Idiocy of Idiots

(Did that even make sense?)

Okay, someone explain to me when did it become cool to harrass and scare the shit out of someon you barley know just because they did something you don't like?? Between Cassiegate and Emily's Stalking (dont' know the girl but that's still horrible) and the John Scandle and my own brush with a moron (Lareen, AKA Dante decided to harrass me until I told them just why I banned them from my list. I didn't tell them and thus spent a day in fear of what they were saying to me over IM's until my co-mod bitched at them and contacted AOL.) Anyway, between all this shit it makes me wonder...is it worth it to deal with people online any more? I met a lot of morons in my life but these people take the cake. *sigh*

Next entry, a scene from the next chapter fo my fic,

Idiocy of Idiots

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

(Did that even make sense?)

Okay, someone explain to me when did it become cool to harrass and scare the shit out of someon you barley know just because they did something you don’t like?? Between Cassiegate and Emily’s Stalking (dont’ know the girl but that’s still horrible) and the John Scandle and my own brush with a moron (Lareen, AKA Dante decided to harrass me until I told them just why I banned them from my list. I didn’t tell them and thus spent a day in fear of what they were saying to me over IM’s until my co-mod bitched at them and contacted AOL.) Anyway, between all this shit it makes me wonder…is it worth it to deal with people online any more? I met a lot of morons in my life but these people take the cake. *sigh*

Next entry, a scene from the next chapter fo my fic,

Bitter Hopes-The End of the Begining 8

Ice slid easily beneath Draco's skates as he moved across the laze, staying to the edges and avoiding the squid as he swam just below the surface. Draco spun in a lazy circle, eyes closed as he drank in the sensations of motion, feeling the ice beneath him, the cold air whipping around his face, stinking his cheeks. He took a deep breath, the cold burning his throat as it went down and he shoved his blade down hard, freezing his motion, blond hair still turning about, whipping around his face.

Draco's eyes blinked open slowly and he started across the lake, at the dark, think ice that separated banks. He licked his lips slowly, ignoring the fact his tongue almost froze to them before he closed his eyes again and took off, sliding gracefully down the center of the lake, ice creaking and cracks slowly forming behind him as she glided across the shiny surface.

Draco raised his arms gracefully as the ice cracked below him and he suck quickly into the freezing cold water. The black waves washed up over his head as he sank deeper and deeper weighted down by the heavy skates on his feet. Fish and Grinylows swam past, staring at him and shaking their heads before darting off to places un-known.

Two mermaids swam closer, watching him sink, They whispered to each other as Draco sank past them, his eyes closing, lungs convulsing inside him, air bubbling up out of his mouth in bloody gasps. The pair grabbed his arms and shoved something into his mouth before dragging him towards the surface, screeching as they broke through.

They lay Draco on the ice that was solid enough to hold him, each bending close and giving him a gentle kiss on his blue lips before sinking back below the surface, their screeches becoming melodious beneath the waves.

Water started pouring from Draco's mouth as the plant they gave him did it's work. Blood poured out with the water, vessels re-knitting and forming inside him as they got used to the pressure. He started to cough, air entering his body for the first time in three minutes. He gasped before moving to the hole in the ice, throwing up the rest of the blood and water inside his body. He lay curled around the hole, holding his stomach, shivering inside his robes as he blinked, trying to focus on where he was and why he was there. He coughed again, a bit of water gurgling up over his lips.

Slowly, ever so slowly he inched away from the hole, till he was far enough to stand and get his bearings. Ankles shook as he survived the lake before carefully taking off towards Hogwarts, shivering, cold and sick from the galleons of water that had gone both in and out of his body. He skidded to the edge of the lake, stopping in a shower of scrapped ice, reaching a frozen and blue hand for his blade guards, slipping them on after the third attempt, grabbing his cloak and eagerly pulling it around him. He lowered his head as he stomped up to the castle, the snowdrifts threatening to pull him down into their icy grasp.
Upon reaching Gryffindor tower he shed off his wet clothes, dropping them vaguely by the fireplace, ignoring Hermione and Susan Bone's looks as he stood nude in front of the fire, shivering violently. He whimpered as something softly and warm was wrapped around him and sinked into the arms holding him tightly.

Bitter Hopes-The End of the Begining 8

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Ice slid easily beneath Draco’s skates as he moved across the laze, staying to the edges and avoiding the squid as he swam just below the surface. Draco spun in a lazy circle, eyes closed as he drank in the sensations of motion, feeling the ice beneath him, the cold air whipping around his face, stinking his cheeks. He took a deep breath, the cold burning his throat as it went down and he shoved his blade down hard, freezing his motion, blond hair still turning about, whipping around his face.

Draco’s eyes blinked open slowly and he started across the lake, at the dark, think ice that separated banks. He licked his lips slowly, ignoring the fact his tongue almost froze to them before he closed his eyes again and took off, sliding gracefully down the center of the lake, ice creaking and cracks slowly forming behind him as she glided across the shiny surface.

Draco raised his arms gracefully as the ice cracked below him and he suck quickly into the freezing cold water. The black waves washed up over his head as he sank deeper and deeper weighted down by the heavy skates on his feet. Fish and Grinylows swam past, staring at him and shaking their heads before darting off to places un-known.

Two mermaids swam closer, watching him sink, They whispered to each other as Draco sank past them, his eyes closing, lungs convulsing inside him, air bubbling up out of his mouth in bloody gasps. The pair grabbed his arms and shoved something into his mouth before dragging him towards the surface, screeching as they broke through.

They lay Draco on the ice that was solid enough to hold him, each bending close and giving him a gentle kiss on his blue lips before sinking back below the surface, their screeches becoming melodious beneath the waves.

Water started pouring from Draco’s mouth as the plant they gave him did it’s work. Blood poured out with the water, vessels re-knitting and forming inside him as they got used to the pressure. He started to cough, air entering his body for the first time in three minutes. He gasped before moving to the hole in the ice, throwing up the rest of the blood and water inside his body. He lay curled around the hole, holding his stomach, shivering inside his robes as he blinked, trying to focus on where he was and why he was there. He coughed again, a bit of water gurgling up over his lips.

Slowly, ever so slowly he inched away from the hole, till he was far enough to stand and get his bearings. Ankles shook as he survived the lake before carefully taking off towards Hogwarts, shivering, cold and sick from the galleons of water that had gone both in and out of his body. He skidded to the edge of the lake, stopping in a shower of scrapped ice, reaching a frozen and blue hand for his blade guards, slipping them on after the third attempt, grabbing his cloak and eagerly pulling it around him. He lowered his head as he stomped up to the castle, the snowdrifts threatening to pull him down into their icy grasp.
Upon reaching Gryffindor tower he shed off his wet clothes, dropping them vaguely by the fireplace, ignoring Hermione and Susan Bone’s looks as he stood nude in front of the fire, shivering violently. He whimpered as something softly and warm was wrapped around him and sinked into the arms holding him tightly.