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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 19, 2011 17:03:28 GMT -5
 
There were several things in her life that the woman was proud of, and one of them was the fact that she had stayed beside her friends even though it nearly killed her in the end. She was proud that she became a blood traitor, had a meaningful past relationship, and fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, although it had been cause for the loss of a dear friend, and caused her to change her choice of career – becoming a Hit Witch, which specializes in capturing dangerous criminals that are even too difficult for Aurors rather than becoming a simple Potioneer like her late mother and aunt – Constance wouldn’t change a thing.
She was smart, attractive, and she was for the most part, a great friend – and for the Malfoy family, like an extra addition to their family aside from Lucius’ view, who didn’t quite like the blood traitor and he was known for insulting her, or threatening her. Only once did the man try to hex her, and that had been the day she told Narcissa that she had put in Draco’s resume for him to work at the Ministry of Magic, as well as several others places because the woman had agreed that he needed to stop becoming an alcoholic and needed to get his life together. Lucius had tried to hurt her, and Constance defended herself by knocking him out before going to get Draco.
Two years later to the date, he was now an Unspeakable and needless to say, she didn’t have to put her neck out for him any more – as much. She still had to get his foot in the door on certain occasions, but needless to say, the stubborn young witch usually got her way. Brushing her freshly painted fingernails through her hair as it dusted against her shoulders, she bit her lip in thought after deciding that she needed to tell Draco. He wasn’t going to like it at all, but he needed to know, and not only because he was important to her, but because she didn’t know what to expect on a sudden change, nor did she know how he was going to react and that was why her wand was tucked into the waistband of her shorts. “Draco? Where are you?” She shouted, the bottle of Firewhiskey slightly heavy in her hand.
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 20, 2011 16:26:44 GMT -5
What was Draco Malfoy's favorite pastime? Well, currently it was sleeping off his late night. He didn't have work today, and what better way to spend a night before a day off of work...enjoying yourself? He was on the verge of waking up, his usually perfect hair a complete disheveled mess. There was a pillow lying on the floor, his sheets were rumpled beyond belief, and he wasn't exactly the only breathing person in the room. Bugger, that was never good. Draco groaned inwardly as he opened his eyes, squinting around the room. He glanced at the breathing mass of brunette curls on the pillow next to him, blinked twice, then rolled his eyes and got out of bed, dragging the dark green sheet with him as he did. At least he had incentive to stuff the chit in the guest room, not take her to his. It was always murder trying to get them out.
Shutting the door behind him, Draco snapped his fingers, a scowl already on his face as he looked down at the house elf. Nasty little vermin. "When she wakes, give her tea - keep the door locked - and open the floo connection so she can go home. And no, I don't want her flat number." Without waiting for a reply, he tightened his grip on the sheet and strolled off to his room, exactly fifteen doors down, one turn right, and two doors to the left from where the current room was located. He went in his bedroom and breathed a heavy sigh that had nothing to do with relief, then dropped the sheet and wandered off to the bathroom to get dressed and make himself look mildly presentable.
A while later, he pulled on a pair of black trousers and a gray shirt, deciding just to hold off on pulling on his robes just yet. Draco had no idea what was on his agenda for the day, but if it was up to him, he'd likely be staying home locked away in his study doing work. Work was always a good thing for Draco, it was distracting and challenging, and most of the time he enjoyed a good challenge. Plus, it kept his mind off of...other things. Draco took the dark blue towel that was draped around his shoulders and rubbed at his hair, the locks falling in front of his eyes and dripping because of his shower. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing it all back, and then began his descent downstairs. He wasn't sure if anyone was around, but it never hurt to check before he got settled in with his papers and all of that fun junk.
He had just reached the last step and was about to head towards the parlor, where his mother seemed to often be located, when he heard Constance's voice ringing throughout the Manor. He turned his head and then swiveled in the direction of her voice, casually sauntering to where she was standing, a bottle of Firewhiskey firmly in her grip. His eyebrow rose. She must have something bad to tell him. He reached out and plucked the Firewhiskey from her grasp wordlessly, frowned, and then inclined his head in the direction of one of the various sitting rooms. He was going to be reclining on a damn comfortable couch if she was going to get him pissed on Firewhiskey and then completely angry with whatever it was she had to tell him.
Draco flopped down on the couch, crossing his legs at the ankles as he opened the bottle and summoned a moderately large glass. He poured the liquid, then looked at Constance with a mildly curious expression. "What did you do this time?" Because inevitably, it was something that was going to end up with him being extremely unhappy.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 21, 2011 0:34:43 GMT -5
By the time she considered that he had been called into work once more, Constance remembered that it was his day off and that he had what she liked to call a “cheap floozy” with him later in the evening according to Narcissa, and she lightly crinkled her nose at the idea of walking in on one of his lays once again. Her sneakers lightly squeaked once in a while, and she still remained in a rather state of awe at how large the Manor was. She had never really gotten around to exploring and part of her told Constance that she knew she wouldn’t like some of the things she would find. Her room was on the second floor, thirteen down and four to the left of the main guest room that her closest friend used for his… adventures.
Constance heard the faintest sound of creaking, telling her that someone was awake in the large house above her, and she wandered in the direction of the stair case, taking slow and deliberate strides. She paused as she came across portraits, always with her fairly short attention spans. If was only when she found the blond male heading in her direction that Constance pulled away, smiling warmly. “There you are!” She chimed in a gentle voice, a soft melody matching her rather girlish features quite well. Everyone used to tell her that she was always their angel.
Without a word, he frowned as he collected the Firewhiskey and rolled her eyes as she followed him into one of the sitting rooms, carefully running her fingernails through her hair as he flopped down on the couch. Constance took a seat opposite of him, crossing a sun-kissed tan leg over its opposite. She had gone to France around her birthday, and then to America, with her friend Alice in two, and the two had relaxed before Constance finally decided to look through her parent’s things. She had found two necklaces, exactly alike, and given one to the blonde; Constance knew they had belonged to her mother and aunt.“Can’t I just let my friend drink something alcoholic for once without me doing something wrong?”
Constance gave a mock-horrified expression, which was rather amusing on her features. She knew that Draco was just a little too paranoid for his own good.
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 21, 2011 17:38:50 GMT -5
She definitely had something bad to tell him, there was no doubt about that in his brain. Normally she was the one prying the bottle of Firewhiskey out of his hands and then lobbing him over the head with it, not gift dropping it in his lap. Draco's eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded her, wondering just what was that was going to come out of her mouth that he wasn't going to like. He glanced at the bottle of Firewhiskey, then finally decided not to second guess a nice drink, because she probably hadn't poisoned it. At least, he hoped she hadn't. He eyed the amber liquid wearily and swirled it around in the glass, then took a nice drink and eyed her in the couch opposite him. Maybe he'd have to guess. Draco's nose wrinkled - he always had despised guessing games.
"No Constance, you most certainly can't," Draco finally replied, already enjoying the slight warmth that the liquid brought his body. How ironic, the only time he ever felt warm and content was when he was drinking something that could destroy his liver and make him cold and dead. "So what did you do this time? I swear to Merlin, if you freed my personal house elf I -" Wait a second. He had just talked to his personal house elf. Hmm...so no, that couldn't be it. He frowned, his eyebrows pulling together in a rather perplexed way. What was she hiding from him? Or, he supposed, what was it she had to tell him that she didn't want to?
Draco turned his attention back to the contents of the glass, then swirled the liquid around a bit. He took another gulp of Firewhiskey, decided there wasn't enough left in his glass, and took the liberty of pouring himself some more. Maybe she had lost him his job? That would be unfortunate. Or maybe she was secretly dating a muggle. Draco shuddered, a slightly repulsed vibe flowing throughout his body at the thought. Muggles still made him feel disgusted, even though that was considered bad form now that the war was over. "Mmm...shall I guess then? Are you trying to get me fired again? Or perhaps...did you hex father again?" Because Constance, being her, was rather prone to doing both of those things.
He took another sip of Firewhiskey, trying to convince himself that whatever she had to say wasn't going to make him want to kick puppies. A grimace appeared on his lips - it probably would make him want to do just that, who was he trying to kid? Draco supposed that he was just overreacting...maybe. He sort of really hoped he was, because he wasn't sure if he could deal with more oddities that Constance came up with to inform him of in her free time.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 21, 2011 19:00:05 GMT -5
Her dark brushed in front of her face, the brunette tucking it back almost automatically as she bit faintly down on her lip in thought. She tried, at least, to make herself look a little less troubled, or suspicious, although Constance knew that those days it would be going very far to say that Draco Malfoy wasn’t paranoid. He didn’t leave the house very often, he rarely went anywhere with her without looking over his shoulder, and it concerned her. It made her even regret what she was going to say even more because she now felt, as she considered these thoughts, that Draco needed someone around to talk to. It made her worried, especially seeing his father was still a prat.
“I told you in sixth year that I’ll never poison you.” She stated quietly, watching him eye the amber liquid as if it would kill him. She hated that even after ten years of knowing each other; he still was relatively untrusting despite the fact she knew almost everything about it. “How can I not?” She protested, although he was almost right. Constance would rather beat him than let him drink. “ Pernie is still doing whatever disturbing chore you left the poor thing you’ve got it doing.” She crinkled her nose in thought, considering the possible horrors that the creature was dealing with. “I didn’t do anything.” She crinkled her nose.
Constance wondered why he immediately thought about that. She never did anything to him… she did get in verbal fight with his father and even ended up having to defend herself against him. It didn’t bother her. “After I have to bust my arse to let you keep it? Draco, I might threaten to do it, but I do have a bit more respect for you.” Constance looked rather offended, but she crinkled her nose. “Not as of late. When I do, you’ll be the first to know.” She didn’t even want to get into hexing Lucius. It wasn’t her fault that he called her mother a whore, right when she was already grieving and had come to Malfoy Manor after Fred Weasley’s funeral. It had been one of the very first times that she let her darker, colder side show.
“I’ve started looking for an apartment.” She stated, collecting the bottle of Firewhiskey from him and wandlessly summoning a cup, pouring a bit for herself and setting it down by her feet. She wasn’t to let him have the whole bottle to himself, and quietly, the brunette lifted the glass to her lips and took a swig. “Mm…”
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 23, 2011 18:49:50 GMT -5
He glanced at the firewhiskey again, debating on just topping off the rest of his glass. After all, his definition of a sip was likely someone else's definition of an entire gulp. Yes, maybe it was his slight alcoholism showing, but...what did that matter? Just because he had more of a fancying for fine liquor than most didn't make it a problem - sort of. Draco cringed slightly as he looked at the firewhiskey, then he finally tore his gaze from the glass and looked at Constance. His supposed best friend. Sometimes, Draco seriously doubted that - like now. Obviously, she was going to tell him something he didn't like, and she was just delaying the inevitable. And here Draco had thought she was a Slytherin. Her subtlety skills were certainly lacking this time.
"Yes, but sometimes desperate times are known for causing people to do desperate things," Draco said casually, a slightly amused smirk appearing on his countenance. "For all I know, you might have done something so horrible you have to kill me to compensate. Lose your job?" He doubted that was it, but Merlin, what the hell was it? Draco narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried to figure it out, but unless it was one of the aforementioned ideas, he had no clue. Which was odd, because normally she gave things away with certain tells. Right now, he knew she was a bit apprehensive, but other than that...well, he couldn't figure it out. To be fair, it was driving him mental. What was it? He really needed to know, unless she wanted him to wind up in St. Mungo's within the next hour. She probably would.
"You would rather bludgeon me to death with a blunt rock than let me drown my self pities with alcohol." He knew he was right, because he knew what she thought of his drinking habits. Which brought about his next question - why the hell was she giving him the very thing she always seemed to abhor? "Good. I find Pernie useful, and if you got rid of her, I think I'd be forced to kick you out." He narrowed his eyes again, then took another gulp of firewhiskey. "Sure about that?" Because Draco certainly wasn't.
His eyebrow rose at her next statement. Though admittedly he secretly supposed that she did, Draco often wondered. "Oh do you? I'm shocked," he drawled, clearly showing her just how 'shocked' he was. Oh, she was lying to him. He could just tell that she was. Draco's nose wrinkled slightly and a slight frown tugged at his lips. "I bet I will be. After you hex him, he always comes complaining to me about the filth I let stay in our Manor. I don't see why you two can't just stay in your separate wings and deal with it." The house certainly was big enough for that. Granted, Lucius hardly ever ventured out of his wing with Narcissa, but somehow he and Constance still managed to find issues with each other. It was bloody maddening sometimes.
Whatever he had expected next, that sure as hell hadn't been it. Draco paused and stared at her, not daring to breathe for a few seconds. Maybe he hadn't heard her properly? Or...maybe she was drunk? He looked her over. That had to be it. She was drunk. "Are you drunk?"
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 24, 2011 13:05:48 GMT -5
Her expression made it clear that she didn't want to tell him what she was going to, let alone allow him to drink but if she could, or even had to, Constance was going to make sure she could outrun the man. With all of her luck, Draco would pick her up over his shoulder and then lock her in her room. It was the reason she wore sneakers, and had even walked around the house before even shouting out at him to make sure that there was no way for her to get hurt. Rather than keep her wand on her, in case he did lock her up, the woman had hid her wand in her room so she would be able to send a Patronus - she hadn't figured out how to conjure more than one yet - to one of her friends to tell them that she needed someone to come retrieve her from Malfoy Manor in a calm and orderly fashion. Because of this, it already removed Harry, Ron, George, and Alice from the list. "You're doubting me again."
Constance rolled her eyes, she couldn't catch it that time as she heard him talking and leaned back in her chair, crossing one of her legs over the other as she adjusted the faintly baggy silk shirt over her stomach. Normally, mainly to annoy him, she would wear muggle band teeshirts and jeans unless she chose otherwise, but today, oddly she wore one of the shirts and pendant he'd bought her. Sucking up not to get hurt? It was taking a bit of toll on her ego, yes, but she wanted to remind him that he was a big part of her life. While he smirked, she frowned. Sometimes Constance missed the younger Draco. While he had been a bigoted spoiled brat back then, he was still able to do the right thing. She'd already verbalized to Kingsley how wonderful it would have been to stop Draco that night... "No, I didn't lose my job and Draco, I would have asked Harry or someone else to kill you if it comes down to it." She removed the pendant from behind her shirt, tugging on it lightly as she considered what had just been said. The truth was she knew that she might not be able to ever do anything more than bruise the man. The hardest she'd ever hit him had ended up with her bruising her knuckles and Constance had broken a knuckle punching a man in the jaw. "You know, it's hilarious. The time you almost died, I was so furious with Harry that even after he explained what happened, I still punched him... because I had been terrified of losing you." She gave a soft laugh, "You would think knowing I gotten in a fight with the guy I loved after that, you'd get over your paranoid little thought that one of these days I'll come in and kill you." Her tone was soft, but Constance supposed it had a defensive edge to it as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a decent drink, looking at him once before her gray-blue eyes lifted to the ceiling.
Constance had considered other options that were a bit... colder and she was sure that she would have gotten a green flag if she mentioned it to the Ministry. After the war, she had almost taken up the suggestion to wipe the Malfoy family's memories and given them a clean slate, but she had been horrified at the idea. She didn't want a new Draco - although she had said that they could do whatever they pleased to Daddy Malfoy, granted she later retracted that statement - but she just needed him not to make her want to slap him all the time... She did it at least four times a day but usually he deserved. "Oh, really? Now how long did you have to think about that to realize it?" She lifted an eyebrow. Okay, so the Firewhiskey did add the feeling of courage when drank, but she only drank it on occasions, preferring Butterbeer. He threatened her at least every two weeks about kicking her out, and by then, Constance wasn't hearing anything but hot air, granted it would be a bit easier than telling him. "You're such an asshole." She stared at him with a blank expression before she shook her head. Constance scowled lightly. "I talk to your mother, he's the one who opens his mouth and that is when I notice him. If it weren't for you or your mother, I'd ship him to Azkaban for good. At least my 'filth' is from doing good and honest work. It is not my fault he's a coward." She sneered at him.
After a few moments to calm down, while Draco stared at her, Constance had stated what she wanted to and he definitely probably thought she had lost her mind. Alice had given her a similar look, however it had been because Constance would be leaving a huge home, House elves that served her willingly and a "sexy" man. While she used to find the male attractive, Constance had recently realized she didn't know why, nor find him attractive anymore. She usually wrote it off that she saw Draco as a brother, as family, but she also had been the person to peel him off the kitchen floor when he'd been unconscious and had to deal with the sexual drunk he could turn into. It was because of that, that Constance McCarthy wanted to screw with his head a bit as she set the Firewhiskey glass down. She hadn't been drinking a lot so he couldn't call her on it. "Of course not, darling," She drawled, leaning forward to put her hand on his knee, "I can't get drunk when I'm withchild, we don't want our child to be raised in a house like this do we?" It bothered her that she was able to keep a straight face while saying this. "Ew, ew, ew. Bad thoughts, happy thoughts, need happy thoughts."
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 25, 2011 11:01:21 GMT -5
Without really thinking about it, Draco's fingers twitched towards his wand. Whatever she was going to say was obviously going to make shit hit the proverbial broom, so why not prepare to be pissed and just get ahead? Hell, maybe Draco could even stifle some of his anger. If it was anything like the time she had told him she had been hired as a Hit Witch, then...well, it was going to get ugly. Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out what he would do if she told him something. Maybe he'd lock her in her - no, not her room. She would have way too many options that way. He would lock her down in the dungeons. Yes, that would be nice. He would chain her up and keep her there and have Pernie feed her. Draco wasn't sure what he'd do about work - maybe he could get someone to Polyjuice as her. Draco blinked - was he being a bit ridiculous? Here he was, plotting already, and she hadn't even said anything. Was that really necessary? ...Most likely.
Draco gave her an incredulous look. "Of course I'm fucking doubting you, Constance. You're about to tell me bad news, I can tell, and you know it'll piss me off." So yes, he was doubting her. However, Draco would like to point out that he felt he had a right to doubt her, especially considering how she was acting. Oh yes, he was most definitely going to lock her in the dungeons. "Sometimes I really don't believe you, McCarthy. You're..." Ridiculous, mental, psychotic, unbelievable - and everything in between. His eyebrow rose simply, which basically meant that Draco was silently telling her that they both knew she could finish that sentence for herself.
As she shifted, Draco's eyes zeroed in on her attire. Oh yes, he was suspicious now. She was wearing the shirt he had gotten her instead of muggle clothing. She was trying to please him, he just knew it. And then there was the necklace. As she spoke and the necklace entered his field of vision, his brain sort of went into extreme paranoid mode. What the hell? "Well," he began slowly, "I suppose it's a good thing to know that you can't kill me yourself, and you'd have to have Potter come in and do it for you." It really sort of showed the dynamics of their relationship, Draco supposed. As much talk as he was, he knew he couldn't ever really bring himself to seriously hurt her. As for killing her? That was practically unthinkable. Draco quieted slightly at her words, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was dry now, thank Merlin. "I...know you wouldn't, Constance. You know I know that. I wasn't being serious." At least, he hoped she would realize that. Draco didn't want her to think he seriously thought she could kill him, because he didn't. He knew she wasn't her brother.
"A very long time," was his simple response to her question. A tiny, almost imperceptible smirk appeared on his lips. "Yes, I know I'm an arsehole. You tell me that at least four times a day, I think. Maybe more, depending on how cranky you're being." Draco didn't really blame her though. He knew he could be an arse, but it was in his nature. Draco had been told numerous times by numerous people that he needed an attitude adjustment (or something to that effect) but he didn't really care, to be frank. They could go stuff it. Draco sighed heavily. "Look, I know you two hate each other, but don't say that about my father. I don't care if you hate him, but don't talk like you're going to ship him off to Azkaban at the nearest convenience, because if you did, I wouldn't forgive you for that." Draco glanced at her and met her gaze, then turned his attention back to his firewhiskey. It seemed stupid, he supposed, to still stick up for his father even though he was the reason behind much of Draco's stupidity, but Draco couldn't help it. Blood runs thicker than water, so to speak. Draco loved Constance, but his father was his father, and Draco always had been extremely loyal to his family. He never wanted to be forced into a situation where he had to choose, but...Draco shook his head and took another gulp of the drink. He wouldn't think of it.
Her next statement made him choke on the firewhiskey - literally. Draco's eyes began to water and his throat began to burn when she placed her hand on his knee and said - with child? What in the bloody hell? There - that wasn't possible! They hadn't even - right? Draco tried wracking his brain, and as far as he could remember they hadn't. Hell, he hadn't been drunk enough in the past month for it to be a possibility, so - she was lying. Draco gave a nervous chuckle. "Hilarious, Constance. Very funny. But if you were...p...er. With child, then you would not be moving out - besides, the sprong wouldn't be mine! We haven't...we never - bloody hell." This was just wrong on so many levels. Draco eyed his firewhiskey and took another swig.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 25, 2011 13:03:02 GMT -5
It still, to that day, surprised Constance that out of anyone who had freaked out about her choice of career, it had been Draco - and he had been recovering from a hangover and Constance had been in a rather cold mood herself, although no one really could blame her. It was definitely going to be used as blackmail against him, however, especially if they were around the Weasley's and he took the time to be a dick. Constance lifted her glass to her lips, taking another long drink before she set it back, using the back of her hand to wipe off her lips. Her ex hadn't even thrown such a fit, he'd told her to be careful and encouraged her to take the risk if it made her happy. As Draco narrowed his eyes, Constance took the time to summon a house elf as she watched his fingers inch towards his wand. The minute she had the Boomslang wand that had gotten her out of so much trouble, Constance put it in her shirt within reach, but where Draco never went for unless he were drunk... And half the time he ended up on the ground or stuck to a wall. "Thank you, Pernie." She spoke softly to her while Draco was off in his own little world, likely not to notice the gesture. He still didn't like it that she was nice to the house elves. "It scares me when you go silent." It depended on Draco's definition of bad news, really. For most, it would be excellent news and Constance wouldn't lie, she was pretty pleased about it but instead of saying that, the woman rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I swear, by the way you react to somethings, it makes me think that you have this paranoia that I'm going to tell you that Voldemort is back and the Death Eaters are rallying up again." She motioned to his arm where the faded mark was. "But I'm pretty sure you'd know before me." He had compared her to him once before, and it had pissed her off to the core. Her best friend was going to end up in St. Mungos one of these days, Constance could feel it. As he trailed off, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched out her ribcage, leaning forward to pop her back faintly to relieve a bit of pressure. "Like you, only my stupid moves have lead me to wealth and happiness." Not paranoia, fear, suspicion. She didn't have to say it, she was sure he knew what she felt. Constance didn't particularly care though, she got along with practically everyone and she liked it that way. Sometimes she felt it was easier being hated than loved. There wasn't anyone more paranoid than Draco. Constance knew it, he knew it, and neither of them had to state the obvious and she listened to him, smiling faintly. In all reality, he threatened to kill her at least five times a week, and usually they were when he didn't want to admit that she was either right or he was wrong.The other times? Draco was on the receiving end of a cheering or tickling charm because he pissed her off and she found it amusing to make him miserable. She always debated that if he ever went with her to see the Weasley's to put a powerful cheering charm on him; just to be a bitch and to make him nice.
While Draco threatened her often, he never moved to do anything and he surely had a lot of chances. Constance felt comfortable around him; she slept on the couches beside him, used him as a pillow on multiple occasions. He never tried anything sexual unless he were drunk, and well, the furthest he ever got ended up with him being chained down to his bed and she stayed with Alice for two weeks until she was sure she was calm and Draco had learned his lesson.
At the mention of Azkaban and Lucius, Constance crinkled her nose. Oddly, she never joked about him and the island. "Then tell him to stop insulting my family." She spoke quietly. While she didn't care about the insults directed at her - Constance knew what she was, the fact he reminded her only made it sweeter - Constance's parents had died before she really got to live. Was it bad that she was just waiting for one of Lucius' toes to step into the dark side? Probably, but she didn't really care. She muttered an answer to Draco, not really giving a yes or a no as she turned her head and placed a hand at the side of her neck, thinking to herself. The two ha never gotten along, even before her mother died in her third year. When shopping for school supplies, Constance often hugged Draco and greeted his parents with respect in their second and third years... What had she ever done to get the man to hate her before then? Or did he just hate Artesia? It would make sense... Her mother was a pure blood Slytherin supremacist turned blood traitor after she fell in love with Jackson, a pure blood Ravenclaw with a good heart. While Constance never believed in blood supremacy, it still made her smile a bit as she thought about why she was the way she was.
At least, until Draco started to choke. Okay, so maybe it was a little amusing but he deserved it for how many times he'd grabbed her ass or started stripping in front of when he was so far drunk she found him making out with a Firewhiskey bottle. "Your reaction was worth my want to vomit." The only time they kissed, she had spent the entire night scrubbing her mouth raw and using an entire tube of toothpaste. There were somethings she wouldn't do. Anything with Draco Malfoy but a kiss on the cheek to show affection topped it. "Relax Casanova, I've only slept with one person and if I had gotten pregnant from it, there would be a two year old running around, or... I would have not come back during Christmas and fought at the Battle of Hogwarts." But she probably wouldn't be single or feeling lonely, but she wasn't going to tell Draco that. "I am moving out, Draco. I'm still looking for a flat, and the roommates I have looked at are all nice."
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Sept 27, 2011 19:59:21 GMT -5
Draco had a sudden, very impressive idea. He would just keep Constance locked in one of the various guest rooms - sans a fireplace or windows, of course - and would have Pernie polyjuice as her to keep the Ministry out of his hair. He would keep her locked up in the Manor forever, and she would survive because there would be a bathroom and food, and that was all she'd need. She would hate him, but it would have to do. Draco frowned for a moment. Why was he locking her up again? Oh, right. Because she was doing something incredibly and irrevocably stupid. It was just like the time where she had told him that she was going to take up the job as a Hit Wizard. All these thoughts had gone through his head then, and now they were back. He blinked, snapping out of it when she spoke. Draco idly began twirling his wand between his fingers, observing her quietly. "Just debating on the best way to keep you locked up," he said calmly, so casually that he might've just told her he was going to have breakfast - or lunch? was it lunch time? - soon.
Draco couldn't help it - he flinched at the name. The twirling of his wand paused as his gaze flitted to the faded mark that would be permanently etched onto his alabaster skin. Draco's lips twisted into a scowl. He almost reached to tug down the sleeves of his shirt, a gesture of habit, when he realized that he was wearing a short sleeved shirt. Draco felt his fingers twitch slightly against the wood of his wand before he began to spin it again. "Well, you might as well. You're the one chasing the Death Eaters who are left across the country, so I suppose you'd be the first to know, wouldn't you?" he drawled, "I've nothing to do with them anymore. How would I know anything?" He shot her a sharp glance. What, did she really think he was still that moronic? Probably. He glanced back at the skull, then turned his arm slightly so only the top half of the mark was visible. Draco hated the thing.
Draco knew what she meant. She was referring to his sulky attitude and his paranoia. It seemed like she frequently enjoyed referencing it. Draco shrugged simply, looking briefly at the glass of Firewhiskey in his left hand before he took another sip. It was almost gone. Bugger, Draco thought. "Yes, well...happiness is overrated. Being successful and powerful, however, is not." At least, that's how it was to Draco Malfoy. He was fairly certain he would much rather be the richest, most powerful man in the world without a soul to care about him than be poor and broke with a 'loving family' or whatever rubbish it was. That was for Weasleys and Potters - and Draco Malfoy most certainly was neither of those. So, he wanted to be rich and unloved. They could take their cotton clothes and lackluster families with their stupid little love, for all Draco Malfoy cared. He snorted lightly to himself. Love. Pathetic and stupid, more like. It only ever got people in trouble. Sure, Draco loved his mother and father, and he would do stupid things for them, but didn't that just prove his point?
"I've mentioned it to him once or twice," Draco replied, shrugging. Or more - because really, Draco had told his father on numerous occasions already. No, he didn't really like the way his father seemed to constantly make snide remarks about Constance's, but Draco couldn't control his father. Lucius Malfoy was a...complicated individual, if you weren't in his good graces - and even then, he was still overly complicated. Hell, Draco was his son, for Merlin's sake, and he still thought the elder Malfoy was obscure and ridiculous sometimes. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and for whatever reasons that were generally kept a tight secret. Draco couldn't do anything about it, as much as he tried. Everything Lucius did was up to himself, but still...Draco hated it when people talked bad about his family. Blood being thicker than water, once again, and all of those types of things and associations. "But, I'll mention it again." Like every other week.
"I fail to see how my reaction was worth that, but if you say so." Draco's nose wrinkled slightly and he faltered slightly with his idle wand movement between his fingers. Merlin, having a child with Constance was - well. Not desired. He paused and froze completely at her next words, his eyes widening slightly. Draco's jaw clenched and his lip twitched slightly. "I didn't need to know that," he practically hissed. The mental images were irrevocably scarring, that was for sure. "Nice? You're basing them off how nice they seem to be? Buggering hell, Constance, are you daft? You're going to get yourself blown up, I swear to Merlin," Draco snapped, "fucking moving in with - nice. Are you completely - nice! Of all the ruddy..." He scowled and let out an annoyed growl, then downed the rest of the glass of Firewhiskey and glared at her.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Sept 29, 2011 5:26:08 GMT -5
She really disliked it when Draco stared at her in this manner. It often told her that he was going to do or say something that was going to make her want to slap him… he gave her a similar one the night that he told her that he was a Death Eater. Constance still awoke with a start every once in a while. Out of everyone that she knew that did stupid things, Draco Malfoy was at the top of the list… and that was saying something, because George used to do some questionable things. "Harry and the Weasley’s will be able to tell if you have me locked up. If you haven’t noticed, I’m nicer than you are and I do have a higher level of intelligence.” She must insult that every other week… as she watched him twirl his wand, the brunette was tempted to just disarm him and run for it. At least she’d have some of her dignity left. Ginny and Alice had offered to let her stay with them until she found a new flat… and George…
She watched him flinch and she knew she hit a sore spot. Constance often knew how to get under his skin and she never hesitated when it came to digging at Draco. Sure, she’d said “I told you so” more times than she cared to count, as well as telling him that being a complete moron wasn’t healthy, but his little plotting was irritating at times and he deserved a wake up call. "Death Eaters… other criminals, Dark Wizards that think they’re stronger than every one else, crazed lunatics…” As she listed the words off, Constance wondered why she didn’t just let them toss Lucius in but she wasn’t going to say her thoughts out loud as she rolled her eyes softly. "It acted as a little communication device… Draco, I remember you cringing at times during our seventh year. I might have been a little… broken after Christmas, but I have never once stopped being observant.” She frowned, "And I can ask around to see if anyone can conceal it if you’d like.”
Constance frowned gently, and sighed before she refilled his glass and took a sip – rather dainty compared to Draco’s gulps – and rested the glass on her knee as she pulled her knees to her chest to listen to him. She hated that it made her look smaller, younger and more vulnerable, but dammit, it was comfortable and probably not at all going to point out that she could protect herself. "I’ll remember that when you’re old, saggy, alone and gray… holding my child and telling them never to argue with their mother.” Constance smirked gently, "Because Uncle Draco never listened to her.” She disliked it that he was well, a spoiled brat. She was tempted to make him go camping with her one weekend, no magic, no wands, and no riches. Not everything in life was free, and while she had riches, Constance still worked her share and had the scars and bruises to prove it. "Are you always so much like Pug?” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could hide them, and Constance didn’t bother taking them back. "Pathetic… weak… demanding to be waited on hand and foot. It’s insulting to the word man, go grow a pair.” Okay, so maybe she could be blunt during this conversation.
She lifted her eyebrow, obviously doubting it. Constance honestly didn’t care, she was going to keep threatening the older man until he straightened up, "Can’t I throw him in there for a weekend… please? I’ll never mention it again.” Her lip twitched, although she was only half-kidding. He was way too easy to gross out, and she hid the little grin that played across her lips by taking another drink of her firewhiskey. She rolled her eyes, lowering her glass partially before she fixed him with a narrow eyed glare. "You need to stop panicking. You’ll kill yourself, old man.” In reality, Draco wasn’t much older than she was, "I ran background checks, I’m not stupid as much as you’d like to believe and tease me about.”
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Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Oct 8, 2011 22:47:45 GMT -5
He really didn't give a shite what she said, he was going to lock her up. Fuck it if he ended up rotting in Azkaban, what more did he have left? Exactly. There wasn't anything left for him in Great Britain now - why he hadn't just gone off to Italy or France was still a mystery. Draco regarded her curiously as he twirled his wand, wondering if she was eyeing him wearily because she thought he was going to hex her. He wasn't, of course. As much as Draco would've loved to actually hole her away in the Manor, far away from Potters and Weasels forever, Draco knew in the back of his mind that just wasn't a plausible idea. "You can stop eyeing me like that," Draco finally said, stopping the idle movement of his fingers, "I'm not going to actually strap you up in the dungeons and keep you there, Constance. As much as I'd love to do that, I won't." Oh, how he secretly wished he could though. If she didn't actually love that one Weasel, Draco would've just gone ahead with it. There again, he supposed, if she hadn't loved that Weasel in the first place, she probably wouldn't even have attachments to that ruddy clan.
"I hate your job," he said frankly. It was true. Draco detested the image of Constance out there risking her neck every day. He wanted that image as far from his mind as he could get it. She could die practically every day. There again, Draco supposed anyone could die at any given moment, but her chances were much higher. "It was only when the Dark Lord was controlling it," Draco said listlessly, his gaze drifting to the mark again, "no one else should have that power. And if they did, we'd all be fucked." He paused, wetting his lips, trying to figure out what to say next. Her offer was tempting, oh so tempting, but no. It didn't matter whether or not he had the mark, because either way people would know his involvement in the war. "It doesn't matter. Save your energy."
Did she seriously think he was going to look saggy? Disgusting. Malfoys aged marvelously, and even if Draco did begin to look a bit old, he'd have potions or something to make himself look young and presentable. Actually, he'd probably just off himself before he reached a certain age. Wrinkles just ruined his complexion. "I assure you I'll look nothing of the sort," Draco grumbled, scowling slightly, "I'll be devilishly handsome and you'll be the saggy old hag." He smirked slightly at the image, then took a sip of Firewhiskey. "Oh, and 'Uncle Draco', is someone you probably wouldn't want to trust with your precious little sprong, Constance. Sorry to disappoint." Children. They were basically like the bane of his existence. Well, not really, but he still wasn't entirely comfortable around the little rats. To keep himself from launching across the room and backhanding her, Draco took another gulp of Firewhiskey. His jaw tightened, but he blinked and stuffed his emotions away. Compartmentalizing his emotions was his own speciality, after all. "Alright." He wasn't going to do get into an argument this early in the morning. He didn't have the patience to bother.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his grip on his glass tightened. "No, you most certainly cannot throw him in there for a weekend. He was there long enough before sixth year, thank you very much." Talk about the worst times of your life. First there had been the trial, where his name had been dragged through mud and slandered, and then there were the nightmares, and then the mark, and Bellatrix and her lessons. Draco remembered the lessons well. Just thinking about them make the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his blood run cold. Her laughs, his screams. Draco mentally shook himself. "I died a long time ago, Constance. But in any case, I still don't see how this is a good idea. You're going to wind up dead or something." He sighed heavily, then set his wand down next to his leg and pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows furrowing. He was getting a headache.
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Post by Constance Rayne McCarthy on Oct 10, 2011 2:26:29 GMT -5
He did rather scare her at times, particularly when he went off in his own little world and stared at her. It wasn’t her fault, it was just something that she had done since she had met him. "Put the wand away…” She stated softly, although she did know he wouldn’t try doing anything to her… granted he did admit that he wanted to and she didn’t particularly enjoy the thought of being holed up in his home. She didn’t even stay in her room long enough for anything other than sleeping, and half the time, she ended up curled up on one of the many couches with a Potions book over her face. It was just one of the very many reasons that Lucius Malfoy enjoyed to insult her, most likely.
"Do you hate my job,” She lifted an eyebrow softly, "or do you hate the fact that I might never get to give you a proper goodbye if things came down to it?” The young woman brushed her fingernails through her short dark brown hair and studied his features. She remembered him telling her once about the image he had of her on the ground, screaming in pain from the Cruciatius Curse… while she didn’t remember if he knew, that nightmare had become her reality after she insulted someone in front of the Carrows and they were being in a bad mood. Constance almost preferred getting the crap beat out of her day-to-day from work. "It wouldn’t be too much issue.” She closed her eyes, leaning into the couch.
In all reality, it wouldn’t be. She had connections almost all over the world, most of them of course actually being somehow distantly related to her and they didn’t like her much, but they communicated. She lightly leaned down as she felt something brush against her bare leg, and gently, Constance picked up her kitten, Jazz, and placed the purring ball of fur into her lap, stroking her fingers through the animal’s fur. She pretended not to notice her pet turn and seem to glare at Draco… three months old and the hate was just natural. As he said she’d be the saggy old hag, she couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. "If I make it that long, of course.” She leaned back.
"You’d have to watch them, if I ever have them… something happens and it’ll suck for you.” She shrugged her shoulders, and then watched him carefully for his reaction about her statement about him growing a pair. When she saw his jaw tighten, she felt her lips twitch faintly. "Not in the mood to fight with me?” She questioned. She had expected him to smack her, but she knew if he even tried, she’d hit him back. Constance didn’t forget the fact that Lucius had been there before. She gently moved his wand away – safety precautions she took with almost everyone, and nudged her cat aside before she put her arms around him in a sisterly fashion, "Draco, I’m going to be fine. You can even interview my roommate if you and your paranoia would like to.” She kissed his cheek, frowning, "It’s between your father and the outside world killing me, and because I fight to kill most of the time, I’d rather go out with a reason.” She wanted to make him smile, even if it were fake.
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