Title: In darkness as in light
Zakhar M. Volkov - January 14, 2012 01:48 AM (GMT)
Zakhar couldn’t manage to get to sleep. He was worried about upcoming assignments and the list of outstanding assignments was growing. He had so much work to do that it was keeping him awake. Grumbling he turned over again. He needed to sleep. He had class tomorrow and he didn’t function well when he didn’t get much sleep. His temper was much shorter when he was overtired. Sighing he turned over again trying to clear his mind. Even lying on his bed trying desperately to find a meditative state in which he could slip into sleep was proving to be harder than he had expected. Sighing in frustration he sat up. He had a splitting headache and his temper was even shorter than normal.
Sitting up in his bed he stared at the walls. He couldn’t make sense out of his moods sitting. Rising he changed quickly into a t-shirt, jeans and a button down shirt. Throwing his bag over his shoulder he made his way to the common room. Setting it down on the floor next to his table he took out ink, quill and parchment along with the textbooks he required for the essay Snape had set to their potions class. He loved potions. He was good at it. Smiling at his choice of assignment he began to flip through the book and read through the complicated information for the potion they would be doing. He chewed on his quill and was completely absorbed in the text. He put quill to paper and began to write.
His essay was a page and a half long; it needed to be six pages. He stopped suddenly as he heard footsteps coming towards him. Looking up he waited for the person approaching to show themselves. He sat silently and impatiently wondering who would be interrupting him.
Draco L. Malfoy - January 14, 2012 10:47 PM (GMT)
Joy. There was no way to describe his emotions at the moment besides complete and utter joy. He was getting so close to getting the vanishing cabinet to work that he could smell the grime of Borgin & Burkes. God, he was so close the he swore he could hear people in the store. Or maybe it was just his mind doing some serious wishful thinking (as it sometimes did, what with the pressure on him to get this finished in time for him to do the rest of his job). Draco had been so stressed he could have sword he'd heard his father whispering his disappointment in his ear.
He was still quite happy by the time he reached the Slytherin Common Room, assuming that no one was awake at this hour, he didn't bother being quiet. It was much to his surprise when he saw someone hunched over one of the tables in the common room, a quill in hand. The Slytherin Prince paused, halting in his tracks with his gaze on this person. Who in their right mind would be up so late just writing an essay? Especially on a night such as this. Tonight it felt like perfect sleeping weather.
Draco's eyes narrowed at the boy, suspicion crawling through every inch of his veins. He continued his stroll over to the table, more casual than anything else. Once there, he propped his hand on it, reading part of the essay. "Isn't it the Ravenclaws that stay up late doing homework?" He asked, his voice drawling and on the edge of trying to insult him without being direct. "I had thought you were a Slytherin. True Slytherins get the Ravenclaws to do the work for them." He stated, as if it made more sense than doing it yourself. It made sense in Draco's mind, at least.
The male glanced down at the parchment again, seeking out the boy's name. He found it scrawled near the top, his lips twitching into a sneer. Of course he hadn't really recognized the boy. He was by no means a member of his group of friends, and it was right that he wasn't. He didn't belong to the family he was in. His father was a Death Eater, along with Draco's, and he'd heard stories about the son that he was raising. It was rumored that he didn't truly follow the Dark Lord... Draco would have to fix that problem...
Zakhar M. Volkov - January 14, 2012 11:07 PM (GMT)
Zakhar looked up distracted from his work by the boy standing before him. Malfoy. Great just what he needed. Malfoy’s dad had been over often enough. Zakhar could still remember the last time. When his father had hit him so hard he’d flown half way across the room due to the force of the blow. Zakhar had dared show his face in front of the Malfoy’s. Something explicitly forbidden since he was a ‘disappointment to the family name’. Glaring up at Malfoy as the boy neared his table Zakhar felt angry. An anger that permeated his very bones. Fighting to remain in control Zakhar didn’t react when Malfoy spoke. He knew that Malfoy was trying to illicit a response. He wouldn’t be goateed into giving him the pleasure. Instead Zakhar leaned back in his seat allowing his hard body to fill up the space it took up. Display his strength and build. For people like that power was might and the only might Zakhar knew above all others was physical prowess. His father had acquainted him to it.
He gazed up at Malfoy meeting the boy’s eyes. ’It’s an essay for Professor Snape.” Zakhar said this as if it were all the explanation necessary to explain why he was doing homework. Everyone knew how Snape was if you didn’t hand in your assignment on time. However Snape favoured the Slytherin’s and so Zakhar knew even if he didn’t finish the essay eh would get a bad mark he would get an extension with a bogus excuse. Zakhar wasn’t like that though. He loved potions and that is why he got along great with Snape who thought he had the right skills required for the delicate art of potions. Yah Zakhar could see Malfoy was happy about something, well at least until he saw Zakhar that is. Zakhar didn’t care what Malfoy wanted. He usually avoided the son of Lucius Malfoy. That family had caused him enough trouble. He didn’t want anything more to do with them at the moment. Glowering at Malfoy he waited for the boy to leave.
Draco L. Malfoy - January 14, 2012 11:31 PM (GMT)
It was easy to see that the boy had recognized Draco much easier than Draco had with him. But that was to be expected. Draco's name was known around the school (not always for the best of things). In this house, he was known as the Slytherin Prince, so if you didn't know of Draco you might as well have been a Gryffindor. This boy should have known him for more than just that reason. Their parents were Death Eaters together, and he was sure that his father talked about Lucius Malfoy. He was well-known amongst their ranks, just as he should be.
Draco had to stifle back a laugh at the boy fluffing himself up to act tougher than he was. At least, Draco was assuming it was a bluff. He didn't stop to think that the boy could possibly have as much muscle as he was displaying simply because he was doing his homework this late and nerds tended to not have time to bulk up. He did laugh, dryly, when the boy explained it was an essay for Snape. Even if it was for Snape (which he didn't doubt), the professor never cared if Slytherins turned in their papers late. He'd make excuses for them every time. Hell he'd done it for Draco often.
"Have you lost your mind?" He asked, chuckling just a bit while he talked, "Even Crabbe and Goyle know they can turn their papers in late and stone under my feet is more intelligent than them... You must be a real piece of work." He stated, his voice taking on an acidic tone towards the end. It was quite an insult on someone's intelligence to say they were less intelligent than one of Draco's duo of morons. Those two were so stupid it was almost illegal. Draco didn't even know how they managed to pass any classes simply because they didn't have the mental capacity to even learn their ABCs...
Zakhar M. Volkov - January 14, 2012 11:51 PM (GMT)
Zakhar was so angry at Malfoy’s words that he jumped up from his seat dropping his quill onto the floor and upturning his bottle of ink on the table. Glaring murder at Malfoy he took a step towards the boy and spoke through gritted teeth. ”I dare you to say that again” He could feel his blood pulsing through his veins. His muscles tensed as he tried to restrain himself from hitting Malfoy. How many times had his father told him he was a ‘piece of work’. How many times had he been struck for doing his work. How many times was it going to take before everyone understood he didn’t give a **** about what they though. It was Malfoy’s manner and tone. The way he dismissed Zakhar just because he was good at school. Zakhar gripped the back of his chair preventing it from tipping over as his anger flared up. His hand gripped it so tight his knuckles turned white.
He knew full well that Snape took homework late from Slytherin’s, he didn’t care. He never handed anything late. He wasn’t about to start because this boy thought he should. He could hardly believe that the boy would compare him with the two flunkies that followed Malfoy about. Zakhar was so insulted that he could literally feel his rage as a white hot snake wrapped about his insides. He was sorely tempted to hit Malfoy right in his cocky face. He despised Malfoy more and more the longer he stood in the boy’s presence. It was so obvious that Malfoy though himself better than everyone else. And that stupid name he went by, as if he was royalty. Zakhar was sickened by the boy’s evident need for validation. He wished he could teach the snot a lesson.
Draco L. Malfoy - January 15, 2012 04:30 PM (GMT)
It appeared he had struck a nerve with the Volkov boy. So maybe he could be worth something after all if he just learned to control the anger and channel it into something useful. Like possibly studying the Dark Arts and mastering curses that could aid the Dark Lord. His father had always said the boy had potential that he needed to be trained to see, and Draco could see it now, too. The old man hadn't just been bluffing to make it seem like his son wasn't a complete and utter waste of sperm and egg. He wouldn't be a waste if Draco could just teach him the error of his ways...
"Then why not show me what you can do?" He goaded, a glint in his eyes. This was the snake in Draco starting to come out, his tongue already tasting of silver. If he couldn't get Zakhar to do things normally, perhaps he could be tricked onto the right path. He could think of so many good people who had done things because they wanted to prove themselves or prove that they weren't who people thought they were. With careful planning, Draco could get Zakhar to play right into his hands... And possibly into the hands of Lord Voldemort.
He propped himself up against the table, flicking the spilled ink well away from him. "What do you say?" He asked, eying the boy, "Are you up for it or are you going to chicken out?"
Zakhar M. Volkov - January 15, 2012 05:05 PM (GMT)
Zakhar’s glare intensified. He knew Malfoy wanted him to react. He knew Malfoy was just toying with him. It didn’t matter anymore to Zakhar. Zakhar wasn’t thinking anymore. He was reacting. He was angry and he wanted to show this Malfoy what he was capable of. He would yield to no one. He would fight. Malfoy wanted a fight so be it. As ironic as it was Zakhar might have actually liked the Malfoy boy if it hadn’t been for his ‘I’m so much better than you’ attitude. Zakhar respected strength. He was going to show Malfoy what it meant to insult the wrong person. Shifting his weight so that he was free of the table Zakhar pulled out his wand and sneered at Malfoy.
”You sure you can do this Malfoy, your flunkies aren’t anywhere near here. It’s just me and you!” Zakhar wasn’t listening to logic which said he would get in trouble for sure if he fought this boy. He didn’t care what the teachers thought of him anyways. He wasn’t going to let Malfoy win this one. He wasn’t going to chicken out. He was no one’s bitch. He wasn’t about to let some slimball ruin his evening. He wasn’t going to give in. He stood ready. Facing Malfoy.
He knew from the look on Malfoy’s face that the boy had ‘plans’ for Zakhar. Zakhar wasn’t going to have any of it. As far as he was concerned his father hadn’t convinced him that Lord Voldemort was forth following. At this point Zakhar wasn’t falling for it at all. Why should he. He wasn’t anyone’s flunky. If Voldemort wanted him then Voldemort might as well come over and say so damn it! He wasn’t just going to grovel his way over to some snide kid. He wouldn’t do it for his father, why should he do it for Malfoy. He didn’t care. He wasn’t going to back down.
”If a fight’s what you want, then a fight’s what you got!” Zakhar growled at Malfoy waiting to see how the other would react. Zakhar might be overrun by his anger, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t just going to attack Malfoy. He was going to make the boy feel pain. He’d been under the influence of curses before and although he was studious it didn’t mean he didn’t know a few good ones. Ready and waiting he bid his time. Let the fun begin. Zakhar thought silently. His mind wide awake and active. He was planning. He was in full control. And he was deadly, angry and cunning.
Draco L. Malfoy - January 17, 2012 02:40 AM (GMT)
He had indeed struck a nerve of the boy's. He could see something in the boy's eyes that was dangerous and made Draco uncomfortable. There was something almost like an animal beneath that of his normal gaze, like a wolf beneath a sheep's skin. That bothered him more than anything else that he could have seen the boy do (except for a select few things). There was something that was psychologically wrong with him, Draco would have put money on it. He didn't want to risk getting in a fight with him, so he would have to work around an actual duel.
He smiled at Zakhar pleasantly, "Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way. You're not proving yourself to them. You're proving yourself to me... And yourself, if you wanted to think of it that way." He said. He would work this so that he wouldn't have to fight Zakhar either physically or with magic. If he could get the boy how he wanted, it would be a battle of wits and a battle of persistence. He just had to toe the fine line that would push him over the edge into actually attacking Draco.
At Zakhar's mention of a fight, the male lifted his hands, almost as if a sign of peace between them. Of course, he didn't mean peace at all, but merely for him to stop for a moment. "I don't mean for you to prove yourself through a fight. Any brute can beat someone else to a pulp. Goyle has proven that. I'm thinking a fight of a different kind." He said, his smile pleasant but with a dark glint in his eyes. He made eye contact, feeling a chill through his spine at the fact that there was still that creature just behind the human.
"What do you say? Are you up for it?" He asked, putting his hands into his pants pockets very casually.
Zakhar M. Volkov - January 17, 2012 02:57 AM (GMT)
Zakhar growled. He wanted blood. He wanted Malfoy’s blood. He was quickly losing control and that wasn’t good. Zakhar knew what fighting could cause him. He knew the consequences. He had to get control. Malfoy was goating him. Malfoy would win if he, Zakhar didn’t take control of himself. Clenching his fists at his side to keep from striking out at Malfoy he let his nails dig painfully into his flesh allowing the pain to calm him. Taking many deep breaths to calm his racing pulse.
It was evident by Malfoy’s reaction that he didn’t intend to fight Zakhar. ”I have nothing to prove to you or myself. Unlike you I don’t seek constant validation!” Zakhar barked out through ground teeth. He was trembling from rage. Almost unable to retain the anger within himself. He was so close to losing control it wasn’t even funny. ”Might is Strength!” Zakhar growled the line his father had bred into him since he was a child. His teeth pressed hard together as he spoke. They ground making his voice into a hiss. White hot anger flared through him. He wanted to fight.
”Speak your terms!” Zakhar had never backed down from a fight in his life. He would fight no matter what Malfoy set down as terms. He wanted revenge. He was dead set on getting it. He wasn’t calming down. He was on overdrive right now. However he knew as soon as he began to fight his body would take over and he would be a deadly weapon. He had been trained well. Both physically and magically. He knew how to handle himself and if Malfoy was dumb enough to push him to far he would show Malfoy just how deadly he could be. He wanted Malfoy to push him. He wanted a fight. This was so unlike him that Zakhar was taken aback by the sudden desire to fight. He usually avoided such things. He was usually a calm person. Malfoy just rubbed him the wrong way. Zakhar had to admit the boy was cunning. He would be surprised if the boy didn’t actually goat him into a fight.
Draco L. Malfoy - January 18, 2012 10:55 PM (GMT)
Zakhar had continued to go downhill minute by minute and Draco could do nothing but watch. The animal-like side that he could see in his eyes was becoming more apparent and he was almost trembling. The uneasiness in Draco's stomach grew, and he was starting to see that it would be quite hard for him to talk his way out of a fight now. He had ended up pushing the absolute wrong buttons on this boy and he was sure that Zakhar would make him pay for it... At least, that's what Draco was seeing in his face and body language.
And even though he could easily recognize that the shit was indeed rolling downhill and gaining speed, he couldn't help but continue. Might as well let the fit hit the shan so to speak. "If you don't need validation," He was speaking with a silver tongue again," then why did you rise to my challenge?" He asked, his words coming as smooth as ribbons and as cool as iced water. He wasn't going to let Zakhar see how bothered he was by egging him on. He didn't want to show weakness in the face of his enemy. "Might is strength? I guess your father is teaching you to be a man after all..." He said, smirking darkly.
The boy demanded the terms be laid out, so Draco smiled, "I say we fight - not with our fists, but with something not so neanderthal." He said, "As you know, we're both attractive, Pureblood men. We come from good-standing families, both of which have a history in the dark arts... Why not put things to use? What do you say to a duel of wits and magic? A contest of sorts..." He paused, thinking for just a moment on how to protect himself just in case Zakhar didn't follow the rules they laid out, "We have a third party come up with the contest, and the winner will be decided by our fellow Slytherins... Sound like a deal?" He asked finally, meeting his gaze, "Or do you want to settle things like a muggle?"
Zakhar M. Volkov - January 19, 2012 10:29 PM (GMT)
Zakhar growled low in his throat at Malfoy. He wouldn’t succumb to the boy’s taunts this time. He stayed silent watching Malfoy. He hoped the boy would squirm for him. He was mildly disappointed when he didn’t. He was gripping his wand so tight his knuckles had turned white. His fist was clenched on his other side and he sneered at the boy. Ignoring the comments the boy made. He didn’t need validation and Malfoy knew it. His next words told Zakhar exactly that. So Malfoy thought he wasn’t a man because he wasn’t a death eater wannaby. So what. He was at least proud of what he was. He was fighting his own fights and listening to himself. He made the rules and didn’t have to do what he was told all the time. He didn’t live in fear of some other man’s whims. He smiled dangerously at Malfoy. He became so still. His eyes were on fire. His boy was coiled to strike, but he didn’t move a muscle.
His eyes locked onto Malfoy’s and he glared intently at the boy. Zakhar could tell he was unnerving the boy. It may not be showing in his voice, something Zakhar had to admire, but it was showing in his eyes. No one could hide their eyes. Zakhar listened intently to the challenge. His smile broadened.
”Tonight, and the third party cannot be one of your flunkies or the deals off! Fair fight, by wizarding laws. Except that dark magic is used. I will not hold back. I will not kill you either. A battle to the victor. A battle till a winner is chosen by our peers, not a battle to the death. Your death serves me no good. Accept or decline. Those are my terms,” Zakhar waited still and silently for Malfoy to make up his mind.
Draco L. Malfoy - January 28, 2012 08:51 PM (GMT)
The intensity of the other boy's stare only seemed to grow the more Malfoy antagonized him, and he feared that there was a point where he would snap and attack. Draco could almost feel the eggshells he was walking on and knew that if he didn't play this just how he needed to that his reputation would take quite a hit. The boy was a nobody and if Draco was defeated by him - even in a battle of wits and skill rather than looks - it would be a sign that Draco wasn't the top dog anymore and could be overthrown easily... That wouldn't do...
Zakhar laid out his own terms on the deal and Draco hesitated. A completely fair fight wasn't something he'd exactly wanted because he knew that the boy could easily win that. He'd heard of his father's training and knew that he would be used to battling someone of far greater skill than Draco. But the boy's reputation was on the line and a Malfoy wouldn't back down from the challenge that he had made. After a moment of thought, he shrugged, trying to keep his cool.
"I accept," He said finally, smiling, "But they can't be your cronies either. Neutral parties." If anything, he wanted to have a fair chance of someone who didn't hate his guts and want Zakhar to win simply because they didn't like him. "Agreed, then?"
Zakhar M. Volkov - February 1, 2012 09:13 PM (GMT)
Zakhar’s heart was pounding in his chest. His breathing was ragged. Anger pulsed through his veins making it hard for him to think straight. The strange calm that had befallen him a moment before at the thought of a fight now fled leaving his mind in chaos. Zakhar gripped the table tightly with his left hand. His knuckles were white. Anger floored through him causing his hand to tighten involuntarily. The table edge dung painful into his palm. He felt the thick blood start to flow through his fingers. Casting a brief glance over at his hand he saw the droplet start to fall through his closed fist as it tightened against the wood causing the cut to deepen. Each drop splattered to the floor and he watched it with an impassive glance.
Turning his fiery gaze to Malfoy Zakhar smiled defiantly. A fair fight was not what he desired either. He desired only to win and cause fear to become a common factor to Malfoy. His brow creased as he listened to Malfoy reissue orders. It sounded fair. However Zakhar wasn’t ready for fair quite yet. However he knew if he didn’t agree the boy would cheat his way out.
“Agreed!” Zakhar barked his voice filled with lethal anger. His eyes were sharp and focused. He was ready to do battle now. He was still smiling. A strange smile that unnerved those who saw it in a fight. it was a weapon just like his magic and his physic.
Draco L. Malfoy - February 8, 2012 04:01 PM (GMT)
Once again Draco was facing a dilemma with the fight - he couldn't easily get enough people to vote for him (out of fear or coercion) so that he could win in the fight in just one night. If anything, he'd only be able to get girls that somewhat liked him... "One more thing..." He said, holding up a hand, "Not tonight. Tomorrow night. That will give us both time to gather enough people... Does ten sound like enough? Or do you want less?" He asked, already compiling a list of people who would more than likely vote for him. Pansy would, for sure. But what about other girls in Slytherin?
Draco was trying to plan things so that everything would be in his favor. He would fight, yes, but it wouldn't be a completely fair fight. He was, afterall, a Slytherin and they weren't known for their trustworthiness. Especially since Draco in particular wasn't known for fighting fair, if he fought at all. But this would be a more fair fight. He wouldn't outnumber Zakhar in the traditional sense, but more in the new sense...
ooc: I'm thinking of sending out an e-mail to all Slytherins and have them pick a side. Does that sound okay with you? That way we can actually role-play out the fight and have people vote for the victor. Or we could just do it without others voting. Or we could include all students... Whatever works for you! (Also, sorry it's short.)
Zakhar M. Volkov - February 10, 2012 11:35 PM (GMT)
Zakhar trembled with rage as Draco weaseled his way out of the fight for another night. ”FINE!” he barked. He was so angry he couldn’t think. He couldn’t get his mind think straight. ”Ten is good,” Zakhar growled low in his throat as he drew his hand away from the wood leaving a bloody print in his place. He gathered up his essay and his quill. Packing things into his pack he knew for certain that he would fight Malfoy one way or another.
Zakhar would not rest until he bested Draco in a fight fair or otherwise. Before he could anything more rash he grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder storming away he returned to his room. Slamming the door behind him. Trembling he leaned back against the wood taking deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He went to his bed, put his back in his trunk at the foot of his bed and changed into night cloths so he could sleep. He lay in bed staring up at the ceiling wondering when morning would dawn.
OOC: Sorry it’s so short. I think we should let all the slytherins vote, but we should RP the actual fight. sorry mine is short too…
Draco L. Malfoy - February 11, 2012 06:23 PM (GMT)
Zakhar was compliant with Draco's requests, which made him feel... Better. He didn't feel good about it, but it was better than having to fight him here and now. But this was only a temporary fix. The boy would have time to think about just what he wanted to do to Draco in the meantime. It wasn't something that Draco had particularly wanted to give him, but he'd needed time of his own to think things out and find the best way of fixing the situation without having his ass handed to him on a silver platter. The Slytherin Prince watched as Zakhar stormed out of the room, literal steam almost coming from the male's ears.
Draco kept his posture nonchalant until the other male was well out of sight, his body slacking and his face becoming strained. What the hell had he just done? He hadn't meant to poke the angry caged tiger... He rubbed at his temples and sighed into his palms wearily. The shit he could get himself into... The boy strolled over to one of the leather chairs and plopped himself onto it, letting the material hug his body. He closed his eyes and laid his head back. Why did he do this to himself? It was almost unbearable...
ooc: It's okay. We can just leave the topic like this and do the fight at another time. :3