ALWAYS
+A/N+ Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any mentioned characters within this fic, or the song that this is a song-fic on. Hence, I own nothing in this fic besides the plot.
A/N 2 - I originally wrote this when I was in seventh grade before the fifth book came out. So, now that I'm redoing this to kill off my bloopers, I was faced with the decision of whether or not to make it fit with the sixth year book. My choice, however, was to make this officially AU and keep it post-fourth year.
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I hear a voice say, "don't be so blind."
It's telling' me all these things,
That you would probably hide.
Am I your only one and only desire?
Am I the reason you breathe…
Or am I the reason you cry?
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Draco Malfoy jerked his head up as he walked off of the train, towards the fake brick entry to the station, and into muggle London. He wondered vaguely if his father would even bother to pick him up; knowing that if he weren't (like last year) he would have to summon the Night Bus.
Lucious Malfoy was nowhere in sight.
Draco looked around. Potter was being picked up by his Uncle. Neither looked happy about it. Granger was happily following her parents. Blaise Zabini was debating politics (surprisingly) with his father. Even the Weasleys looked happy.
And there Draco stood, feeling stupid for hoping that his father would be there. He started towards the exit. Nobody talked to him on his way there. Not that he expected anyone to. Not that he wanted anyone to.
Draco stepped into the light of the day and then turned left and entered the first alley he saw. Then he pulled out his wand from his trunk and stuck it out in the air.
BANG!
The door opened and Draco entered. The doors closed and he paid his fare.
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Always,
Always,
Always,
Always,
Always,
Always.
I just can't live without you.
I love you,
I hate you,
I can't live around you.
I breathe you,
I taste you,
I can't live without you.
I just can't take anymore this lack of solitude.
I guess then that I'm out the door,
And now I'm done with you.
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Lucius Malfoy stood at the door of his son's room. He hadn't apologized to Draco last year when he hadn't picked him up. Draco didn't complain then. He hadn't apologized this time either. B
Lucius knew that anyone in his place with Draco as his son would be prouder than any other father; but Lucius wasn't. He felt nothing except for a strange pain. A pain that he wanted to mend by inflicting it on others. Even on Draco and Narcissa.
Yet he knew (somewhere in his mind, most likely in the farthest recesses) he couldn't live without either of them. They were part of him. However, he could only show his appreciation by hurting them.
Turning away from the door, Lucius walked down the hallway to his office and began to work once more. He wasn't certain how much time passed, but sometime later a knock sounded at the door and he looked up, calling "enter!"
Draco looked in. "Father," he said, his voice was formal, distant sounding, "mum says dinner will be ready soon. She requests your presence for the meal."
Lucious smiled a slightly psychotic smile. "Tell her I might come down," he turned to face his library wall, "and that I might not. I might eat later."
Draco nodded and left.
Lucious didn't notice. He didn't care either. He was already planning his next "lesson" for Draco.
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Done with you,
Done with you,
Done with you,
Done with you.
I feel,
Like you don't want me around.
I guess I'll pack all my things;
I guess I'll see you around.
It's all been bottled up until now,
As I walk out your door,
All I can hear is the sound of,
Always.
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Draco walked out of his father's study. He turned around and closed the doors. Softly. Anything loud and he knew he would be beaten.
'Why am I even here?' Draco mused as he walked through the halls towards where he knew his mother was. 'If mum weren't here, would I stay? Would I take the pain father causes me? Would I even view the world as I do?'
He came to the end of the hall. There was a large sitting room there, and in the middle, in a silken looking chair, sat his mother.
Narcissa was a beautiful woman. The only problem was the black eye she sported.
"He isn't coming is he?" She asked.
"Perhaps," Draco said. "He was vague. Like he always is." He came and sat next to his mother in silence.
Mother and son were both quiet as the House Elves entered. They seemed to know that Lucious wasn't coming. Otherwise only one would've come to announce that dinner would be served downstairs. However, they brought the dinner up to them, almost as if promising peace at the meal.
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Always,
Always,
Always,
Always,
Always.
I just can't live without you.
I love you,
I hate you,
I can't get around you.
I breathe you,
I taste you,
I can't live without you,
I just can't take anymore this lack of solitude,
I guess then I'm out the door,
And now I'm done with you.
I love you,
I hate you,
I can't live without you.
I left my head around your heart.
Why would you tear my world apart?
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Lucious watched as the House elf led his son into the room and then turned and scampered out of the room, the doors closing with a bang.
Draco didn't look anything. Not afraid or angry or annoyed or resentful. Nothing. He seemed blank and emotionless.
"What 'lesson' do I get to learn today, father?" Draco asked quietly.
"Fencing," Lucious gave a sardonic smile and tossed Draco the sword with blunted ends. He kept the sharp one for himself.
† Later †
"That is all for today," Lucious drawled.
"Yes father," Draco said respectfully. He didn't pay any attention to his multiple, bleeding cuts. He wasn't raised to.
Lucious took the blunted sword from Draco and threw his own sharp sword at the door. It should have embedded itself deep within the wood. And it would have except for one small detail.
Narcissa had opened the door at that very moment. The sword went through her chest and heart.
"What have I done?" Lucious whispered.
"MUM!" Draco shrieked as he ran to her side. He could see as he arrived that she had already stopped breathing, that she was already dead.
And Lucious stood there, his eyes unseeing.
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Always,
Always,
Always,
Always.
I see the blood all over your hands.
Does it make you feel more like a man?
Was it all just a part of your plan?
The pistols shaking in my hands,
And all I hear is the sound of...
I love you,
I hate you,
I can't live around you.
I breathe you,
I taste you,
I can't live without you.
I just can't take anymore this lack solitude.
I guess that I'm out the door,
And now I'm done with you.
I love you,
Ihate you,
I can't live without you.
I love you,
I hate you,
I can't live without you.
I can't take anymore this lack of solitude.
I pick myself off the floor and now I'm done with you.
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Draco stood there. His ears were ringing.
'She can't be dead,' flashed through his head. He pushed the thought aside, recognizing that denial wasn't an option. He bent down and gently pulled the sword from his mother and laid it on the ground beside her.
He was suddenly glad that he hadn't had time to take off his fencing gloves.
"Mum," he whispered. "Mum, I can't stay here to take care of father like you did. I can't. I hope that you will understand why." Then Draco got up and took one last look at his father who seemed to have gone catatonic.
"I've always loved you father," Draco said aloud, hoping that his father could hear him. "Even though you don't love me. I know you didn't mean to kill her but you have. Mum is dead and I can't and won't ever be able to forgive you for that. I am leaving now."
Draco left and went to get his things packed again.
Lucious didn't move, didn't blink, and didn't think. He just stood reliving his horror until the morning.
Draco left the house when he finished packing and summoned the Night Bus when he arrived on the street. He didn't remember anything else until he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron to get a room for the summer there.
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Always.
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+A/N+ I haven't ever done a song-fic before so if it isn't good (as I sorta think, I am my own worst enemy/critic) And I would appreciate some feed back. I will post any other song-fics that I come up with on this one. I would also appreciate anyone sending me the lyrics to this song so I can fix any discrepancies. I had to listen to this song many times over to get it this accurate.
A/N 2- Well, I fixed the song in the first verse, but miracle of miracles, I got the rest right. There are two other pieces to this and, with a few tweaks each, I'll have them re-posted soon. The next one is a prequel to this and it makes for better impact to read it second. The third one is the sequel to this one.