A/n- I don't own Incubus or the Harry Potter characters, thank you!
Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin Common Room, looking at the dying fire. He hated his life. But as pompous as he acted, or as good he made himself look, physically and mentally. He would rather die than to let his father's past take over him.
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the
Fear take the wheel and steer.
His father was a Death Eater, those who served Lord Voldemort. And as much as he acted like a "bad boy" he couldn't back it up. Of course, he wasn't like a goody-two-shoes Ravenclaw. Nor a stupid Hufflepuff (mentally challenged, I prefer) or a stuck-up, (aka brave) Gryffindor. But his father's past, made him a Slytherin.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.
Whatever he was to amount to, the top, the numero uno chance was.....Death Eater. But Draco sat in this chair, looking at the fire, determined to not let that happened. If he could.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
It was in fact true, that most of the Slytherins he shared this-this Dungeon that was a fretful excuse for a Common Room,'s been Death Eater's family. But he wasn't going to be one of them. Next June, he'd be leaving this place. To get a future, not his father's past.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh.
Draco was for the first time in his life establishing a sense of hope. So, now he could tease "Potty" "Weasel" and "Mudblood". But, then, he decided to just sit there.
Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine....
hold the wheel and drive?
Just as Draco dropped his glass of water on the floor, the Common Room door flew open.
"Malfoy?" it was Crabbe and Goyle. "What are you doing up?"
"N-nothing. Nothing at all. You two go ahead. I'll stay here, for a bit." Draco got up, and put out the fire. And sat in the darkness of his life.
Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin Common Room, looking at the dying fire. He hated his life. But as pompous as he acted, or as good he made himself look, physically and mentally. He would rather die than to let his father's past take over him.
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the
Fear take the wheel and steer.
His father was a Death Eater, those who served Lord Voldemort. And as much as he acted like a "bad boy" he couldn't back it up. Of course, he wasn't like a goody-two-shoes Ravenclaw. Nor a stupid Hufflepuff (mentally challenged, I prefer) or a stuck-up, (aka brave) Gryffindor. But his father's past, made him a Slytherin.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.
Whatever he was to amount to, the top, the numero uno chance was.....Death Eater. But Draco sat in this chair, looking at the fire, determined to not let that happened. If he could.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
It was in fact true, that most of the Slytherins he shared this-this Dungeon that was a fretful excuse for a Common Room,'s been Death Eater's family. But he wasn't going to be one of them. Next June, he'd be leaving this place. To get a future, not his father's past.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeh.
Draco was for the first time in his life establishing a sense of hope. So, now he could tease "Potty" "Weasel" and "Mudblood". But, then, he decided to just sit there.
Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine....
hold the wheel and drive?
Just as Draco dropped his glass of water on the floor, the Common Room door flew open.
"Malfoy?" it was Crabbe and Goyle. "What are you doing up?"
"N-nothing. Nothing at all. You two go ahead. I'll stay here, for a bit." Draco got up, and put out the fire. And sat in the darkness of his life.