Yeah, so, sup?! I wrote this story at night when I was in bed listening to
sad music...I'll try to update as soon as possible!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine yo! But this plot is!
* * *
My Juliet
Chapter One: The Boy with the Gray Eyes
It was a rainy and dull day as the rain fell hard against the window of a 16-year-old boy's immense room. There was a king-sized bed with the comforter kicked at the bottom of the bed. And at the top of the bed, sat the blonde hair boy sitting up, wrapping his arms around his legs resting his head oh his knees, tangled in the white sheets, staring out the window in front of him, his gray eyes, blank and expressionless.
As he lowered his legs, they revealed his chest with tiny cuts and scars. Last night he had been thrown into a thorn bush. He glanced down at them with trembling rage, until he couldn't take it anymore.
He sprang off the bed ran to his bureau, opened it, snatched the first shirt he found, and threw it on, it was a plain black shirt that he had for a few years now so it was just a tad bit too small. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror next to the dresser, and then took a double take. There were tears streaming down his cheeks. He was crying, crying with tears of anger, but his face soon changed from fury to sorrow.
"Draco?" called a deep male voice from outside his room. "Draco are you up yet?" it called again. Damn it. The boy thought. He had heard him running around in his room.
The boy slammed the dresser drawer and scurried back to his bed, his feet quietly pattering the cold wooden floor, jumping into his bed and covered himself with the sheets he was once tangled in, and pushed his eyes shut pretending he was asleep.
"Draco?" Repeated the voice. "I just wanted to apologize for hitting you last night, I regret it very much." The blonde boy felt his eyes spill angry tears, he felt like screaming.
Suddenly, the door quietly opened and a tall man, resembling the boy stood there. Obviously this was the boys father. He glanced over at his sleeping son pursing his lips and then turning around and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly on his way out.
The boy immediately sat up in bed as the door shut. He wiped the salt water tears from his eyes.
The truth was, he didn't want to talk to his father, in fact he didn't even want to start up too much conversation with him at all. The boy felt like his father didn't love him. The both knew this because...his father was the one who threw him into the thrown bush last night.
But besides that, his father was barley ever home, but when he was, he always had better things to do then talk to his son, or practice some Quidditch with him. He was always locked up in his study doing work. Probably working on missions given to him from Lord Voldemort. He never saw why his father got caught in a mess with Voldemort in the first place.
Suddenly there was a loud crack from the left side of the boy's bed, and the boy turned over in his bed to find the house elf, Twiggy. His big bright blue eyes staring up at the boy.
"May Twiggy be at any service to Master Draco?" Twiggy asked bowing.
"Yeah. Leave." Draco snapped moodily as he spun back around in his bed and plopped himself down on the mattress. He wrapped himself tighter in the sheets, and pressed his head more into the pillow.
"M-Master Draco, Twiggy would like to know is-is there anything upsetting him?" The new house elf they had gotten last month obviously didn't know how things went in this house. House elf's don't ask questions, they just do what their told.
"LEAVE!" The boy spat even louder. Twiggy gave a small 'eep' and disappeared with a loud crack.
The boy's throat burned trying to hold back the raging tears filling his eyes once again, and when he couldn't hold them back any longer, they streaked across his cheeks, burning the cut on under his eye....
* * *
oooh! Poor, poor, poor innocent Draco! Who likes the way how I referred to him a the boy? I tried to make Draco look more...mysterious. ^_^ Next chapter I'll refer to him as 'Draco' like in a normal fic and there will be (dun dun dun) GINNY AND DRACO ROMANCE! Oh how I love that ship! ^_^
MORE ANGST TOO! *crys*
I ALSO PROMISE TO MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER LONGER! This chapter was just a little thing to get you guys into the story!
See that button...
Yeah...the purple one, right there- the one that says review..CLICK IT AND TYPE!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine yo! But this plot is!
* * *
My Juliet
Chapter One: The Boy with the Gray Eyes
It was a rainy and dull day as the rain fell hard against the window of a 16-year-old boy's immense room. There was a king-sized bed with the comforter kicked at the bottom of the bed. And at the top of the bed, sat the blonde hair boy sitting up, wrapping his arms around his legs resting his head oh his knees, tangled in the white sheets, staring out the window in front of him, his gray eyes, blank and expressionless.
As he lowered his legs, they revealed his chest with tiny cuts and scars. Last night he had been thrown into a thorn bush. He glanced down at them with trembling rage, until he couldn't take it anymore.
He sprang off the bed ran to his bureau, opened it, snatched the first shirt he found, and threw it on, it was a plain black shirt that he had for a few years now so it was just a tad bit too small. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror next to the dresser, and then took a double take. There were tears streaming down his cheeks. He was crying, crying with tears of anger, but his face soon changed from fury to sorrow.
"Draco?" called a deep male voice from outside his room. "Draco are you up yet?" it called again. Damn it. The boy thought. He had heard him running around in his room.
The boy slammed the dresser drawer and scurried back to his bed, his feet quietly pattering the cold wooden floor, jumping into his bed and covered himself with the sheets he was once tangled in, and pushed his eyes shut pretending he was asleep.
"Draco?" Repeated the voice. "I just wanted to apologize for hitting you last night, I regret it very much." The blonde boy felt his eyes spill angry tears, he felt like screaming.
Suddenly, the door quietly opened and a tall man, resembling the boy stood there. Obviously this was the boys father. He glanced over at his sleeping son pursing his lips and then turning around and leaving the room, shutting the door quietly on his way out.
The boy immediately sat up in bed as the door shut. He wiped the salt water tears from his eyes.
The truth was, he didn't want to talk to his father, in fact he didn't even want to start up too much conversation with him at all. The boy felt like his father didn't love him. The both knew this because...his father was the one who threw him into the thrown bush last night.
But besides that, his father was barley ever home, but when he was, he always had better things to do then talk to his son, or practice some Quidditch with him. He was always locked up in his study doing work. Probably working on missions given to him from Lord Voldemort. He never saw why his father got caught in a mess with Voldemort in the first place.
Suddenly there was a loud crack from the left side of the boy's bed, and the boy turned over in his bed to find the house elf, Twiggy. His big bright blue eyes staring up at the boy.
"May Twiggy be at any service to Master Draco?" Twiggy asked bowing.
"Yeah. Leave." Draco snapped moodily as he spun back around in his bed and plopped himself down on the mattress. He wrapped himself tighter in the sheets, and pressed his head more into the pillow.
"M-Master Draco, Twiggy would like to know is-is there anything upsetting him?" The new house elf they had gotten last month obviously didn't know how things went in this house. House elf's don't ask questions, they just do what their told.
"LEAVE!" The boy spat even louder. Twiggy gave a small 'eep' and disappeared with a loud crack.
The boy's throat burned trying to hold back the raging tears filling his eyes once again, and when he couldn't hold them back any longer, they streaked across his cheeks, burning the cut on under his eye....
* * *
oooh! Poor, poor, poor innocent Draco! Who likes the way how I referred to him a the boy? I tried to make Draco look more...mysterious. ^_^ Next chapter I'll refer to him as 'Draco' like in a normal fic and there will be (dun dun dun) GINNY AND DRACO ROMANCE! Oh how I love that ship! ^_^
MORE ANGST TOO! *crys*
I ALSO PROMISE TO MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER LONGER! This chapter was just a little thing to get you guys into the story!
See that button...
Yeah...the purple one, right there- the one that says review..CLICK IT AND TYPE!