Author's note: This is a collection of random, one-shot songfics. Each will be different themes, characters, genres, lengths, etc. Each are based on a situation I create using a song. They may not necessarily follow the lyrics, but it will be the story that comes to mind while listening to them. I will be accepting suggestions for future additions, however specific or personal you give.
Disclaimer: This is fan fiction. I own nothing but the plot.
"I Need You" by Relient K
He could not take it anymore. Whether it was the lack of sleep, the crumbs of food he managed to choke down every day, or the pressure of maintaining a life of guilt and deception that caused this slowly induced insanity he knew not. He did know that he could not take another day.
Draco ran his fingers through his platinum hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. His stifling silk tie had long ago been discarded, yet he still felt claustrophobic. He nearly sprinted to the large French doors leading to his balcony. Throwing them open, his alabaster hands gripped the marble railings as he tried to calm his breathing. His suit jacket was soon tossed over the balcony, fluttering in the evening breeze to the fountain below.
Time paused while he watched the grey fabric darken as the water slowly claimed it. He ran back inside, grabbing the first thing his hand connected with and tossing it across the room. The heavy statue collided with the doors and shattered several panes of glass. Shiny slivers rained down, spraying like glitter to land on the dark hardwood.
Draco turned to the bookshelves along one wall of his bedroom. One by one, the books joined the fray, tomes vomiting pages as they bounced from the wall to the floor. A dead potted plant soon found itself hurled over the balcony. His mother's attempt to give him something to think of crashed to the stone path below, scattering tiny painted clay pieces and dirt.
In a feral moment of primitiveness, he tore the seams of his pillows with his teeth. Feathers exploded into the air, landing on upturned tables and debris. Metal clanged against metal as he ripped the curtains from his windows and bed. Determinedly, he strode to his desk.
The cool white hands that had caused so much hurt quickly swiped at the desk, leaving smears of black and red across the surface as they knocked over parchment and ink bottles.
The sting of a blade slicing through his hand brought him back to reality. Draco stared at the blood dripping from his wound, mesmerized as it mixed with ink, old tea, and candle wax. Something caught his eye among the wreckage. He stooped down to pick up the package. He vaguely remembered his mother bringing it days ago.
Carefully, Draco opened the box. It contained a locket, a small bag, and a note. He fingered the clasp of the locket, unfastening it. His own face smiled up at him, one arm waving while the other stayed wrapped around someone.
It was her. The person who made him question his entire upbringing. The one woman that called out his shite. The reason he'd been locked in this prison he had at one time called home for the last three months.
"Whenever you're ready. Come find me."
Draco would recognize that uneven blue writing anywhere. He held the note up to his nose, breathing in the fading scent of her perfume before folding it up and placing it in his pocket. The sackcloth bag came undone with a small pull of the tie. There lay a handful of shimmering green powder.
Mind made up, Draco snatched his wand and pointed it at the fireplace. Flames roared to life, feeding on the chaos and spreading embers throughout the room. Alarms sounded, whining to his guards that the prisoner was trying to escape.
He slid the locket around his neck, holding it to his heart as he stepped into the fire. He closed his eyes to the inferno devouring his former cell. Draco threw the green powder to his feet, an unheard word slipping from cracked and smiling lips as his past burst through the doors.
He was free.
A.N. - So what'd you think? Did you like it, did you hate it? Dime por favor?!