Summary- When the world gets tough, the tough get scared. Are you
confused? I bet. A look inside Draco's family.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter! If I did I would be so fucking rich.........
Part One- Hiding
It's always been like this...a large house, a rich and respected family, good manners with exquisite things and a line of purity that has never been broken. My life has always been like this, but only on the outside; on the inside, we were all scratched and dirty with skeletons overflowing the closets. No one gets to see our lives as it really is...we're always wearing our best on the outside so people don't try to see our filthy insides.
To begin, I can hear them fighting again. Them, of course, being Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy...my parents. My mum is drunk again' her voice is slurring heavily and I can hear her stumbling around. My father is being as low as he can, but I can hear him hitting her...she keeps letting out drunken cries of pain. Fuck they're loud...I'm at the other end of the house in my room and I can hear them.
By my side sitting upon the bed is Nevra...her back is shaking, and I think she's crying. Oh, right...you wouldn't know who Nevra is, now would you? Nevra is my older sister; she's always here because she was born with chronic depression and bi-polar syndrome. Well, my father is also ashamed of her...
When Nevra was eight years old, she stood up to my father and declared that she did not want to be a Death Eater. Our father put her into Azkaban for a year, then released her only to find that she became even more depressed then before and refused to speak to him. He decided at this time to have her home-schooled by a private tutor, and that Nevra would be disowned when she was ready to leave.
That was twelve years ago.
Nevra's afraid of the outside world and people she doesn't know; she refuses to walk outside of our home because she's convinced that our father won't let her come back in. Mum took up drinking when Nevra stopped talking to her, and then had a nervous breakdown when she stopped leaving her room all together. Now that I think of it, this is the first time Nevra has come into my room by her own will power. After all, I'm the only person she trusts.
My sister is looking at me now...I think she's about to say something. Ah yes, she's talking to me about the good old days...
"I remember when they didn't fight...and when mum didn't drink...I wish you remembered, too...they were good times." Nevra always looks so sad she when talks to me; I think she thinks it's her fault that our family is messed up. I think she loves me more then our parents, and to tell the truth I love her more then them as well. Hmm...she's speaking again... "Would you like a hug, Dra Dra?"
I can't help but smile at that, even with all the other shit going on. To tell the truth, I don't want a hug, and I don't like my childhood nickname, but I want to please her. "Why don't I hug you, Nev?" Oh I love this. Her eyes finally have a happier look in them then they've ever had before.
Oof! Nevra has pushed me down onto the bed and is lying on me with my arms folded around her. She loved holding me like this when I was younger and I would drift into her room. In all honesty, I can understand why; her warm body and steady breathing is very comforting to me, and I can't hear my parents any longer. Now looking down at her dyed purple hair, I run my hands through her locks and feel her grip around my neck loosen as she's calming down.
At times like this, I wish I could clean out my closet and let everyone know my darker secrets...secrets about my sister, our parents, my feelings...ugh, not again! I'm thinking about my feelings!
I have deep feelings for people, and the deepest feeling is love...and not just for my sister. In actuality, I'm in love with someone at Hogwart's, and only my sister knows...and she found out by accident (She heard me talking to Dobby about it, but all Dobby understood was that I had 'respect' for a certain someone...that house else never had a chance in understanding love with my family).
As if Nevra can read my thoughts (Which at times I swear she can do) she looks up at me and smiles with a mischevious smirk on her face. "So...how was school this year? Did you finally tell you-know-who about you-know-what?" The smirk has widened...oh no, she's going to tease me. "Dra Dra, you should tell him already...you know, tell him how hot you think he is and how you dream of him and-" I have my hand on her mouth now, but she's biting into it. Fuck, she's making me bleed.....
I look back down at her with my pathetic love-struck face on. "He doesn't like me that way, Nev...he doesn't like me at all. Besides, I don't think I love him anymore." Ouch. That really hurt to say.
Nevra's twirling my silver hair around her finger...dear Merlin she knows I'm lying. She keeps looking at me with those damned eyes of hers; she has the eyes that stare into your soul. Why does she torture me like this? She knows I'm bloody well lying......yet she's not going to say anything, I know it. Sometimes I wonder why she does this shit to me......she knows more about me then anyone else could, yet she never acknowledges it.
I also wonder why she taunts me about my love. She always says crap like 'I thought Malfoy's weren't allowed to love', and 'Don't you love me anymore?'........oh fuck..........that's it.....she wants all of my love......
She reads my mind again and says "If you don't love him, then you can just send some extra love my way..."
I stare down at her while she looks back up at me with those bewitching eyes. "Nevra, I love you more then anything, you know that.....I just sometimes.......you know......love other people, too."
Her expression is that of a betrayed and dying soul. Fuck, why does she have to be this selfish? Is it in our blood to act like this?
She's getting up from her spot on me and is now leaving my room in a very quiet and rejected way. As soon as she leaves I can hear them again.
My closet is full of skeletons.
So, wot did you people think? I know, I know, I wasn't nice enough to specify who he loves (though I was quite kind and specified it was a male) and you people are probably having trouble adjusting to Draco's sister and affections of so much sibling love......but that's how it is with me and my brother, we love each other tons but it's all platonic. Erf, why am I babbling? Anyway, there of course will be more....that is, if you review. Oh, and if you ask very nicely, I will write the next chapter in the view of Draco's secret looove. Well, go on then, review!
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter! If I did I would be so fucking rich.........
Part One- Hiding
It's always been like this...a large house, a rich and respected family, good manners with exquisite things and a line of purity that has never been broken. My life has always been like this, but only on the outside; on the inside, we were all scratched and dirty with skeletons overflowing the closets. No one gets to see our lives as it really is...we're always wearing our best on the outside so people don't try to see our filthy insides.
To begin, I can hear them fighting again. Them, of course, being Lucious and Narcissa Malfoy...my parents. My mum is drunk again' her voice is slurring heavily and I can hear her stumbling around. My father is being as low as he can, but I can hear him hitting her...she keeps letting out drunken cries of pain. Fuck they're loud...I'm at the other end of the house in my room and I can hear them.
By my side sitting upon the bed is Nevra...her back is shaking, and I think she's crying. Oh, right...you wouldn't know who Nevra is, now would you? Nevra is my older sister; she's always here because she was born with chronic depression and bi-polar syndrome. Well, my father is also ashamed of her...
When Nevra was eight years old, she stood up to my father and declared that she did not want to be a Death Eater. Our father put her into Azkaban for a year, then released her only to find that she became even more depressed then before and refused to speak to him. He decided at this time to have her home-schooled by a private tutor, and that Nevra would be disowned when she was ready to leave.
That was twelve years ago.
Nevra's afraid of the outside world and people she doesn't know; she refuses to walk outside of our home because she's convinced that our father won't let her come back in. Mum took up drinking when Nevra stopped talking to her, and then had a nervous breakdown when she stopped leaving her room all together. Now that I think of it, this is the first time Nevra has come into my room by her own will power. After all, I'm the only person she trusts.
My sister is looking at me now...I think she's about to say something. Ah yes, she's talking to me about the good old days...
"I remember when they didn't fight...and when mum didn't drink...I wish you remembered, too...they were good times." Nevra always looks so sad she when talks to me; I think she thinks it's her fault that our family is messed up. I think she loves me more then our parents, and to tell the truth I love her more then them as well. Hmm...she's speaking again... "Would you like a hug, Dra Dra?"
I can't help but smile at that, even with all the other shit going on. To tell the truth, I don't want a hug, and I don't like my childhood nickname, but I want to please her. "Why don't I hug you, Nev?" Oh I love this. Her eyes finally have a happier look in them then they've ever had before.
Oof! Nevra has pushed me down onto the bed and is lying on me with my arms folded around her. She loved holding me like this when I was younger and I would drift into her room. In all honesty, I can understand why; her warm body and steady breathing is very comforting to me, and I can't hear my parents any longer. Now looking down at her dyed purple hair, I run my hands through her locks and feel her grip around my neck loosen as she's calming down.
At times like this, I wish I could clean out my closet and let everyone know my darker secrets...secrets about my sister, our parents, my feelings...ugh, not again! I'm thinking about my feelings!
I have deep feelings for people, and the deepest feeling is love...and not just for my sister. In actuality, I'm in love with someone at Hogwart's, and only my sister knows...and she found out by accident (She heard me talking to Dobby about it, but all Dobby understood was that I had 'respect' for a certain someone...that house else never had a chance in understanding love with my family).
As if Nevra can read my thoughts (Which at times I swear she can do) she looks up at me and smiles with a mischevious smirk on her face. "So...how was school this year? Did you finally tell you-know-who about you-know-what?" The smirk has widened...oh no, she's going to tease me. "Dra Dra, you should tell him already...you know, tell him how hot you think he is and how you dream of him and-" I have my hand on her mouth now, but she's biting into it. Fuck, she's making me bleed.....
I look back down at her with my pathetic love-struck face on. "He doesn't like me that way, Nev...he doesn't like me at all. Besides, I don't think I love him anymore." Ouch. That really hurt to say.
Nevra's twirling my silver hair around her finger...dear Merlin she knows I'm lying. She keeps looking at me with those damned eyes of hers; she has the eyes that stare into your soul. Why does she torture me like this? She knows I'm bloody well lying......yet she's not going to say anything, I know it. Sometimes I wonder why she does this shit to me......she knows more about me then anyone else could, yet she never acknowledges it.
I also wonder why she taunts me about my love. She always says crap like 'I thought Malfoy's weren't allowed to love', and 'Don't you love me anymore?'........oh fuck..........that's it.....she wants all of my love......
She reads my mind again and says "If you don't love him, then you can just send some extra love my way..."
I stare down at her while she looks back up at me with those bewitching eyes. "Nevra, I love you more then anything, you know that.....I just sometimes.......you know......love other people, too."
Her expression is that of a betrayed and dying soul. Fuck, why does she have to be this selfish? Is it in our blood to act like this?
She's getting up from her spot on me and is now leaving my room in a very quiet and rejected way. As soon as she leaves I can hear them again.
My closet is full of skeletons.
So, wot did you people think? I know, I know, I wasn't nice enough to specify who he loves (though I was quite kind and specified it was a male) and you people are probably having trouble adjusting to Draco's sister and affections of so much sibling love......but that's how it is with me and my brother, we love each other tons but it's all platonic. Erf, why am I babbling? Anyway, there of course will be more....that is, if you review. Oh, and if you ask very nicely, I will write the next chapter in the view of Draco's secret looove. Well, go on then, review!