A/N- Hey!! This is my first fic, so don't laugh. It is pretty horrible, but please r/r. I could
use some pretty interesting things to read. Anyway, don't take it easy on me. I can
take the criticism. ^_^
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING!! Everything belongs to the great J.K Rowling. Too bad!!
I really like these characters. Oh Well...
NOW ON WITH THE STORY.....
Now is Forever
Draco Malfoy shivered. It wasn't a cold day. but the evil within him made
everything seem cold. He pulled his cloak tighter, even though he knew nothing
would ever make him warm. He had always been evil. Well, except when he was
younger. He had been kind and innocent then, but his father couldn't stand it. He
had forced Draco to be evil. Lucius Malfoy had done everything in his power to
make little Draco terrible. He had succeeded. Yet Draco had never really wanted to
make fun of muggle borns or hate the good people. He just did by habit. Actually,
he did it from fright. He lived in fear that his father would hurt him like he hurt his
mother.
He had grown up watching Lucius beat Narcissa Malfoy; he had seen her learn to
hover in the corner, and he had learn to do so himself. Lucius never asked if his son
wanted to hurt others. He just assumed he did.
But Draco didn't. Draco hated when he made fun of others, but he never
stopped. Maybe because he thought he couldn't. Or maybe because he feared
what his father would say. He wasn't sure, he just knew he couldn't. So each day, he
walked around with a sneer on his face and a bagful of fresh insults to fling at others.
No one thought Draco hated it. No one thought Draco was kind and good inside.
Everyone thought what they saw; they thought Draco was just like his terrible father.
Draco had always wondered what it was like to have friends, to have
someone to care about. He had no one. His parents hated him, his peers hated him,
and he even hated himself. He hated the way he teased and mocked and smirked.
He hated everything about himself, from his looks to his personality. He was sure others
felt like that, too. He knew that everyone would had met him could care less if he
dropped off the face of the earth. He knew he lived a terrible excistence, but there
was nothing he could do to change it. Nothing.
Draco shook himself back to reality. He stared into the setting sun, amazed
at it's beauty. Beauty was something he never noticed; something he wasn't
supposed to notice. Yet, it was impossible not to be swept away in the magic of the
sunset. It was so free, so powerful, so meaningful. It held a purpose, a purpose to alert
others that the day was over and it was time relax. Draco sighed sadly. He had none
of that. Unless, of course, you count the fact that he was supposed to start another
generation of Malfoys; he was supposed to ensure that the name lives on. That was his
purpose. Draco blinked once, and turned away from the purple light. Back into the darkness.
He hated when he had these thoughts. They were the kind of thoughts that drove
him insane; they made him sink deeper into depression. They caused him to resent the fact
that he was ever born. They caused him to wish he had never came to Hogwarts, so he
wouldn't have to face his arch-enemies.
Harry Potter and his gang hated him, and Draco hated them equally. But he only
hated them because they hated him. And they only hated him because he was rude and
obnoxius. And that was the same reason everyone hated him. His evil, cruel personality.
Harry Potter had also helped make Draco's life miserable. Lucius wanted Draco
to be better than Harry at EVERYTHING. But there was a problem with that. Harry was
better than Draco at everything. Lucius would bow his head and say "Where have I gone
wrong in raising you? You embarrase the name Malfoy. You bring shame to me! Can't you
even win a Quiddich match against a good for nothing orphan? I fear you will be the weak
link in the chain."
'The weak link in the chain.' It was amazing how that little phrase killed a person.
It had ruined Draco's self esteem; it was what caused him to continue down his path.
That was why he found pleasure in hurting others. Insecurity, hatred, and that simple little
phrase....
Draco shook himself sharply. He must not drawn in self-pity. Yet it was hard not to
feel alone, to feel hopeless....For once in his life, Draco wanted to feel loved, to feel wanted.
He snorted. Who on earth would care about a smart aleck 16 year old who was cruel to
others? He torments others for fun; he is a brat. He had heard the teachers talk about him
when they thought he wasn't listening. He had seen them give him terrible looks when they
thought he wasn't looking. He knew that they all hated his father, and Draco was almost
identical to Lucius....
Draco sighed his most terrible sigh and realized what he must do.
Off into the distance, Harry Potter stopped to stare at the shadowy figure. It was
standing there, doing nothing. Harry walked closer to it, wondering who it could be. He
stopped only when he was close enough to hear the person's raged breathing. He swallowed
when he realized who it was. Harry turned to walk away but the figure spoke. "What to you
want, Potter?"
Harry stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned to see Draco Malfoy's troubled face
staring back at him. Harry stared at him. He saw no sarcasim, no anger, no visible sign off
the Draco Malfoy Harry was used to. "Well, I saw someone standing over here and I came
to see who it was. AS it is you, I'll go inside."
Draco stared at him. His face showed absolutly no emotion. "Fine," Draco
murmured, turning around. "See if I care."
But Harry couldn't bring himself to go inside. He knew something was bothering
Draco, but he waasn't sure if he should ask. Finnally, he said, "Ok Malfoy. What is the matter
with you?"
Draco gave him a long, penetrating stare. "Why do you care?"
"Well," Harry replied slowly, "You looked troubled and I got the impression something
was bothering you. I decided it would be kind to ask you what was wrong. Obviously, you
don't take kindness too well."
"You know why, don't you?"
Harry looked at Draco as if he were insane. "Know what?"
"Do you know why I don't take kindness very well? It is very simple, if you look at
the evidence."
Harry thought. Draco was insane. Crazy. Whatever he was, it wasn't safe. "No,"
he answered slowly.
Draco sighed a terrible sigh. "I don't take kindness very well because no one is
ever kind to me. Have you ever seen anyone be nice to me? Not even my own family is
kind to me. So you understand that if you never see kindness, you cannot give kindness."
Harry didn't answer. He almost wished that Draco's sadness would magically
turn to sarcasim. Yet it didn't and Harry waited for Draco to continnue. Slowly, almost
reluctantly, Draco took in a breath and continued. "Well, if you ever look around, you will
notice that everyone hates me. Everyone. My parents are the worst. My mother is frightened
by life, my father is cruel and evil. My father works hard to make sure I am as evil as he is. I
mean, honestly, did you actually think i like to be terrible? If I had my way, I would be good
and kind like you. But I don't. I am frightened and threatened into it. So, the world works in it's
terrible manner, and poor little Draco Malfoy is absolutly evil. He is everything everyone wishes
they never become."
Harry stared and whispered "So, that is why you are mean to everyone?"
"Oh yes. That is the big secret. But you know what? I can change all that. With the
snap of my fingers." And Draco snapped his fingers. He drew a long, silver dagger from his
cloak and whispered, "We have control over everything."
Harry reacted immediantly. "DON'T MALFOY!!" Harry watched as Draco lowered
the dagger and stared at him.
"Destiny is something we cannot play with. It is obvious that my destiny is the same
as my father. So therefore, I must change it. Change it to something that is worth being
remembered for; something that will make my father angry about, but will also allow him to
see what happens to a person when they go too long without love. And i must tell you, 15
years is too long." Draco lifted the dagger as the sun fell behind the horizon and the
darkness poured over the land. He whispered his last words to the darkness, the one thing he
had alway s been aware of.
"Now is forever."
A/N- hi!! Me again. K, I know it was horrible but you MUST reveiw!! Tell me what you think,
I don't care. I just figured that after you read my terrible story, it was gonna take some
pursuasion to continue with a reveiw. Hee Hee. ^_^
use some pretty interesting things to read. Anyway, don't take it easy on me. I can
take the criticism. ^_^
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING!! Everything belongs to the great J.K Rowling. Too bad!!
I really like these characters. Oh Well...
NOW ON WITH THE STORY.....
Now is Forever
Draco Malfoy shivered. It wasn't a cold day. but the evil within him made
everything seem cold. He pulled his cloak tighter, even though he knew nothing
would ever make him warm. He had always been evil. Well, except when he was
younger. He had been kind and innocent then, but his father couldn't stand it. He
had forced Draco to be evil. Lucius Malfoy had done everything in his power to
make little Draco terrible. He had succeeded. Yet Draco had never really wanted to
make fun of muggle borns or hate the good people. He just did by habit. Actually,
he did it from fright. He lived in fear that his father would hurt him like he hurt his
mother.
He had grown up watching Lucius beat Narcissa Malfoy; he had seen her learn to
hover in the corner, and he had learn to do so himself. Lucius never asked if his son
wanted to hurt others. He just assumed he did.
But Draco didn't. Draco hated when he made fun of others, but he never
stopped. Maybe because he thought he couldn't. Or maybe because he feared
what his father would say. He wasn't sure, he just knew he couldn't. So each day, he
walked around with a sneer on his face and a bagful of fresh insults to fling at others.
No one thought Draco hated it. No one thought Draco was kind and good inside.
Everyone thought what they saw; they thought Draco was just like his terrible father.
Draco had always wondered what it was like to have friends, to have
someone to care about. He had no one. His parents hated him, his peers hated him,
and he even hated himself. He hated the way he teased and mocked and smirked.
He hated everything about himself, from his looks to his personality. He was sure others
felt like that, too. He knew that everyone would had met him could care less if he
dropped off the face of the earth. He knew he lived a terrible excistence, but there
was nothing he could do to change it. Nothing.
Draco shook himself back to reality. He stared into the setting sun, amazed
at it's beauty. Beauty was something he never noticed; something he wasn't
supposed to notice. Yet, it was impossible not to be swept away in the magic of the
sunset. It was so free, so powerful, so meaningful. It held a purpose, a purpose to alert
others that the day was over and it was time relax. Draco sighed sadly. He had none
of that. Unless, of course, you count the fact that he was supposed to start another
generation of Malfoys; he was supposed to ensure that the name lives on. That was his
purpose. Draco blinked once, and turned away from the purple light. Back into the darkness.
He hated when he had these thoughts. They were the kind of thoughts that drove
him insane; they made him sink deeper into depression. They caused him to resent the fact
that he was ever born. They caused him to wish he had never came to Hogwarts, so he
wouldn't have to face his arch-enemies.
Harry Potter and his gang hated him, and Draco hated them equally. But he only
hated them because they hated him. And they only hated him because he was rude and
obnoxius. And that was the same reason everyone hated him. His evil, cruel personality.
Harry Potter had also helped make Draco's life miserable. Lucius wanted Draco
to be better than Harry at EVERYTHING. But there was a problem with that. Harry was
better than Draco at everything. Lucius would bow his head and say "Where have I gone
wrong in raising you? You embarrase the name Malfoy. You bring shame to me! Can't you
even win a Quiddich match against a good for nothing orphan? I fear you will be the weak
link in the chain."
'The weak link in the chain.' It was amazing how that little phrase killed a person.
It had ruined Draco's self esteem; it was what caused him to continue down his path.
That was why he found pleasure in hurting others. Insecurity, hatred, and that simple little
phrase....
Draco shook himself sharply. He must not drawn in self-pity. Yet it was hard not to
feel alone, to feel hopeless....For once in his life, Draco wanted to feel loved, to feel wanted.
He snorted. Who on earth would care about a smart aleck 16 year old who was cruel to
others? He torments others for fun; he is a brat. He had heard the teachers talk about him
when they thought he wasn't listening. He had seen them give him terrible looks when they
thought he wasn't looking. He knew that they all hated his father, and Draco was almost
identical to Lucius....
Draco sighed his most terrible sigh and realized what he must do.
Off into the distance, Harry Potter stopped to stare at the shadowy figure. It was
standing there, doing nothing. Harry walked closer to it, wondering who it could be. He
stopped only when he was close enough to hear the person's raged breathing. He swallowed
when he realized who it was. Harry turned to walk away but the figure spoke. "What to you
want, Potter?"
Harry stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned to see Draco Malfoy's troubled face
staring back at him. Harry stared at him. He saw no sarcasim, no anger, no visible sign off
the Draco Malfoy Harry was used to. "Well, I saw someone standing over here and I came
to see who it was. AS it is you, I'll go inside."
Draco stared at him. His face showed absolutly no emotion. "Fine," Draco
murmured, turning around. "See if I care."
But Harry couldn't bring himself to go inside. He knew something was bothering
Draco, but he waasn't sure if he should ask. Finnally, he said, "Ok Malfoy. What is the matter
with you?"
Draco gave him a long, penetrating stare. "Why do you care?"
"Well," Harry replied slowly, "You looked troubled and I got the impression something
was bothering you. I decided it would be kind to ask you what was wrong. Obviously, you
don't take kindness too well."
"You know why, don't you?"
Harry looked at Draco as if he were insane. "Know what?"
"Do you know why I don't take kindness very well? It is very simple, if you look at
the evidence."
Harry thought. Draco was insane. Crazy. Whatever he was, it wasn't safe. "No,"
he answered slowly.
Draco sighed a terrible sigh. "I don't take kindness very well because no one is
ever kind to me. Have you ever seen anyone be nice to me? Not even my own family is
kind to me. So you understand that if you never see kindness, you cannot give kindness."
Harry didn't answer. He almost wished that Draco's sadness would magically
turn to sarcasim. Yet it didn't and Harry waited for Draco to continnue. Slowly, almost
reluctantly, Draco took in a breath and continued. "Well, if you ever look around, you will
notice that everyone hates me. Everyone. My parents are the worst. My mother is frightened
by life, my father is cruel and evil. My father works hard to make sure I am as evil as he is. I
mean, honestly, did you actually think i like to be terrible? If I had my way, I would be good
and kind like you. But I don't. I am frightened and threatened into it. So, the world works in it's
terrible manner, and poor little Draco Malfoy is absolutly evil. He is everything everyone wishes
they never become."
Harry stared and whispered "So, that is why you are mean to everyone?"
"Oh yes. That is the big secret. But you know what? I can change all that. With the
snap of my fingers." And Draco snapped his fingers. He drew a long, silver dagger from his
cloak and whispered, "We have control over everything."
Harry reacted immediantly. "DON'T MALFOY!!" Harry watched as Draco lowered
the dagger and stared at him.
"Destiny is something we cannot play with. It is obvious that my destiny is the same
as my father. So therefore, I must change it. Change it to something that is worth being
remembered for; something that will make my father angry about, but will also allow him to
see what happens to a person when they go too long without love. And i must tell you, 15
years is too long." Draco lifted the dagger as the sun fell behind the horizon and the
darkness poured over the land. He whispered his last words to the darkness, the one thing he
had alway s been aware of.
"Now is forever."
A/N- hi!! Me again. K, I know it was horrible but you MUST reveiw!! Tell me what you think,
I don't care. I just figured that after you read my terrible story, it was gonna take some
pursuasion to continue with a reveiw. Hee Hee. ^_^