A/N: Yeah. I was watching Oprah yesterday and this was on it and I got an uber brain blast and was proud, and now I've written it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
I will not make
The same mistakes that you did.
I will not let myself
cause my heart so much misery.
Draco looked at his left arm. The scar burned there forever. Why did he do this? Why did he suject himself to this hell? He didn't want to be his father.
He banged his head against the wall and slid down it. He rested his head in his knees and took a deep breath. He stood up and looked across the small room into the mirror. His pale skin, grey eyes, and blond hair, just like his father's. He punched his reflection and the glass fell with a loud shatter. He left the bathroom, leaving the mess for someone else to clean up.
I will not beak
The way you did, you fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far.
Draco looked out the window at the muggles walking by. He gripped his wand and he watched them pass, smiling and laughing. He gulped and turned around, walking towards the fireplace as he picked up his fathers portrait and threw it on the floor with a loud crash. He glared at it then walked out the door to the front yard with the peacocks and then to the street.
Because of you
I never stray to far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt.
Draco walked down the street, looking down at the sidewalk. He looked up at a tree. It was tall and leafy. He looked up higher and saw a nervous boy sitting in it. He looked a him, then turned and continued to walk down the street. He turned left and saw a girl from his work that he sort of liked. He backed up and ran away quickly before she could see him.
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you, I am afraid
Draco sat against the fence leading to his house. Anger towards his father built up in him. He put the heel of his hands in his eyes to prevent him from crying. He heard footsteps and he saw the little boy from the tree walking over towards him. Draco sood up, towering over the little boy.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"Go home, kid. Save yourself." Draco said, pushing the kid away. The kid stumbled and looked at Draco. "Scat." Draco said, waving his hands. The kid walked away and Draco went back into his house.
I lose my way
And it's not long before you point it out.
I cannot cry
Because I know that's a weakness in your eyes
"Draco, where have you been?" His father asked as he entered the house.
"Out." Draco snarled.
"You know it's not good to go out in the muggle towns. How many times have we told you?"
"Shut up," Draco said, going up the stairs to his bedroom. He had an urge to cry and let it all out.
"Where do you think you're going?" His father asked, following him.
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Draco shouted, slaming his door in his father's face.
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh, everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't whole to start with
"Smile, Draco," Astoria said, touching the corners of his mouth and pushing them up.
Draco forced a smile for his girlfriend. She smiled at him then gave him a kiss.
"Draco..." She said quietly, taking a few steps away from him.
"Yes?" Draco asked, taking the same few steps.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"What... what do you mean?" Draco asked.
"You seem... broken..." Astoria said.
"You would be broken too if you grew up in my household." Draco muttered.
Becase of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I leanred to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Draco walked down the streets of diagon alley for the first time in months. Everything had changed. People were starting to fill the streets after the trauma of the war, but it still wasn't as busy as it had been years before. He heard someone call his name and he turned around and saw his old friend, Crabbe. Draco didn't want to see him as he walked over towards him.
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you, I am afraid
Draco looked at his friend as he waddled over and stood infront of Draco.
"How're things?" Crabbe asked.
Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably. Were they really friends all those years that Draco used them? Did really have a relationship, or did they just hand out because they had to...
I watched you die, I heard you cry
Every night in your sleep
I was so you, you should have known
Better than to lean on me
Draco remembered during the summer after his first year. He'd always walk through the house on those nights his father was working late, and hear his mother crying in her bed. It had gone on for a week, and He finally decided to see what was going on.
"Oh, Draco, dear..." She sniffled. "Would you mind getting me some firewhiskey? Dobby's busy with stuff for your father."
"Yes mother." Draco said, going down the stairs to get his mother a glass of firewhiskey. And it went on like that for the rest of the sumer.
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing
Draco layed in his bed at night as he remembered his father being a selfish bastard, only caring about himself and the Dark Lord. Ignoring everything else, that was truly good. Not this 'Kill the muggle' shit that Draco was raised and taught as good, and was now realising was all a lie. And it hit him. He was raised on a lie.
Because of you
I never stray to far from the sidewalk
Because you of
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
"Draco, are we ever getting married?" Astoria asked.
"I don't want to." Draco said.
"Why the hell not?" Astoria asked.
"Astoria..." he said quietly. "I..." He sat up. "I will never get married."
"Draco, if we can't get married..."
"Astoria, I will not marry you. I don't want to see you hurt."
"What the hell?" Astoria asked. "If you don't want to see me hurt, then marry me Draco. I'm dying for you." She said, starting to cry. Draco watched her, hopeless.
Because of you
I tried my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
"Draco..." Astoria said. "What's wrong."
"Nothing." He said flatly.
"It's something." She said.
Draco shook his head and turned around, walking away.
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you, I'm afraid.
Draco sat in the empty room, feeling like he finally discovered who he was.
An empty man, in an empty room.
A/N: There it is. Tell me if you think it's too depressing or something. I'm curious.