I got the idea for this story while listening to the Jesus Christ
Superstar soundtrack, so I decided to spin a story out of it. Warning,
although the genre says Romance/Angst, there will be a bit of humor thrown
in to lighten the mood once in a while.
Just a warning, the rating is PG-13 at the moment, but it will probably go up to R within a few chapters as things get deeper. Also, there is: swearing, suicidal thoughts, cutting, derogatory terms, alcohol, and sexuality in this story. A lot of heavy stuff, so please hit the back button if you are offended by any of this. Oh yeah, and slash will be mentioned a lot in this (this is a slash story, after all) and possibly heavy slash later on.
Thanks, I hope this story is enjoyable, and I'm sorry to put Harry and Draco through so much anguish, but I had to for this plot. Also, this is one of the deepest stories I've ever written, even harder than my Digimon fanfic, 'Confessions and Revelations'. But one thing hasn't changed, it's another slashy fic! So if you're a slash lover, enjoy!
Yeah, yeah, here's the disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. JK Rowling would probably be horrified to see Harry/Draco slash, and the actors definitely wouldn't be too happy to see it either...
SUMMARY: What happens when you get two enemies roped into working together for a school production? Especially when those two boys are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, and have a strange power involving desire and sexuality? Chaos, that's what! HD, slash
Title: It May Surprise You
Chapter: Chapter One---Dark Musings
Author: DarkBryna1724
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---DRACO's POV---
-Cruelty dripping from every pore,
Hatred burning in hard eyes,
Pain is his love, his birthright
He is all they say, and more
-Hurt screaming from his soul,
Agony churning deep inside,
Pain is his love, his birthright
He cries, this was never his goal
-But who can escape their destiny?
Especially a son of death,
A boy who's life was planned out,
Mapped out to who he should be
-No one can escape their birthright,
Not even a dragon like him,
A boy with so much secret power,
Hidden inside with all his might
-Darkness hiding inside light,
Or is it light hiding behind darkness?
Who is this enigma in the shadows,
This mystery cloaked by the night?
Night is the only time that I can melt into the obscurity of the shadows, hiding from the prying eyes of everyone else. There, I can finally let go of the mask I've perfected to keep my real self secret. Nobody knows that the real Draco Malfoy isn't just a cruel and cold Slytherin who's goal in life is to cause pain. Nobody knows that all those things I show to people are all results of my insecurity, results of my upbringing. When I'm alone, the reasons for my behavior come crashing out from where they lay buried within me. All the pain I feel springs forth to swamp me so that I am suffocating with it all. The real Draco Malfoy is revealed.
My entire life, I've had to live with the responsibility of the Malfoy name. My birthright demands that I act aloof, demands that I hold myself above everyone else. I am the best, there is no doubt about it. This has been drilled into me since I was a young child. It suffocates me because this is not who I want to be. But there is no escaping it. The one time I tried, it blew up in my face.
That time was when we'd just arrived at Hogwarts for the first time all those years ago. I'd heard of how great Harry Potter was, and seeing him and the light in his eyes, I instinctively wanted to be his friend. I knew then that he could be the one to help me be more than I was born to be. But I ruined it, and he threw my offer of friendship back in my face. I guess he didn't realize that I hadn't meant to insult his friends like that because of the way I'd worded my invitation. And so he humiliated me in rejecting my friendship.
What he did to me really hurt, and so I lashed out at him and his friends. In truth, I lashed out at everyone. I took my snobbishness up a level, and my cruelty got even worse. Cultivating the air of being a cold Malfoy was the only thing that mattered. That, and hurting Potter over and over again because of the pain he'd caused me. Hatred sprung from that instinctual lashing out, and we became bitter enemies. He's humiliated me so many times, I can't even begin to count them. And it just kills me to see him laughing with his friends each time, rejoicing in his triumph over the snooty ferret-face.
There is one thing that really bothers me about Potter, though. Even though I hate him with a passion, I can't help but find him attractive. The damn git! I don't want to think he's handsome, even thought it's clear he is. Everyone knows that he and I are the two Sex Gods of Hogwarts and girls chase us all the time. But hell, that doesn't me *I* have to find him gorgeous, too! My mind is fucked up...although I've known that for years. That doesn't mean I'm gay and like Potter, I mean, eew! *shudder* crap...or is that a *shiver*. Damn, I am so messed up it's definitely way past being funny.
Why does my life have to be so full of churning emotions, most I don't want to even identify? I only ever wanted to be normal and not have to hide everything behind barriers so strong I don't even recognize whether I'm simply lying or actually telling the truth. Sometimes, I don't even know if the insults I let fly are what I really feel, or just part of the mask I keep in place to hide the real me. I used to know, but now everything is so blurred...so goddamned blurred...
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---HARRY'S POV---
-Great actors tread the boards,
Dazzling audiences with their talent
They can play many different people,
Transforming identities at will
-Yet the best actors of all,
Never graced a stage in their life
They hide amongst you,
Playing their parts in the game of life
-I show you only what I wish,
Keeping my inner feelings secreted away
You'll never know my pain, my fear
All you'll see is what you need to
-I could be suffering from despair,
Suffering from agony in my heart,
Suppressing my tears and pain
Until I'm alone and can let it out
-Don't worry about it all though,
Everything's the way it should be
I've got my mask all set in place,
And you'll never know the difference
Nobody knows the real Harry Potter hiding behind the quick grin and easygoing attitude. Sure, sometimes people get a quick glance of my temper, but that's about it. I hide the pain and darkness that lurks inside of me all too well for anyone to notice that I'm not really such the Golden Boy everyone believes me to be. Sometimes I just want to scream as loud as I can just so people can see who I really am. So they can see how fucked up I am.
Of course, that's never going to happen. I won't let it. Control is something I'm good at, and I just can't let go of it. And so I'm stuck burying all these damned painful memories and feelings underneath a pile of lies and deceptions. It eats away at me to lie like this to everyone, especially my friends, but it can't be helped. They'd be horrified to know how dark my soul really is.
There isn't anyone I could confide all my problems to, because no one knows how I feel. Nobody knows how hard it is to be stuck in the limelight, forced with responsibilities and a life you never wanted. But it's my birthright, it has been ever since I was a year old and Voldemort killed my parents. Even though Voldemort is finally dead, by my hands no less, I still can't catch a break. I know that I will have to live with my famous name my entire life.
The only person I know that could have even an inkling of how I feel is my arch-nemesis, Draco Malfoy. But of course, I wouldn't trust him with anything of mine. Especially something as precious as my feelings. He's a cold bastard who could laugh in my face and tell everyone. Him, with his pureblood Malfoy name and his cruel attitude. He cares for no one but himself, and he hates me. It doesn't matter how much we have that's similar, we're never going to be on good terms. You'd think two people with famous names would band together to weather the burdens of their birthright. You'd think the two Sex Gods of Hogwarts would be companionable, understanding each other. But no, we're hated enemies and probably always will be. I hate him so much, and it doesn't help that I feel attracted to him now as well. God, the horror of it! Lusting after my worst enemy. But yes, I do and I hate myself for it. Isn't it enough that he's a thorn in my side and an absolute jerk? No. He just has to be attractive to me as well, and that just pisses me off. He haunts my dreams at night, for crying out loud!
Why can't I just be normal? I don't want to be who I am, and yet there is no erasing what was written in the stars long before my birth. I am the famous Harry Potter, and there is not one fucking thing I can do about it. Nothing except pretend to be the great Golden Boy everyone thinks I am, and hide all my pain and doubts underneath my so-fake exterior. I wonder if everything will someday become too much and I'll finally explode...what a show that would be. It would be the biggest news of the century, 'The Boy Who Lived Finally Crack's and Ends Up At St. Mungo's!'. Yup, that would be the huge headline of the Daily Prophet. I can just see it now. Damn, why can't I escape everything and have no one care about me anymore? WHY?!
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Oh yeah, and in this story, if there are any poems, each stanza is indicated by '-'. Any thoughts are indicated by '/'. And any songs are indicated by '*'. Thanks!
Just a warning, the rating is PG-13 at the moment, but it will probably go up to R within a few chapters as things get deeper. Also, there is: swearing, suicidal thoughts, cutting, derogatory terms, alcohol, and sexuality in this story. A lot of heavy stuff, so please hit the back button if you are offended by any of this. Oh yeah, and slash will be mentioned a lot in this (this is a slash story, after all) and possibly heavy slash later on.
Thanks, I hope this story is enjoyable, and I'm sorry to put Harry and Draco through so much anguish, but I had to for this plot. Also, this is one of the deepest stories I've ever written, even harder than my Digimon fanfic, 'Confessions and Revelations'. But one thing hasn't changed, it's another slashy fic! So if you're a slash lover, enjoy!
Yeah, yeah, here's the disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. JK Rowling would probably be horrified to see Harry/Draco slash, and the actors definitely wouldn't be too happy to see it either...
SUMMARY: What happens when you get two enemies roped into working together for a school production? Especially when those two boys are Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, and have a strange power involving desire and sexuality? Chaos, that's what! HD, slash
Title: It May Surprise You
Chapter: Chapter One---Dark Musings
Author: DarkBryna1724
~-~-~-~-~-
---DRACO's POV---
-Cruelty dripping from every pore,
Hatred burning in hard eyes,
Pain is his love, his birthright
He is all they say, and more
-Hurt screaming from his soul,
Agony churning deep inside,
Pain is his love, his birthright
He cries, this was never his goal
-But who can escape their destiny?
Especially a son of death,
A boy who's life was planned out,
Mapped out to who he should be
-No one can escape their birthright,
Not even a dragon like him,
A boy with so much secret power,
Hidden inside with all his might
-Darkness hiding inside light,
Or is it light hiding behind darkness?
Who is this enigma in the shadows,
This mystery cloaked by the night?
Night is the only time that I can melt into the obscurity of the shadows, hiding from the prying eyes of everyone else. There, I can finally let go of the mask I've perfected to keep my real self secret. Nobody knows that the real Draco Malfoy isn't just a cruel and cold Slytherin who's goal in life is to cause pain. Nobody knows that all those things I show to people are all results of my insecurity, results of my upbringing. When I'm alone, the reasons for my behavior come crashing out from where they lay buried within me. All the pain I feel springs forth to swamp me so that I am suffocating with it all. The real Draco Malfoy is revealed.
My entire life, I've had to live with the responsibility of the Malfoy name. My birthright demands that I act aloof, demands that I hold myself above everyone else. I am the best, there is no doubt about it. This has been drilled into me since I was a young child. It suffocates me because this is not who I want to be. But there is no escaping it. The one time I tried, it blew up in my face.
That time was when we'd just arrived at Hogwarts for the first time all those years ago. I'd heard of how great Harry Potter was, and seeing him and the light in his eyes, I instinctively wanted to be his friend. I knew then that he could be the one to help me be more than I was born to be. But I ruined it, and he threw my offer of friendship back in my face. I guess he didn't realize that I hadn't meant to insult his friends like that because of the way I'd worded my invitation. And so he humiliated me in rejecting my friendship.
What he did to me really hurt, and so I lashed out at him and his friends. In truth, I lashed out at everyone. I took my snobbishness up a level, and my cruelty got even worse. Cultivating the air of being a cold Malfoy was the only thing that mattered. That, and hurting Potter over and over again because of the pain he'd caused me. Hatred sprung from that instinctual lashing out, and we became bitter enemies. He's humiliated me so many times, I can't even begin to count them. And it just kills me to see him laughing with his friends each time, rejoicing in his triumph over the snooty ferret-face.
There is one thing that really bothers me about Potter, though. Even though I hate him with a passion, I can't help but find him attractive. The damn git! I don't want to think he's handsome, even thought it's clear he is. Everyone knows that he and I are the two Sex Gods of Hogwarts and girls chase us all the time. But hell, that doesn't me *I* have to find him gorgeous, too! My mind is fucked up...although I've known that for years. That doesn't mean I'm gay and like Potter, I mean, eew! *shudder* crap...or is that a *shiver*. Damn, I am so messed up it's definitely way past being funny.
Why does my life have to be so full of churning emotions, most I don't want to even identify? I only ever wanted to be normal and not have to hide everything behind barriers so strong I don't even recognize whether I'm simply lying or actually telling the truth. Sometimes, I don't even know if the insults I let fly are what I really feel, or just part of the mask I keep in place to hide the real me. I used to know, but now everything is so blurred...so goddamned blurred...
~-~-~-~-~-
---HARRY'S POV---
-Great actors tread the boards,
Dazzling audiences with their talent
They can play many different people,
Transforming identities at will
-Yet the best actors of all,
Never graced a stage in their life
They hide amongst you,
Playing their parts in the game of life
-I show you only what I wish,
Keeping my inner feelings secreted away
You'll never know my pain, my fear
All you'll see is what you need to
-I could be suffering from despair,
Suffering from agony in my heart,
Suppressing my tears and pain
Until I'm alone and can let it out
-Don't worry about it all though,
Everything's the way it should be
I've got my mask all set in place,
And you'll never know the difference
Nobody knows the real Harry Potter hiding behind the quick grin and easygoing attitude. Sure, sometimes people get a quick glance of my temper, but that's about it. I hide the pain and darkness that lurks inside of me all too well for anyone to notice that I'm not really such the Golden Boy everyone believes me to be. Sometimes I just want to scream as loud as I can just so people can see who I really am. So they can see how fucked up I am.
Of course, that's never going to happen. I won't let it. Control is something I'm good at, and I just can't let go of it. And so I'm stuck burying all these damned painful memories and feelings underneath a pile of lies and deceptions. It eats away at me to lie like this to everyone, especially my friends, but it can't be helped. They'd be horrified to know how dark my soul really is.
There isn't anyone I could confide all my problems to, because no one knows how I feel. Nobody knows how hard it is to be stuck in the limelight, forced with responsibilities and a life you never wanted. But it's my birthright, it has been ever since I was a year old and Voldemort killed my parents. Even though Voldemort is finally dead, by my hands no less, I still can't catch a break. I know that I will have to live with my famous name my entire life.
The only person I know that could have even an inkling of how I feel is my arch-nemesis, Draco Malfoy. But of course, I wouldn't trust him with anything of mine. Especially something as precious as my feelings. He's a cold bastard who could laugh in my face and tell everyone. Him, with his pureblood Malfoy name and his cruel attitude. He cares for no one but himself, and he hates me. It doesn't matter how much we have that's similar, we're never going to be on good terms. You'd think two people with famous names would band together to weather the burdens of their birthright. You'd think the two Sex Gods of Hogwarts would be companionable, understanding each other. But no, we're hated enemies and probably always will be. I hate him so much, and it doesn't help that I feel attracted to him now as well. God, the horror of it! Lusting after my worst enemy. But yes, I do and I hate myself for it. Isn't it enough that he's a thorn in my side and an absolute jerk? No. He just has to be attractive to me as well, and that just pisses me off. He haunts my dreams at night, for crying out loud!
Why can't I just be normal? I don't want to be who I am, and yet there is no erasing what was written in the stars long before my birth. I am the famous Harry Potter, and there is not one fucking thing I can do about it. Nothing except pretend to be the great Golden Boy everyone thinks I am, and hide all my pain and doubts underneath my so-fake exterior. I wonder if everything will someday become too much and I'll finally explode...what a show that would be. It would be the biggest news of the century, 'The Boy Who Lived Finally Crack's and Ends Up At St. Mungo's!'. Yup, that would be the huge headline of the Daily Prophet. I can just see it now. Damn, why can't I escape everything and have no one care about me anymore? WHY?!
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Oh yeah, and in this story, if there are any poems, each stanza is indicated by '-'. Any thoughts are indicated by '/'. And any songs are indicated by '*'. Thanks!