Mark My Words
Warnings: This story is based around the concept of slash, Harry and Draco.
Outline: This is an ease back into fanfiction writing for me so this will only be made up of three to four parts.
Disclaimer: JK's creations are her own.
-PART ONE-
I always said that I would only ever kiss someone if there was real meaning behind it. Sad, sad romantic. I'm well aware. Of course when I came up with this noble and chivalrous idea it worked marvellously with the situation I was in. But now… it's been a long time since then and with time comes longing to be loved, to be held and to feel like you mean something again. Merlin, the state I'm in now if I hadn't set myself this ridiculous standard thing and been stubborn enough to up hold it I would grab the first person that seemed remotely interested in me. I really couldn't bring myself to lead them into such a false fantasy though… could I?
Draco tapped his quill on the desk and gazed around the library. Millicent Bulstrode glanced up from her work and gave him a gawky smile, he lowered his eyes slowly back to his page.
A Malfoy is meant to have control. When coming up with that concept, I wonder if my ancestors had ever actually loved, ever felt remotely human even. I honestly can't believe they could have because this, this is beyond agony. And the reason, why I can't break from this agony and find someone that I truly care for, is standing there at the bookshelf. Oblivious to what they began all those years ago and what still hasn't ended for me. There's only one person I want to kiss and they're probably the only person that I never could without knowing they felt it as much as I did. It's because of this that my snogless life continues, to put it disgustingly crassly.
So how do you get someone to love you? That's the thing isn't it, you can't get someone to love you. Not even with all the magic we have, how can someone not have come up with a way to truly recreate love?
Draco let the ink leak from his quill and seep deep into the parchment as the answer swept through the air between him and the one by the bookshelf.
…because it would be utterly artificial and would never be real.
The Slytherin let his eyes trail across the room from under lowered lids and a sea of hair to the bookshelf. Annoyingly a faint smile came to his lips as Harry pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and frowned in concentration as he propped the book open on his arm. The grey eyes snapped back to the parchment.
If someone's loved you before does that give you more of a chance to find love there again or even less? It ended so that means that it's been tried and found it doesn't work. Why try it again? Maybe it was never meant to end, maybe everything was out of your control, maybe it's this mass of excuses and reasons you can come up with that are the reason it's not going to happen again.
Draco bit his cheek and stared hard at his page, almost choking his quill.
Why is it that when he started it and I merely followed, I'm the one left like this and he somehow manages to defy the odds as usual and come out the other side completely unscathed? How is it that I can mean nothing once again and he still mean everything to me? Why can't life be fair? I haven't changed, surely everything he saw in me then is still here, so why am still so alone and unkissed?
The blond gave his head a small disbelieving shake.
If we actually still spoke I'd warn you to watch yourself Potter because you will be kissing me again, mark my words I'm going to find a way.
I certainly hope you enjoyed it, all ears for feedback. Cheers for reading, you're a legend.
-Rogue.
