Here's something I've been working on for a while. I don't actually ship Drarry in cannon, I just like to write and think about it. I had a co writer for the later chapters in this story, which I will be posting later, but she doesn't have a FFN account so I can't exactly credit her. Thanks to all my real-life friends why read these and loved it.
This is writtenin verse, AKA it's one huge poem. I thought I hated that, too, until I started writing it. Enjoy!
"Drifting"
I am superior to the wide majority of my peer group.
At least I feel like it.
But then again I'm still an idiot.
An idiot for doing something.
No, not even doing something- doing a lot of things.
Make that not doing.
Not doing many, many things.
Just letting my life pass by.
And now I'm of age and I don't know where to go.
Mom won't make eye contact with me.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen her in a few weeks.
Dad's locked up in Azkaban.
The last time I saw him, he was yellow-skinned and weak.
And I have no one else.
Sure, the ones that follow me around.
They are quite idiotic.
Not like him.
He's the one.
The one who never backed down.
The one who stood there when no one else did.
The one who now stares at the wall, bored.
I know he is bored.
But bored because he is perfect.
Just perfect.
He has smart friends.
He has talent beyond mine any day.
Any day.
I remember one night
When I couldn't sleep.
Nightmares, again.
I paced the corridors of night.
Thinking.
Wandering.
Pointless.
Broken.
Drifting.
I turned a corner.
He was there.
Just there.
Just him.
Looking out a window
Fogging up the glass with his breath.
I knew I should go.
I should hate him.
He hates me.
But I lingered.
There, an opportunity I didn't let slip.
He turned around.
He was a mess.
A perfect, amazing mess.
He chokes out my name.
His eyes are bloodshot.
Maybe he reminds me of Father.
No, not at all.
I know I should run away.
Walk away, more like it.
Walk like my father did.
Calm.
Composed.
Walking with a point to it.
But I stay.
Oh, why did I stay?
And now there is fear.
The pure, sinking fear.
The fear that you can't live with.
The one that will slowly kill you.
I am too familiar with that fear.
I breathe a bit.
Nope, that just made it worse.
And now I am frozen.
Petrified.
I want to leave so badly but I just can't.
He looks away.
That's what I expected.
Now he looks back.
At me.
I can't help but get that fluttery feeling.
That nervous, sweaty feeling.
I am going to screw this up so badly.
He says something.
I respond.
And now we are talking.
Just talking.
He smiles.
I say something and he laughs.
He looks at me.
I smile.
We wander slowly.
Just discussing.
Laughing.
Enjoying ourselves.
I haven't felt this way for so long.
And I love it.
Me.
Draco Malfoy.
I feel happy.
For the first time in a very, very long time.
With him.
The one.
The Chosen One.
I think I am falling in love with Harry Potter.