You Don't Know Me
Nix Supreme/Night Angel 101/Nyx Haneule/DracoxHarryluv
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters. The plotline will be a pretty unique, unoriginal plotline. Why? Because I have no life and am bored out of my mind. So the age old "love lasts through time" plot is going to come to play. But~ I will be putting my own little twist onto it! – This, for sure, will only appear on the FIRST CHAPTER!!! So stay reminded about me NOT OWNING ANYTHING!!!
A/N: –winks- Let me know what you think! I won't continue until I get comments! … Err, at least one! Now, do me a favour and go listen to some Korean music – it's AH-mazing! Try Super Junior, DBSK, and Big Bang. Big Bang is great for beginners because they have released English songs… So all you English song junkies can go listen to them! -.- OR you can just go read and comment other people's works of art – err, writing! :)
Prologue
You don't know me. With your grey eyes filled with hate and perfect blonde without a hair out of place. With your pale skin that easily blushes, your anger that flares up like an instant furnace.
You don't know me. Yet you still claim that you know how perfect my life is – how I expect everyone to worship me.
You don't know me. Yet you claim I could never be as perfect as you.
You don't know me….
… Not like I know you.
I know you feel pain. I know you mask it with anger. I know you love your mother and hate your father. I know you only tolerate your father in public and grudgingly look up to him as a Malfoy, not a role model. I know you secretly hate your perfect blonde hair, preferring to wear it like everyone else's. I know you never wanted us to be enemies – or friends. I know you have a secret crush on your best friend, Blaise. I know you feel the need to have all those people around you to make him jealous – and for your own personal sense of security. I know you know multiple languages – Korean, Japanese, French, English, Spanish, and Russian, to name a few. I know you secretly want to save the Muggle world. I know you wish you were the Boy Who Lived.
… I know you hate me.
-XoX-
"What are you looking at, Scarface?" Verdant eyes shyly glanced out from under black bangs, but, as usual, the look was taken the wrong way. A stinging, ringing laugh echoed across the hall as grey eyes stared condescendingly at the smaller, sixteen year old boy before them. "Not everyone loves you, asshole." A smirk rested on those perfectly shaped lips, a cruel glint resided in the grey eyes. A punch landed on the pale face, sending the blonde boy reeling backwards.
"Fuck off, Malfoy."
Emerald eyes glanced back worriedly at the boy on the floor behind the three as a red head and a brunette dragged the raven haired boy away. The blonde sneered at him before shoving his own friends away and stalking to the hospital wing.
-XoX-
You don't know me. You never knew me. Not once in our multiple lives together. But in every life, it was I who knew you, through and through. From beginning to end. From the first kiss to our final breaths.
-XoX-
Blood inched over the pink, bow shaped mouth as green eyes stared up at the clear, black sky. It was over, finally over. A small smile played at his lips, his breaths becoming shallower. As his vision faded to black, he swore he could see an angel crying over his dying body – his angel. But, of course, he knew he had only imagined it as his slowly closed, a single word escaping his mouth. "Draco."
-XoX-
I was stuck in between – not wanting to leave, but not wanting to stay. The pain was unbearable. It was the first lifetime I hadn't ended up with my beloved. A pain ran through my dead heart. I needed him to survive. I needed him for the next life to exist again. A single, clear teardrop silently slipped down my cheek. I had to wait for him. I had to see him.
But even as I thought that, cold, dark, nonexistent hands pulled me backward into the light. I didn't want to leave. I screamed, kicked, fought as hard as I could.
It was no use.
I took one, final look at my beloved. A small smile played at my lips as I saw him kiss his best friend. That should be me.
But it wasn't me.
I stopped resisting, instead turning to welcome the numbing darkness once more.
Maybe there would be a better chance at having him in the next life.
… Or maybe not.
-XoX-
There are only two things that stand the test of time – hate and love. Two similar emotions, but not the same. Their passion and their strength are undeniable and a thin line separates them. Grey eyes glistened for a moment as he watched the world's saviour slowly being lowered into the ground. He had heard his faint heartbeat – felt it. And then it was gone after Blaise had kissed him. Gone. His rival and hated – hated what exactly? He hadn't been an enemy. He hadn't been an acquaintance. What had he been? What had been his reason for hating him? Why couldn't he remember anything?
The world faded to black as a familiar face smiled at him, green eyes filled with love.
What was going on?!