Well, ellos People!
I got bored doing homework, and so I decided to write a fanfiction based on one of my absolute favorite songs, Hope Vol 2 by Apocalyptica.
I haven't written in forever, not since my Inu Yasha days, and I made a new account, so please do tell me what you think. D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Apocalyptica's orgasmic music.
U.U
Draco and Narcissa took a seat, and immediately, Draco started to whine.
"Aw, Gods, Mother! What's your reason for dragging me to this damned fashion show? What the hell did I do?"
"Oh, bugger off Draco. I know you'll enjoy the models and their lack of clothes, sweetheart." His mother responded, looking at her pamphlet absentmindedly.
Draco smirked, and pretended to grumble under his breath.
The lights dimmed and some classical metal music started to play, but it's splendor would not be noticed by Draco...
Several models made their way down the runway, but none really struck out, no matter what they wore. They all had some bewitched bats clung to their breast as an accessory.
And then…a certain maiden caught Draco's eye, and he beheld the beauty before him, and his eyes glassed over.
Hope
is beauty, personified
At her feet the world, hypnotized
A young brunette witch strutted down the runway, her burgundy velvet dress pooling at her feet, her golden brown hair had long been tamed since she got out of Hogwarts, and it tumbled down her back, almost as smooth as the velvet she modeled.
Her seven-inch stiletto heels barely even clicked as she walked with utter expertise.
A million flashes,
A million smiles
And on the catwalk she flies in style
Her neon red vinyl corset glistened, and she didn't even look remotely phased or faintish, she was used to corsets by now, and wore them well.
Her eyes were dramatically made up; bright red eyeliner, glittery red eye shadow…and her lips were the darkest of reds…bringing out the paleness of her skin. She was in a sense, a perfect, bloodshot porcelain doll.
And Draco Malfoy had never wanted anyone so much in his life
Her eyes beckoned him, warm brown pools of sadness, and they looked to be fighting back tears... Never had he seen such a tragic beauty…But yet, she looked so damn familiar…
But
in this heart of darkness
All hope lies lost and torn
His eyes followed her until she went back to the stage to be replaced with another model.
Throughout the whole show, Draco's mind wandered back to that one girl…and he kept on trying to remember where he had seen her…
All
fame, like love is fleeting
When there's no hope anymore
Before he knew it, the designer had come out, and was thanking everyone for coming, and each individual model, for it had been a somewhat small, private show.
"Angelina Renalda….Beatrice Zabeeta………Hermione Granger"
Draco's heart stopped. Surely he had heard wrong. "Mother…did he just say…Hermione Granger…?" His mother was just as baffled as Draco was. "Why yes…I do believe he did…."
The models took one final strut down the catwalk, and when it was Hermione's turn, and she was ever so close to finishing, her earlier poise and strength she showed earlier shattered; her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she fell off the catwalk.
Onto Draco.
Like the poison in
her arm
Like a whisper she was gone
Like an angel...
angels fall...
Pardon me for the shortness of it, but this is my first attempt in a while, and I've no idea where to go with this next.
Go click that adorable little purple button and tell me what you think. .-