In a Coffee Shoppe -
The sky was as dark as it could have possibly been without the world reaching its end and the heavens threatened to open up with a torrential rainfall that was close to the cataclysmic happenings of the Great Flood. Everyone, magical and non-magical alike, was forced to stay indoors, for the lightning that was streaking across the sky was powerful enough to disturb even the most powerful spells.
Inside of the small town being pummeled by the horrid rain was a small coffee shop, scarcely big enough for twenty people to fit in at one time, and there were three or four people that had been stuck in the building for two or three hours now, sitting, staring out the window and occasionally asking the owner of the coffee shop to make them another brew or perhaps add another bit of topping to their cup.
In one corner, however, there sat a full cup of coffee, long gone cold, that hadn't moved from its place since it had been sat down after being purchased originally. Behind the cup of coffee sat a figure that hadn't moved since they had sat down with their cup of coffee almost three hours ago.
A sixteen-year-old young man sat, a sheet of silvery blonde hair hanging down onto his face, slightly masking the look upon his face, which could not be accurately described with one word. A mixture of contempt, worry, hatred and scorn had found its way onto his face, and was showing no sigh of leaving.
Life had born down hard on the young life sitting here, changing the innocence he should have had for years longer and turning it to bitter feelings - hatred, anger, love, lust, revenge - all emotions, feelings, pains that could prove to bring him to the highest possible elevation, or send him careening to the pits of hell.
He leaned back against his chair and sighed, letting his mind wander as it saw fit. After all, it had been a long time since he had felt like he was in control of his life. In fact, he really couldn't remember a time in his life when he had had control of his life. And he was going to change that.
So much had changed in the last year. He had broken nearly every rule that had been set down for him since child hood, but he no longer cared about pitiful childhood rules because he wasn't the same person as that child had been and he didn't want to be the same person that he had been.
Draco Malfoy was ready to be someone else. He wasn't exactly sure who or what that someone else was, but he knew that it would be different. Never again would be listen to his bloody father. In fact, he didn't even know what had become of his father, if he was being perfectly honest. Nor did he care.
He wasn't completely sure what to think of most of the things in his life. Take his girlfriend - at least that was what he thought she was, but he wasn't sure - Hermione Granger. Two years ago he would have rather hacked his own arm off than be caught dead in the same room as her, but something had changed, and now he was not only in the same room as her, but kissing her. Think of that, a pureblood and a mudblood, kissing. His ancestors would roll over in their graves if they only knew.
Draco sighed, knowing that there wasn't much he could do in that aspect of his life. It was almost as if he lost complete control over himself when he was with her. He felt like a total pansy around her, an pansy even worse than Potty or Weasel.
Draco sniggered to himself. He could only imagine the lecture that Hermione would give him if she knew that was what he was thinking. Somehow it was all right for her to detest them but he had to kiss their shoes and love them like everyone else did. He wouldn't ever completely understand Hermione. Perhaps he should give up trying.
Draco raised his cup to his lips and took a drink, nearly gagging on the long cold liquid. He waved the man over to his table and ordered a new drink, one that wouldn't kill him.
Inhaling deeply and allowing himself to relax, Draco continued his contemplation of how much his life had changed.
* * *
This is a rare look into the thoughts and feelings of Draco Malfoy. I know some of you had expressed wishes that I would include his thoughts, and while I will not include them every chapter, you may get one or two more of these looks into his feelings at odd intervals in the story.
What did you think? I had some time to write, so I figured now would be a good time.
I will try to keep all complaints, compliments, comments and advice in mind and stay true to my writing. I am aware that I made CAPITALS way too MUCH and I am SORRY. I'll try to keep that to a minimum from now on.
Anything else you want to see, I'd be glad to hear about, but there are no guarantees that I can comply.
Happy Holidays, by the way!
--Saquoia--
The sky was as dark as it could have possibly been without the world reaching its end and the heavens threatened to open up with a torrential rainfall that was close to the cataclysmic happenings of the Great Flood. Everyone, magical and non-magical alike, was forced to stay indoors, for the lightning that was streaking across the sky was powerful enough to disturb even the most powerful spells.
Inside of the small town being pummeled by the horrid rain was a small coffee shop, scarcely big enough for twenty people to fit in at one time, and there were three or four people that had been stuck in the building for two or three hours now, sitting, staring out the window and occasionally asking the owner of the coffee shop to make them another brew or perhaps add another bit of topping to their cup.
In one corner, however, there sat a full cup of coffee, long gone cold, that hadn't moved from its place since it had been sat down after being purchased originally. Behind the cup of coffee sat a figure that hadn't moved since they had sat down with their cup of coffee almost three hours ago.
A sixteen-year-old young man sat, a sheet of silvery blonde hair hanging down onto his face, slightly masking the look upon his face, which could not be accurately described with one word. A mixture of contempt, worry, hatred and scorn had found its way onto his face, and was showing no sigh of leaving.
Life had born down hard on the young life sitting here, changing the innocence he should have had for years longer and turning it to bitter feelings - hatred, anger, love, lust, revenge - all emotions, feelings, pains that could prove to bring him to the highest possible elevation, or send him careening to the pits of hell.
He leaned back against his chair and sighed, letting his mind wander as it saw fit. After all, it had been a long time since he had felt like he was in control of his life. In fact, he really couldn't remember a time in his life when he had had control of his life. And he was going to change that.
So much had changed in the last year. He had broken nearly every rule that had been set down for him since child hood, but he no longer cared about pitiful childhood rules because he wasn't the same person as that child had been and he didn't want to be the same person that he had been.
Draco Malfoy was ready to be someone else. He wasn't exactly sure who or what that someone else was, but he knew that it would be different. Never again would be listen to his bloody father. In fact, he didn't even know what had become of his father, if he was being perfectly honest. Nor did he care.
He wasn't completely sure what to think of most of the things in his life. Take his girlfriend - at least that was what he thought she was, but he wasn't sure - Hermione Granger. Two years ago he would have rather hacked his own arm off than be caught dead in the same room as her, but something had changed, and now he was not only in the same room as her, but kissing her. Think of that, a pureblood and a mudblood, kissing. His ancestors would roll over in their graves if they only knew.
Draco sighed, knowing that there wasn't much he could do in that aspect of his life. It was almost as if he lost complete control over himself when he was with her. He felt like a total pansy around her, an pansy even worse than Potty or Weasel.
Draco sniggered to himself. He could only imagine the lecture that Hermione would give him if she knew that was what he was thinking. Somehow it was all right for her to detest them but he had to kiss their shoes and love them like everyone else did. He wouldn't ever completely understand Hermione. Perhaps he should give up trying.
Draco raised his cup to his lips and took a drink, nearly gagging on the long cold liquid. He waved the man over to his table and ordered a new drink, one that wouldn't kill him.
Inhaling deeply and allowing himself to relax, Draco continued his contemplation of how much his life had changed.
* * *
This is a rare look into the thoughts and feelings of Draco Malfoy. I know some of you had expressed wishes that I would include his thoughts, and while I will not include them every chapter, you may get one or two more of these looks into his feelings at odd intervals in the story.
What did you think? I had some time to write, so I figured now would be a good time.
I will try to keep all complaints, compliments, comments and advice in mind and stay true to my writing. I am aware that I made CAPITALS way too MUCH and I am SORRY. I'll try to keep that to a minimum from now on.
Anything else you want to see, I'd be glad to hear about, but there are no guarantees that I can comply.
Happy Holidays, by the way!
--Saquoia--