Disclaimer: Do you think I'd actually be writing fanfiction if I was a member of Queen or J.K. Rowling? Didn't think so.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Draco didn't know why he had chosen this life. He tried to deny it. But this life is tattooed to his arm. There is no escaping. He had seen the kiss upon his father, what was left of his father's soul slowly draining. He was next. Those three words ran though his head over and over again.
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
He had only briefly thought about his mother, she was distraught, her husband was executed and her son was next. She had tried so hard to protect him, but now it was too late. He was only eighteen, he deserved to live just a while longer, but no, he had to go and ruin it all. He hoped his mother moves on.
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Draco felt chains around his wrist, he didn't care, that was normal. He had felt chains around his wrist for months. He saw the glare of the public that had come to see his defeat, he saw the Weasleys and the little mudblood Granger... Potter wasn't there. A tiny bit of the Malfoy pride returned. He had learned that cowards need every little last bit of pride. Draco Malfoy wished he'd never been born at all, he had disgraced the Malfoy name. But still Draco dies for it. Draco doesn't want to die.
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
Draco was a shadow of the man he once was. No longer was he the cleanly shaven, slicked hair, fool with an ego to match. He remembered a time when he was the Slytherin Prince, above the rest of them. He was the boy who was ready to bring pride to his family name. He supposed he had for awhile. Then the mudblood started getting better grades and Potter was put on the qudditch team. He had tried so hard to be better, but he couldn't. And now he was scared of death.
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
Draco couldn't deserve this, not at all. But Draco had lost hope. Then Draco heard the doors of the court room open and Harry Potter floated in. "Please", he heard Harry beg, "Spare him. He saved my life, his mother saved my life, spare him". But the ministry refused to let him go. Harry and the ministry argued for what seemed like an hour, but was actually just a few minutes. Harry lost the argument. Draco lost hope.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
That was enough for Draco, he may have been a death eater, who killed a man, but he still had pride. Draco Malfoy was not going to out without a fight. He ranted for one minute and thirty-seven seconds, about everything. This was all his father's fault, if his father had just accepted him as who he was, he might have not had to become a death eater, things would have been different.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
After that rant Draco learned a few things, he didn't care anymore and Harry was a decent person, if only he had been a little more like Harry. More accepting, less judgmental, and more hero till the day I die. But Draco was Draco, and will always be remembered as Draco. Draco's last words were "Thank you Harry".
Anyway the wind blows...
And Draco was no more.
A/N: Draco is one of my favorite Harry Potter characters ever, but I just couldn't resist this. I am a huge fan of Queen and for those of you who don't know, the song was Bohemian Rhapsody.