A/N: I've been itching to get this up for a while now. I know it'll never be as utterly amazing as it was in my head but I believe I captured the essence of it. Don't skip because of the pairing, please.
Written using three challenges; U2 challenge by Bad Mum, The 'odd pairings' challenge by FlitterFlutterFly, and the 'I'd never write a story like that' challenge by silverbirch . All on HPFC forums. My song for the U2 challenge was City of Blinding Lights, which has had 80 plays on my iPod since I took the challenge in early July. Quotes from the song are in italics.
Thanks to my beta mad-maddiy. You're the bestest! :) And to xoxcresentmoonxox who caught an error my beta and I didn't.
Draco didn't know anything. He didn't know what was wrong and what was right anymore, or at least he didn't want to admit he did because how could his family be so wrong? Killing was wrong. So why did they do it? Why did he almost do it? Why wasn't everything as simple as it used to be? Because he knew. He wished he didn't know. Ignorance was bliss.
Draco looked up at the dark, clear sky. He trained his eyes to look at one star, and stared at it for a long time, until through the corner of his eye he saw a great, green figure immerging from the darkness. The Dark Mark. He knew this was his family's way of calling him. He knew that they might've even killed an innocent person to put the Mark in the sky. His Mark. Their Mark. The one they shared on their forearms. They were calling him because he was a Death Eater…because he was like them, now.
He didn't want to go. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Not now. He fingered the locket he'd meant to give Luna Lovegood for her birthday. Luna. God, he missed her. He knew she was on holiday with her father in Paris. Perhaps he could go there. Yes. He should go there. He got on his broomstick and rose into the dark night.
Draco landed. He didn't see her. Of coarse he didn't see her. Paris was a big city, after all. But he was sure she looked beautiful tonight. In the city of blinding lights.
Don't look before you laugh.
Look ugly in a photograph.
Flash bulbs, purple irises
The camera can't see.
I've seen you walk unafraid.
I've seen you in the clothes you made.
Can you see the beauty inside of me?
What happened to the beauty inside of me?
Draco didn't find her. He shouldn't have expected to. But he missed her. He mounted his broom, ready to take off. He was sure, though; wherever she was she looked beautiful tonight. In the city of blinding lights.
He had to go home now and face them. Face what he was. He had to ignore it. He couldn't think about killing or hurting. You just had to do and not feel. He prayed he would have the strength. He laughed at himself. Praying to steal lives. Some prayed. Others stole. Draco did both. Or, neither he supposed. He hadn't killed…yet. And, he reasoned, he didn't pray for the right things.
Blessings are not just for the ones who kneel…luckily.
A/N: So...I'm kind of nervous about if you guys will like this. The quotes in the middle were so perfect in the song I couldn't change them. I encourage you to listen to the song 'City of Blinding Lights' with this in mind. Hopefully then you can understand exactly what was in my head.