Disclaimer: disturbing fic. Slash. Possible violence and other disturbing things in future chapters. Don't start unless you want to read such things.
A/N: Mmm. Pass the Harry/Draco goodness. *takes a big spoonful and puts it on her plate* Luckily, I've discovered that although I still cannot get Microsoft Word to work. . . Notepad DOES work! In other words, I can start new fics but not continue old ones. *sigh* So here ya go. *points up at disclaimer* Read, comprehend, and follow.
I watched him this entire past year.
I watched as he changed. I watched his relationship with Ron and Hermione deteriorate. None of them realized it. The little spats and fights; the look in his eyes.
I watched him grow into himself while he was falling to pieces.
I watched as his smile went cold and his eyes barred himself from intruders. As his face tightened ever so imperceptibly.
I watched as he struck up a friendship with Snape. Severus Snape, of all people. I don't know how he did it, to tell the truth. I watched as he threw himself into his Potions work, and the way Snape no longer picked on him in the old fashion.
I watched. Silently, behind my sneer, I watched him. Grow and twist and bend. I saw the way it filled up inside him: anger at the ones he loved, the ones who had somehow betrayed him; the desire to belong; the need to destroy and start over. Although no one else knew, I - his worst enemy - I did. I knew the breaking point would be soon.
What I did not expect was exactly what turns his - and my - story would take.
I was sitting at home in my room, contemplating the wall. I do this often; walls fascinate me for some reason. So cold and impersonal, dividing life into compartments to be controlled and contained.
I have much experience with walls. . . particularly the internal kind.
Anyways, enough of that. It was about a third of the way through the summer. I sat in my room, the breeze from the open window nice and cool in the evening heat. There was nothing for once: nothing to do, no emotion to tend to, no self to control.
Then, of course, I heard the owl.
I turned to glare at it, but I think my jaw dropped instead. Potter's owl, preening on my windowsill. I took the letter and read.
Malfoy-
Some interesting things have come up. You may have another sixth-year Slytherin. Be forwarned that this year. . . this year will be different.
-Potter
This, I did not expect. It was obvious to me, after last year, that this new Slytherin was himself. Who else would he be talking about? And why was he warning me - me of all people? Why owl me?
Potter?
Slytherin?
My, he *had* changed. How he would get into Slytherin, I didn't know. A resorting was the only way I could think of. But everything that happened, since the very first time I had met the boy, pointed to Gryffindor.
Well, except for all of last year. And now.
Maybe Voldemort's blow gave him more than the gift of Parseltongue.
Or, maybe, just maybe, it was inside him all along.
*tbc*
A/N: Review, or I'll kidnap Draco and no one will ever see him again! Well, I might do that anyways. . . *cough* But Draco likes reviews. Give the boy a few.
A/N: Mmm. Pass the Harry/Draco goodness. *takes a big spoonful and puts it on her plate* Luckily, I've discovered that although I still cannot get Microsoft Word to work. . . Notepad DOES work! In other words, I can start new fics but not continue old ones. *sigh* So here ya go. *points up at disclaimer* Read, comprehend, and follow.
I watched him this entire past year.
I watched as he changed. I watched his relationship with Ron and Hermione deteriorate. None of them realized it. The little spats and fights; the look in his eyes.
I watched him grow into himself while he was falling to pieces.
I watched as his smile went cold and his eyes barred himself from intruders. As his face tightened ever so imperceptibly.
I watched as he struck up a friendship with Snape. Severus Snape, of all people. I don't know how he did it, to tell the truth. I watched as he threw himself into his Potions work, and the way Snape no longer picked on him in the old fashion.
I watched. Silently, behind my sneer, I watched him. Grow and twist and bend. I saw the way it filled up inside him: anger at the ones he loved, the ones who had somehow betrayed him; the desire to belong; the need to destroy and start over. Although no one else knew, I - his worst enemy - I did. I knew the breaking point would be soon.
What I did not expect was exactly what turns his - and my - story would take.
I was sitting at home in my room, contemplating the wall. I do this often; walls fascinate me for some reason. So cold and impersonal, dividing life into compartments to be controlled and contained.
I have much experience with walls. . . particularly the internal kind.
Anyways, enough of that. It was about a third of the way through the summer. I sat in my room, the breeze from the open window nice and cool in the evening heat. There was nothing for once: nothing to do, no emotion to tend to, no self to control.
Then, of course, I heard the owl.
I turned to glare at it, but I think my jaw dropped instead. Potter's owl, preening on my windowsill. I took the letter and read.
Malfoy-
Some interesting things have come up. You may have another sixth-year Slytherin. Be forwarned that this year. . . this year will be different.
-Potter
This, I did not expect. It was obvious to me, after last year, that this new Slytherin was himself. Who else would he be talking about? And why was he warning me - me of all people? Why owl me?
Potter?
Slytherin?
My, he *had* changed. How he would get into Slytherin, I didn't know. A resorting was the only way I could think of. But everything that happened, since the very first time I had met the boy, pointed to Gryffindor.
Well, except for all of last year. And now.
Maybe Voldemort's blow gave him more than the gift of Parseltongue.
Or, maybe, just maybe, it was inside him all along.
*tbc*
A/N: Review, or I'll kidnap Draco and no one will ever see him again! Well, I might do that anyways. . . *cough* But Draco likes reviews. Give the boy a few.