I'm trying to get over writer's block and procrastinate on my Spanish, Psychology, and Literature and Composition assessments, all due tomorrow. I found that songfics are a very good way to do this, so I present I Hate Everything About You, a DracoXPansy fic. From my stories Face Down and Beautiful Disaster, you may have noticed that I enjoy writing Pansy as a funny person who can actually be nice, but in here, she's evil. So there.
I don't own Harry Potter or the song I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace.
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I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
why do you love me?
I Hate Everything About You-Three Days Grace
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Draco POV
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I laid in the dark, uncomfortable silence that always came after Pansy and I fulfilled our greed. The people in the rooms around us had finally stopped banging on the walls. They would just have to deal with it until their manor was built. That was just how this arranged marriage would have to work.
As I laid there, realising that Pansy had fallen asleep and that I was the one torutured with late-night thoughts, I did just that-thought. They were terrible, evil thoughts about the girl I told myself I loved.
It hit me like a killing curse. I hated every last little piece of Pansy. Her pug nose, her squinty eyes (how had Witch's Weekly called her a beautiful bride?), her squeaky voice, the way she walked, the way she talked, her world views. I hated all of it. There was nothing I liked about her.
Then what did I love about her?
There was nothing about her to keep me there. I could just run away. I couldn't find a single excuse-money meant nothing to me. I hated my father. My mother had gone, I couldn't stay for her. My morals were the things currently telling me to leave.
The only thing could be my love for the girl. I edged away from her sleeping form.
And she loved me. She'd told me. She'd gone ahead with the marriage as well. She hadn't left yet. She must have loved me.
I wanted to tear at my hair. Why did I love her if I could hardly stand to be in the room with her? It was an unhealthy love! I should just leave. There was no reason to stay. I hated her. I hated everything about her.
But I loved her.
I didn't care, though. I was wasting my life with someone I couldn't stand. I threw off the sheets and pulled on my pants. I shoved several things into a bag-clean shirt and pants, a few coins from the dresser, other necessities.
"Draco?" Pansy said, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
I barely glanced at her as I pulled on a hoodie, the bag going on my back. She sat up fully, shocked to see me dressed as I was.
"Draco, where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving you," I said, searching all over for my wand.
"What?" Her jaw dropped, shocked. I was just as shocked as she was over what I was doing.
"I'm leaving," I said, looking under the coffee table. "Pansy, I hate you."
She looked offended, but before she could throw anything at me (like the lamp right beside her) I stopped her with, "And you hate me, too!"
She didn't say anything, which made me know I was right. I picked up my wand from under the bed and knelt down next to her.
"Pansy, I'm sorry." I wasn't. "You know I love you, but it's not enough. I only love you because I care enough to hate you."
She tried to look indifferent. "I don't understand."
I stood up. "I didn't expect you to. I'm leaving, Pansy. It's not worth it to waste my life here."
I turned and walked out the door.
Because I hated everything about her, and I knew she hated everything about me, and it just had to be this way. Arranged marriage or not, I wasn't wasting my life with a girl I couldn't stand.
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Short! But there's really not much to the song. I just kind of wanted to write a songfic for the song, and this is what came out.
Also, I don't care what you think the song is about, because this is just how I interpretted it. Haha! No, actually, I do care. Feel free to tell me. If you're good enough in convincing me, I might even change some of this.
