A/N: This is something that my twisted little mind came up with a few days
ago. It may be a little bit weird (and twisted), but I would still
appreciate reviews! And you have to tell me if I should leave this as a one-
shot fic, or develop it into a [short] story. It's rated R because it deals
with quite mature themes - what themes it contains, I will not tell you (I
want you to be surprised!) but be warned! Read at your own risk!
~~~~~~~~~~~Someone Else~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You look at me, sadness and hurt in your eyes.
"I'm . . . I'm breaking up with you," you say quietly, obviously feeling so very important to tell me this in such a responsible way.
So what? Why do I care? It's not like I ever loved you anyway.
You were just a convenience.
"Are you alright?" you ask softly, obviously mistaking my silence for grief.
As if. Why you assume that I would ever grieve over you, I cannot fathom. Pathetic boy.
I stay silent.
"Look, Draco, I don't mean to hurt you, but . . . this just isn't working for me anymore," you say gently, trying not to 'hurt' me anymore.
I stay silent just to make you think you're hurting me.
Did you ever actually hurt me? No. Did you want to? No. You thought I loved you, you idiot. You put your faith and trust in me. Turns out like you picked the wrong person to fall in love with.
"Draco, say something . . . please," you say.
"What do you want me to say?" I say, my voice showing no emotion.
Because I feel none right now.
Do I feel hurt that you're breaking up with me? No. Did I ever love you? Hell no. The only person I have ever loved is . . . him. And you took me away from him. I only went to Hogwarts because you were here. If you had never been born, then I would never had had to go to Hogwarts. I never would've had to leave him.
"Look, Draco, the reason I'm breaking up with you is . . . you don't love me anymore," you say.
I guess you DID realize after all.
"I tried to convince myself that it wasn't so, that it was just the Malfoy part of you playing up, but . . . now I realize that you're Malfoy all over," you say.
Well, you're right. There is no Draco in me. Draco died a long time ago. There's none of him left inside me anymore. All there is, is some twisted creation of what the one I love made me.
You look at me, and I can see the pain evident in your eyes.
"There's someone else, isn't there?" you say quietly.
Of course there is, you stupid great prat. What did you think? Did you think that you were my first? Did you think that I actually felt something towards you all those times we had sex? Did you think that YOU could change me, because YOU were so SPECIAL?
Never.
There's no part of me that you could've changed. I belong to him. I've belonged to him for a long time. Some stupid relationship won't change that. He was angry when he found out about us. Very angry. Angry that he had to share me with someone else.
Every time I went to visit him and he saw the marks you left on me, he'd hit me. Again and again and again. Crucio me. Hit me. Kick me. Then he'd fuck me. It was always hard, it was always rough. Sometimes it lasted the whole night. It was the same every time I went to see him. A pattern.
"Draco, talk to me. I KNOW there's someone else. I want to . . . I want to know who I lost you to, at least," you say.
"You never had me, Potter," I spit.
It's true, though. I only have one owner. Him. Not you, Potter. All you were to me was a convenience. And I have had many of those through the years. But you didn't want to believe it, did you? Thought that you could change my ways, tame me, keep me faithful to you?
Your own fault.
You can't change the past, Potter. You of all people should know that.
"Look, Draco . . . despite what you may think, I still love you," you say.
How much of an idiot ARE you, Potter? I KNOW that you love me. I made no move to stop it, because I thought that you'd have enough brains to go away and fuck the Weasel or the mudblood.
Turns out I underestimated your idiocy once again.
"I know," I say quietly. "You can't change me, Potter. You tried, but you couldn't. And now you have to suffer for it," I say.
"Draco . . . you never really loved me, did you?" you ask so quietly that I can barely hear you.
"No. I didn't. And I never will. I only belong to one person, Potter," I say flatly.
You look at me, tears shining in your emerald green eyes.
"Potter . . . it was always Potter. I called you by your first name, Draco, why couldn't you do the same?" you whisper, a tear dripping down your face.
Because I couldn't. You didn't deserve it. You're the one who made me go to Hogwarts, after all. If it weren't for you, I would be at home, with the one I REALLY love.
"Because you're my enemy. You always have been, and always will be," I say simply.
You swallow, desperate not to let any more tears fall in front of me. I wonder why. It's not like I care. It's not like I feel anything for you. I don't even hate you for keeping me away from him. I used to. But not anymore.
You take a deep breath.
"Tell me . . . who is it? The one that holds your heart?" you ask.
Oh come on Potter. You don't have to put it that way. You know I don't have a proper heart. My heart is made out of stone. But it only beats for him.
"You really wanna know?" I ask him.
He nods.
And, tell me, WHY should I tell you, Potter? So you can tell the mudblood and the Weasel? All the Gryffindors? The whole school? Hey, tell them. I don't care. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I love him.
I look him in the eye.
And speak the name of the one I love. The one who has hurt me too many times than I care to remember. The one that killed the Draco in me when I was six. The one that I keep running back to despite all the times that he has hurt me. The one who doesn't even need to use force anymore to get me to sleep with him. The one that brings me nothing but pain.
And I still love him. He is my everything.
I allow a manic smile to cross my face.
"Lucius Malfoy."
~~~~~~~~~~~Someone Else~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You look at me, sadness and hurt in your eyes.
"I'm . . . I'm breaking up with you," you say quietly, obviously feeling so very important to tell me this in such a responsible way.
So what? Why do I care? It's not like I ever loved you anyway.
You were just a convenience.
"Are you alright?" you ask softly, obviously mistaking my silence for grief.
As if. Why you assume that I would ever grieve over you, I cannot fathom. Pathetic boy.
I stay silent.
"Look, Draco, I don't mean to hurt you, but . . . this just isn't working for me anymore," you say gently, trying not to 'hurt' me anymore.
I stay silent just to make you think you're hurting me.
Did you ever actually hurt me? No. Did you want to? No. You thought I loved you, you idiot. You put your faith and trust in me. Turns out like you picked the wrong person to fall in love with.
"Draco, say something . . . please," you say.
"What do you want me to say?" I say, my voice showing no emotion.
Because I feel none right now.
Do I feel hurt that you're breaking up with me? No. Did I ever love you? Hell no. The only person I have ever loved is . . . him. And you took me away from him. I only went to Hogwarts because you were here. If you had never been born, then I would never had had to go to Hogwarts. I never would've had to leave him.
"Look, Draco, the reason I'm breaking up with you is . . . you don't love me anymore," you say.
I guess you DID realize after all.
"I tried to convince myself that it wasn't so, that it was just the Malfoy part of you playing up, but . . . now I realize that you're Malfoy all over," you say.
Well, you're right. There is no Draco in me. Draco died a long time ago. There's none of him left inside me anymore. All there is, is some twisted creation of what the one I love made me.
You look at me, and I can see the pain evident in your eyes.
"There's someone else, isn't there?" you say quietly.
Of course there is, you stupid great prat. What did you think? Did you think that you were my first? Did you think that I actually felt something towards you all those times we had sex? Did you think that YOU could change me, because YOU were so SPECIAL?
Never.
There's no part of me that you could've changed. I belong to him. I've belonged to him for a long time. Some stupid relationship won't change that. He was angry when he found out about us. Very angry. Angry that he had to share me with someone else.
Every time I went to visit him and he saw the marks you left on me, he'd hit me. Again and again and again. Crucio me. Hit me. Kick me. Then he'd fuck me. It was always hard, it was always rough. Sometimes it lasted the whole night. It was the same every time I went to see him. A pattern.
"Draco, talk to me. I KNOW there's someone else. I want to . . . I want to know who I lost you to, at least," you say.
"You never had me, Potter," I spit.
It's true, though. I only have one owner. Him. Not you, Potter. All you were to me was a convenience. And I have had many of those through the years. But you didn't want to believe it, did you? Thought that you could change my ways, tame me, keep me faithful to you?
Your own fault.
You can't change the past, Potter. You of all people should know that.
"Look, Draco . . . despite what you may think, I still love you," you say.
How much of an idiot ARE you, Potter? I KNOW that you love me. I made no move to stop it, because I thought that you'd have enough brains to go away and fuck the Weasel or the mudblood.
Turns out I underestimated your idiocy once again.
"I know," I say quietly. "You can't change me, Potter. You tried, but you couldn't. And now you have to suffer for it," I say.
"Draco . . . you never really loved me, did you?" you ask so quietly that I can barely hear you.
"No. I didn't. And I never will. I only belong to one person, Potter," I say flatly.
You look at me, tears shining in your emerald green eyes.
"Potter . . . it was always Potter. I called you by your first name, Draco, why couldn't you do the same?" you whisper, a tear dripping down your face.
Because I couldn't. You didn't deserve it. You're the one who made me go to Hogwarts, after all. If it weren't for you, I would be at home, with the one I REALLY love.
"Because you're my enemy. You always have been, and always will be," I say simply.
You swallow, desperate not to let any more tears fall in front of me. I wonder why. It's not like I care. It's not like I feel anything for you. I don't even hate you for keeping me away from him. I used to. But not anymore.
You take a deep breath.
"Tell me . . . who is it? The one that holds your heart?" you ask.
Oh come on Potter. You don't have to put it that way. You know I don't have a proper heart. My heart is made out of stone. But it only beats for him.
"You really wanna know?" I ask him.
He nods.
And, tell me, WHY should I tell you, Potter? So you can tell the mudblood and the Weasel? All the Gryffindors? The whole school? Hey, tell them. I don't care. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I love him.
I look him in the eye.
And speak the name of the one I love. The one who has hurt me too many times than I care to remember. The one that killed the Draco in me when I was six. The one that I keep running back to despite all the times that he has hurt me. The one who doesn't even need to use force anymore to get me to sleep with him. The one that brings me nothing but pain.
And I still love him. He is my everything.
I allow a manic smile to cross my face.
"Lucius Malfoy."