?A/N Songfic based on Alicia Keys
pIt was late by the time Draco Malfoy went to bed that night.
His mother had thrown a surprise going away party for his sixth year
of school, and relatives had talked far into the night. Not about
Draco, of course, no one talked about the arrogant, youngest child.
Instead, they discussed his cousins, this one was head boy at his
school, that one tortured a muggle. When Draco was mentioned, it was
with wonder that anyone would send their child to a school with a mud
blood lover as Headmaster. But his mother would smile defensively and
the topic would quickly change.
pFinally, the last aunt had straggled out the door, a bit tipsy,
if someone so dignified as her could drink too much. Their new house
elf, Grinda or something like that, was cleaning up, putting away the
decorations and gathering the food and wine that had not been eaten.
p"Good night, Draco," his mother said. Her pale hair mingled
with his as she kissed his forehead. It was so demeaning, the way she
treated him like a little boy.
pDraco's father did not even look up. He had become a broken man
since Voldemort's defeat, often spending many hours just staring into
the fire, not saying anything. Not even blinking. Draco knew his
father would get better, he had been like this for five years after
pVoldemort's first defeat, but it was hard to feel so self assured
when his father would not even rise to go to bed.
Now that Draco was alone again, tucked deep into his wide bed in
his large, cold room, he could feel tomorrow much closer. He was alone
now, just him and his thoughts of his love. His hidden love. The love
with the obsidian hair. The love who he hated. Draco's cold heart
close again as he pushed his thoughts away. No, he had no love. He
hated emerald eyes. He hated pearl smiles. i(Uh) Sexy thing,
I can't do anything, cuz constantly,/i
Draco smiled remembering all the times he had tortured his love to
bring him closer.
i(Constantly)
I'm think of how to get you next to me.
(Next to me)
Maybe it's their playing your mentality./i
Hanging out with Mudblood Granger and Weasel is hindering your view of
me.
i(Ohh)
Ooh... Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(By ya dah)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Mmm I can't explain)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Why I feel this way)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(I don't know, loving you) Sexy thing, (yeah, yeah)i
Draco drifted off to sleep thinking of his "sexy thang."
pIt was late by the time Draco Malfoy went to bed that night.
His mother had thrown a surprise going away party for his sixth year
of school, and relatives had talked far into the night. Not about
Draco, of course, no one talked about the arrogant, youngest child.
Instead, they discussed his cousins, this one was head boy at his
school, that one tortured a muggle. When Draco was mentioned, it was
with wonder that anyone would send their child to a school with a mud
blood lover as Headmaster. But his mother would smile defensively and
the topic would quickly change.
pFinally, the last aunt had straggled out the door, a bit tipsy,
if someone so dignified as her could drink too much. Their new house
elf, Grinda or something like that, was cleaning up, putting away the
decorations and gathering the food and wine that had not been eaten.
p"Good night, Draco," his mother said. Her pale hair mingled
with his as she kissed his forehead. It was so demeaning, the way she
treated him like a little boy.
pDraco's father did not even look up. He had become a broken man
since Voldemort's defeat, often spending many hours just staring into
the fire, not saying anything. Not even blinking. Draco knew his
father would get better, he had been like this for five years after
pVoldemort's first defeat, but it was hard to feel so self assured
when his father would not even rise to go to bed.
Now that Draco was alone again, tucked deep into his wide bed in
his large, cold room, he could feel tomorrow much closer. He was alone
now, just him and his thoughts of his love. His hidden love. The love
with the obsidian hair. The love who he hated. Draco's cold heart
close again as he pushed his thoughts away. No, he had no love. He
hated emerald eyes. He hated pearl smiles. i(Uh) Sexy thing,
I can't do anything, cuz constantly,/i
Draco smiled remembering all the times he had tortured his love to
bring him closer.
i(Constantly)
I'm think of how to get you next to me.
(Next to me)
Maybe it's their playing your mentality./i
Hanging out with Mudblood Granger and Weasel is hindering your view of
me.
i(Ohh)
Ooh... Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(By ya dah)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Mmm I can't explain)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Why I feel this way)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(I don't know, loving you) Sexy thing, (yeah, yeah)i
Draco drifted off to sleep thinking of his "sexy thang."
