Title: Through Dolls Eyes
Warning: Slash. If you don't like it leave.
Legal Crap: *looks down at herself* Nope Not her…
Updates: I'm sooooooooooo sorry! I didn't mean for this to take so long to write. I had a Writers Block and then I had school to work out and prom and…and…*dies* But don't worry I'm working really hard to write the next chapter! It should take as long as this one did.
AN: I don't really like how this chapter came out but…it's an update and you may like it. (I almost put down lick it. That would be a bit odd.)
Sara: I do so hope you can finish this story…
J: Shut it, Sara!
Sara: well Sorry for hoping. Jeez.
J: *sighs*
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When I woke I found myself still in the arms of Draco Malfoy. He was still asleep but I was wide-awake thinking of the countless numbers of thoughts running though my head. I feel very sorry for real dolls that have to do this 24/7 for I could never do this. You can't move on your own. You are squished to death in your sleep. And you can talk back for good or bad. How much longer is this going to last? 2 more days? Can I last that long? Probably not.
At this very moment I don't understand my feeling or his. For one, why does he tell me this thing but still call me a prat? I don't understand that part. Two, why does he 'love' me but hate me at the same time? Wait…that's the same things a question one…sort of…so scratch that. Ok then two, why do I have this strange feeling that I like Malfoy back? I don't like that feeling much. But it's there I won't deny that. (For I have the past year now. Yes that's right. It's been there.) I know I've had an attraction to men for a while now. But I still fancy women as well. So I'm the weird in between one. A bisexual. But not in my wildest dreams I thought the one male I would be attracted to is Malfoy or he, himself would be attracted to me. Ok, I lie. I have but never thought it would be true.
Anyways where were we? Ah yes. Three, What will happen to me when I'm back to my true form? Will I still be with Malfoy…I mean by will it shock him to see me on his bed in the middle of the night telling him that I know his feeling for me? Or will find my way back to Ron or Hermione? And if so…what will happen from then? Will I tell Dra-Malfoy what I feel and think? Or just ignore him the rest or our Seven-year? I doubt I'll be able to but he might.
I heard Malfoy take a deep breath and felt him move around under the blankets. He's awake. He mutter a few word under his breath which I didn't catch. He was the first to wake in the dorm beside me that is. He sat up looking down at me. "Well seem to me you lasted the night with me. Anything that's in my bed is usual kicked right off the bed. Human or doll." He told me with a slight smirk on his face. And being squished is just as fun? He did catch that look and moved off the bed to change. I blushed slightly when I released he was changing. I slightly turned my head to my surprise. I could turn my head? Maybe the poison only works for 2 day. Then that means tomorrow it will be gone completely…if so I need to find Ron and Hermione and soon.
With all my thoughts I hadn't noticed that he had fully changed. Well not till he picked me up and put in to his robes inner pocket. But not to deep in the pocket for I could see out just a bit. I could see very little like a glimpse of someone's head and a few paintings that hung on the wall. But just enough to see if could spot Ron or Hermione. And hope to god that they could see me too. I heard voices growing louder. We must be going to the Dinning hall. It was as loud as it usual is. We must be early.
I got a glimpse of the Gryffindor table but couldn't see well enough to see if Ron or Hermione was there. When Malfoy sat down I heard him talking to someone. I wasn't truly playing attention because I knew it had to be Pansy asking Draco if he would sit next to her. And of course Malfoy moved to the other side of the table to where Crabbe and Goyle sat. After a long while, Malfoy stood and started to walk again then stop. I could see…Yes! "Granger, Weasely. And where is Potter? It's like the lot of you are joined at the hip. Can't see one with out the others." He asked with sarcasm in his voice. I'm here you! I started to wiggle in his pocket but was stopped by a hand. Malfoy's no doubt.
"He's…sick today. So please be a good boy and go back to your table or do you need one of your ushers to carry you?" I heard Ron grumbled. Must have been up all night looking for me. Well I feel bad for thinking of the possible ways I could curse them. I felt Malfoy's muscles tighten up and I could just see his face brighten with anger. And instead of making this a bigger issue that it is. He turned and stormed off. Damn it! There when my chance! Well not exactly, but still so close and yet so far. I sure as hell don't want to change back on Malfoys bed. I would like to be in mine, thank you very much. And with Malfoy in it? Argh! Shut up brain!
And with that thought I was in Malfoys hands. What? Where am I? I looked around to find it's a very dark room. I could make out stacks of books in the corner, a couch some over stuffed chairs and all seem to have a layer or two of dust on them. How far are we from the dinning hall? And who long have I been lost in my head? So confusing.
He looked down at me. "So your sick today. Hm, Strange." He paused as he walked over to a chair and sat down in it. After a few minutes had ticked away he spook again. "Maybe I'll skip my first class. I don't feel like sitting in a room full of Hufflepuff." He told me. Great. Why don't you fall asleep and I can see if I wiggle my way away from you and into the hands of Ron and Hermione? He sat down in the armchairs getting comfortable.
"You know what Potter?" he asked me but not bothering to look at me. "I really don't like being a Malfoy. With a father like me I'd doubt you would like to be me either." I raised an eyebrow. Why is he really confessing to a doll? Does he do this on a regular basis? Or…Nah. He couldn't know that this is me. The real Harry Potter…right? I looked up at him wondering. And was really waiting for him to look down at me and say 'Yes Potter, I know that's you. And I've been messing with your mind this whole time.' But he didn't. Damn him.
"I understand you, you know that right? I know you don't want to be this great idle that everyone seem to worship. The Boy Who Lived. You have to live up to your name or the wizard world would be in chaos. You have to be what everyone wants to be. You have to be strong. You have to be great at everything you do. You have to be something great whether you want to or not…" I gaped at him. Then why the hell you make it worse? If I had a mouth I would make good use of it about now.
He finally looked down at me. I was taken back. My god! Draco is cry! He's crying! He didn't say much after this. He just cried and I had no clue as to why. I would have asked him but…you know the reason. After a while his grip loosened on me and his sobs seem to subside. "But you know, I can never love, like or even been friends with you. Just because the fact that you're The Boy That Lived." He whispered. I'm still getting over the fact that you just cried…so please. Tell me this later.
He stroked my cheek with his thumb. I blushed by this motion. "That's why I can't tell the real one what I'm telling you now. I probably shouldn't even tell you this. Even if you are a doll." I would have laughed at this. Sorry Hun! You just did! "The Malfoy's name would be rubbed in the dirt not like it hasn't already." I stared at him funny. Your name would be rubbed in the dirt? Right and I am Hermione Granger. He seemed to catch that look and smiled slightly. "You're right. It wouldn't but it would to my father. Very much so. I'm the Heir, the further Death Eater…" He stopped. Wait! You're not a Death Eater already? But…you…I thought…what? Ok I'm WAY to confused. Explain yourself!
He started down at me. "No, I'm not a Death Eater. I never want to be one. I'm not that stupid." He paused. "Even if I do act it. But that all it really is...an Act…for father. Nothing more, nothing less." He told me. He leaned back in the chair hold me up to study. I started back. So, Dra-Malfoy…You love me but you can't because your Father and your families name. You don't want to be a Death Eater but because your father your going to have to shut up and deal with it. Your whole life at Hogwarts was a lie. Well don't we have a Romeo and Juliet problem…sorta.
After a long while of silence I could feel my self grow a headache. So many questions and so little answer I can get at this moment. DAMN IT ALL. I looked back at Malfoy to find that he's slowly differing into slumber. Great…now how to move without wake him…Or moving without legs…Hmm…this is going to be hard.
Very Hard.
It seemed like forever before I heard something move beside Malfoy breathing and slight movements in his sleep. And when I turned to see what it was. I find a Hermione Granger peeping though the doorway. YES! I could have jumped up at kissed her at that very moment. But didn't for 2 reasons. One: It could wake up Malfoy. And Two: I can't…literally. She spotted me put a finger to her lips as if saying to stay quiet and don't move.
She slowly creped up to Malfoy trying to make her steppes as soundless as possibly. As she neared she gave me a slight smile before trying to take me out of Malfoys grasp. I was about to be pulled from his hand when all of a sudden he turn to his side and pulled me with him in to a tighter hold. Wonderful. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Hermione looking at her as if saying 'now what?'. She bit her lip and looked around the room to see what could help her. Finding nothing she stopped and had the 'don't bother me I'm thinking' look.
Her face light up and she pulled out her wand and whispered a charm. It was a summoning charm! And like I went from Malfoys hands to Hermiones hands. We quickly left the room and down the hall into an empty classroom. " I knew that was you! When I saw Malfoy come over I saw something wiggle in his Robes pocket and I got a glance of you right before he put his hand over you!" She told me as she set me on one of the desk. "Oh Harry! We were so worried! When we came back you were gone!" Ok…this is nice. But claim down and change me back! PLEASE. I gave her a begging look. "Oh! Right! Sorry almost forgot." She said as she pulled a small bottle out of her robes.
"Most poisons must be consumed…like to eat or drink it. But in your case…you have no mouth to drink this poison so it was made to be dried, crushed as sprinkled over your head…reminds me of something from Peter Pan. Like Pixie dust…" She paused for a moment then shook her thoughts away. "But anyways, your lucky I did this all last night while Ron when looking for you or you would have to be a doll for the next 4 hours!" She told me as she sprinkled whatever the hell it was on my head.
My doll like body felt very numb with pain and then everything when black.
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AN: I really shouldn't leave it at a cliffhanger like that because my updated takes MONTHS. Again, I'm sorry for not updating sooner. Just life is being a big pain in the arse. Well I'll work harder to post then next chapter.
Warning: Slash. If you don't like it leave.
Legal Crap: *looks down at herself* Nope Not her…
Updates: I'm sooooooooooo sorry! I didn't mean for this to take so long to write. I had a Writers Block and then I had school to work out and prom and…and…*dies* But don't worry I'm working really hard to write the next chapter! It should take as long as this one did.
AN: I don't really like how this chapter came out but…it's an update and you may like it. (I almost put down lick it. That would be a bit odd.)
Sara: I do so hope you can finish this story…
J: Shut it, Sara!
Sara: well Sorry for hoping. Jeez.
J: *sighs*
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When I woke I found myself still in the arms of Draco Malfoy. He was still asleep but I was wide-awake thinking of the countless numbers of thoughts running though my head. I feel very sorry for real dolls that have to do this 24/7 for I could never do this. You can't move on your own. You are squished to death in your sleep. And you can talk back for good or bad. How much longer is this going to last? 2 more days? Can I last that long? Probably not.
At this very moment I don't understand my feeling or his. For one, why does he tell me this thing but still call me a prat? I don't understand that part. Two, why does he 'love' me but hate me at the same time? Wait…that's the same things a question one…sort of…so scratch that. Ok then two, why do I have this strange feeling that I like Malfoy back? I don't like that feeling much. But it's there I won't deny that. (For I have the past year now. Yes that's right. It's been there.) I know I've had an attraction to men for a while now. But I still fancy women as well. So I'm the weird in between one. A bisexual. But not in my wildest dreams I thought the one male I would be attracted to is Malfoy or he, himself would be attracted to me. Ok, I lie. I have but never thought it would be true.
Anyways where were we? Ah yes. Three, What will happen to me when I'm back to my true form? Will I still be with Malfoy…I mean by will it shock him to see me on his bed in the middle of the night telling him that I know his feeling for me? Or will find my way back to Ron or Hermione? And if so…what will happen from then? Will I tell Dra-Malfoy what I feel and think? Or just ignore him the rest or our Seven-year? I doubt I'll be able to but he might.
I heard Malfoy take a deep breath and felt him move around under the blankets. He's awake. He mutter a few word under his breath which I didn't catch. He was the first to wake in the dorm beside me that is. He sat up looking down at me. "Well seem to me you lasted the night with me. Anything that's in my bed is usual kicked right off the bed. Human or doll." He told me with a slight smirk on his face. And being squished is just as fun? He did catch that look and moved off the bed to change. I blushed slightly when I released he was changing. I slightly turned my head to my surprise. I could turn my head? Maybe the poison only works for 2 day. Then that means tomorrow it will be gone completely…if so I need to find Ron and Hermione and soon.
With all my thoughts I hadn't noticed that he had fully changed. Well not till he picked me up and put in to his robes inner pocket. But not to deep in the pocket for I could see out just a bit. I could see very little like a glimpse of someone's head and a few paintings that hung on the wall. But just enough to see if could spot Ron or Hermione. And hope to god that they could see me too. I heard voices growing louder. We must be going to the Dinning hall. It was as loud as it usual is. We must be early.
I got a glimpse of the Gryffindor table but couldn't see well enough to see if Ron or Hermione was there. When Malfoy sat down I heard him talking to someone. I wasn't truly playing attention because I knew it had to be Pansy asking Draco if he would sit next to her. And of course Malfoy moved to the other side of the table to where Crabbe and Goyle sat. After a long while, Malfoy stood and started to walk again then stop. I could see…Yes! "Granger, Weasely. And where is Potter? It's like the lot of you are joined at the hip. Can't see one with out the others." He asked with sarcasm in his voice. I'm here you! I started to wiggle in his pocket but was stopped by a hand. Malfoy's no doubt.
"He's…sick today. So please be a good boy and go back to your table or do you need one of your ushers to carry you?" I heard Ron grumbled. Must have been up all night looking for me. Well I feel bad for thinking of the possible ways I could curse them. I felt Malfoy's muscles tighten up and I could just see his face brighten with anger. And instead of making this a bigger issue that it is. He turned and stormed off. Damn it! There when my chance! Well not exactly, but still so close and yet so far. I sure as hell don't want to change back on Malfoys bed. I would like to be in mine, thank you very much. And with Malfoy in it? Argh! Shut up brain!
And with that thought I was in Malfoys hands. What? Where am I? I looked around to find it's a very dark room. I could make out stacks of books in the corner, a couch some over stuffed chairs and all seem to have a layer or two of dust on them. How far are we from the dinning hall? And who long have I been lost in my head? So confusing.
He looked down at me. "So your sick today. Hm, Strange." He paused as he walked over to a chair and sat down in it. After a few minutes had ticked away he spook again. "Maybe I'll skip my first class. I don't feel like sitting in a room full of Hufflepuff." He told me. Great. Why don't you fall asleep and I can see if I wiggle my way away from you and into the hands of Ron and Hermione? He sat down in the armchairs getting comfortable.
"You know what Potter?" he asked me but not bothering to look at me. "I really don't like being a Malfoy. With a father like me I'd doubt you would like to be me either." I raised an eyebrow. Why is he really confessing to a doll? Does he do this on a regular basis? Or…Nah. He couldn't know that this is me. The real Harry Potter…right? I looked up at him wondering. And was really waiting for him to look down at me and say 'Yes Potter, I know that's you. And I've been messing with your mind this whole time.' But he didn't. Damn him.
"I understand you, you know that right? I know you don't want to be this great idle that everyone seem to worship. The Boy Who Lived. You have to live up to your name or the wizard world would be in chaos. You have to be what everyone wants to be. You have to be strong. You have to be great at everything you do. You have to be something great whether you want to or not…" I gaped at him. Then why the hell you make it worse? If I had a mouth I would make good use of it about now.
He finally looked down at me. I was taken back. My god! Draco is cry! He's crying! He didn't say much after this. He just cried and I had no clue as to why. I would have asked him but…you know the reason. After a while his grip loosened on me and his sobs seem to subside. "But you know, I can never love, like or even been friends with you. Just because the fact that you're The Boy That Lived." He whispered. I'm still getting over the fact that you just cried…so please. Tell me this later.
He stroked my cheek with his thumb. I blushed by this motion. "That's why I can't tell the real one what I'm telling you now. I probably shouldn't even tell you this. Even if you are a doll." I would have laughed at this. Sorry Hun! You just did! "The Malfoy's name would be rubbed in the dirt not like it hasn't already." I stared at him funny. Your name would be rubbed in the dirt? Right and I am Hermione Granger. He seemed to catch that look and smiled slightly. "You're right. It wouldn't but it would to my father. Very much so. I'm the Heir, the further Death Eater…" He stopped. Wait! You're not a Death Eater already? But…you…I thought…what? Ok I'm WAY to confused. Explain yourself!
He started down at me. "No, I'm not a Death Eater. I never want to be one. I'm not that stupid." He paused. "Even if I do act it. But that all it really is...an Act…for father. Nothing more, nothing less." He told me. He leaned back in the chair hold me up to study. I started back. So, Dra-Malfoy…You love me but you can't because your Father and your families name. You don't want to be a Death Eater but because your father your going to have to shut up and deal with it. Your whole life at Hogwarts was a lie. Well don't we have a Romeo and Juliet problem…sorta.
After a long while of silence I could feel my self grow a headache. So many questions and so little answer I can get at this moment. DAMN IT ALL. I looked back at Malfoy to find that he's slowly differing into slumber. Great…now how to move without wake him…Or moving without legs…Hmm…this is going to be hard.
Very Hard.
It seemed like forever before I heard something move beside Malfoy breathing and slight movements in his sleep. And when I turned to see what it was. I find a Hermione Granger peeping though the doorway. YES! I could have jumped up at kissed her at that very moment. But didn't for 2 reasons. One: It could wake up Malfoy. And Two: I can't…literally. She spotted me put a finger to her lips as if saying to stay quiet and don't move.
She slowly creped up to Malfoy trying to make her steppes as soundless as possibly. As she neared she gave me a slight smile before trying to take me out of Malfoys grasp. I was about to be pulled from his hand when all of a sudden he turn to his side and pulled me with him in to a tighter hold. Wonderful. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Hermione looking at her as if saying 'now what?'. She bit her lip and looked around the room to see what could help her. Finding nothing she stopped and had the 'don't bother me I'm thinking' look.
Her face light up and she pulled out her wand and whispered a charm. It was a summoning charm! And like I went from Malfoys hands to Hermiones hands. We quickly left the room and down the hall into an empty classroom. " I knew that was you! When I saw Malfoy come over I saw something wiggle in his Robes pocket and I got a glance of you right before he put his hand over you!" She told me as she set me on one of the desk. "Oh Harry! We were so worried! When we came back you were gone!" Ok…this is nice. But claim down and change me back! PLEASE. I gave her a begging look. "Oh! Right! Sorry almost forgot." She said as she pulled a small bottle out of her robes.
"Most poisons must be consumed…like to eat or drink it. But in your case…you have no mouth to drink this poison so it was made to be dried, crushed as sprinkled over your head…reminds me of something from Peter Pan. Like Pixie dust…" She paused for a moment then shook her thoughts away. "But anyways, your lucky I did this all last night while Ron when looking for you or you would have to be a doll for the next 4 hours!" She told me as she sprinkled whatever the hell it was on my head.
My doll like body felt very numb with pain and then everything when black.
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AN: I really shouldn't leave it at a cliffhanger like that because my updated takes MONTHS. Again, I'm sorry for not updating sooner. Just life is being a big pain in the arse. Well I'll work harder to post then next chapter.