Andufeniel: Thank you! You are my first reviewer. Um. yeah I love that song
to. It's so sad but soooooooooooo beautiful.
After a completely busies day of tormenting some younger kids who were having an entirely to good of a time. Draco was sitting in the forest. He recently got over his fear of the forest and found it very calming when he heard someone singing. The voice had to be the most beautiful voice he heard but the words caught his attention more because they pretty much described his life well if you replace a few words with other words but none the less a lot like his life.
She walks to school with a lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday. She hides the bruises with linen and lace. (Oh) The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask. It's hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearin' the burden of a secret storm. Sometimes she wishes she were never born. Through the wind, and the rain. She stands hard as a stone. A world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings. And she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel. Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate. When mornin' comes, it'll be too late. Through the wind, and the rain She stands hard as a stone. In a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings. And she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel. A statue stands in a shaded place. An angel girl with an upturned face. A name is written on a polished rock. A broken heart that the world forgot. Through the wind, and the rain. She stands hard as a stone. In a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel.
He heard the voice that was singing it cry a little. He had begun to cry in the middle of the song somewhere but hadn't noticed. He wiped his eyes. Then he heard his fathers voice. "Quit crying boy. Malfoys don't cry!" 'Yeah they do' he thought to himself. 'when the lights go out and no ones around.' He stood up and punched a tree. The tree had shattered in the spot that he punched. "GOD! PLEASE JUST MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. This caught the attention of Ginny who had gone in the forest to get away from Ron.
Ginny heard someone scream. 'what the.' she thought. Hum. seams Draco's having a break down. She got up and followed the crying that was coming from somewhere beside her. She walked past a few trees and occasionally saw some couples making out. She finally saw the person she was looking for.
"You know you shouldn't scream so loud. You'll attract attention to yourself." She said while sitting down next to Draco. "Yeah well." he looked at her with tears streaming down her face. Then to his surprise and hers he smiled. "I'm not sure I attracted unwanted attention. Well as long as it's you." "Really? And why is it that I'm not unwanted attention?" She asked trying to get his mind of his problems. "Because you won't laugh at me for crying." He said softly while wiping a tear a way. "Oh." She said while wrapping an arm around him. "I'm sorry.' Draco just sat there enjoying the loving feeling he got from her actions. No one has ever done anything like that.
They sat like that until he said "I'm so stupid. Always crying. But today was the first time a screamed. I usually cry silent tears." "There comes a time in everyone's life when they will cry out from the depth of their souls. Your not stupid your coping." She said comfortingly. "You haven't ever done that so how would you know?" he asked. "How do you know? I may have." "Maybe." "Look you should be a lot more angry than you are. You must be very controlled or something. You need to have an outlet. You know something like writing." "I do write" "Could I read some of them? I always read my patients writings. You can always tell how a person is really feeling by their writings. I could help you." "Um. I don't know." "Oh come on." "Ok. But you can't make fun of me." "Deal."
She got up and helped him up. "You know you're to sexy to be crying like this." She said while wiping the last tear he would cry that day of his cheek. "Really?" He Smiled. "Yeah." She replied then kissed his cheek and walked off. "Bye!" he said "Bye! Oh hey tomorrow same time same place." It was more of a demand than a request but he didn't mind. He personally couldn't wait.
Ginny had walked back to her dorm trying to figure out how to answer that letter. She really couldn't think of how to though. 'I guess I will ask Alex. She's a poet. If she can't figure out how then no one can.' With a smile on her face Ginny waited for Alex.
After a completely busies day of tormenting some younger kids who were having an entirely to good of a time. Draco was sitting in the forest. He recently got over his fear of the forest and found it very calming when he heard someone singing. The voice had to be the most beautiful voice he heard but the words caught his attention more because they pretty much described his life well if you replace a few words with other words but none the less a lot like his life.
She walks to school with a lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday. She hides the bruises with linen and lace. (Oh) The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask. It's hard to see the pain behind the mask. Bearin' the burden of a secret storm. Sometimes she wishes she were never born. Through the wind, and the rain. She stands hard as a stone. A world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings. And she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel. Somebody cries in the middle of the night. The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights. A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate. When mornin' comes, it'll be too late. Through the wind, and the rain She stands hard as a stone. In a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings. And she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel. A statue stands in a shaded place. An angel girl with an upturned face. A name is written on a polished rock. A broken heart that the world forgot. Through the wind, and the rain. She stands hard as a stone. In a world that she can't rise above. But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved. Concrete Angel.
He heard the voice that was singing it cry a little. He had begun to cry in the middle of the song somewhere but hadn't noticed. He wiped his eyes. Then he heard his fathers voice. "Quit crying boy. Malfoys don't cry!" 'Yeah they do' he thought to himself. 'when the lights go out and no ones around.' He stood up and punched a tree. The tree had shattered in the spot that he punched. "GOD! PLEASE JUST MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. This caught the attention of Ginny who had gone in the forest to get away from Ron.
Ginny heard someone scream. 'what the.' she thought. Hum. seams Draco's having a break down. She got up and followed the crying that was coming from somewhere beside her. She walked past a few trees and occasionally saw some couples making out. She finally saw the person she was looking for.
"You know you shouldn't scream so loud. You'll attract attention to yourself." She said while sitting down next to Draco. "Yeah well." he looked at her with tears streaming down her face. Then to his surprise and hers he smiled. "I'm not sure I attracted unwanted attention. Well as long as it's you." "Really? And why is it that I'm not unwanted attention?" She asked trying to get his mind of his problems. "Because you won't laugh at me for crying." He said softly while wiping a tear a way. "Oh." She said while wrapping an arm around him. "I'm sorry.' Draco just sat there enjoying the loving feeling he got from her actions. No one has ever done anything like that.
They sat like that until he said "I'm so stupid. Always crying. But today was the first time a screamed. I usually cry silent tears." "There comes a time in everyone's life when they will cry out from the depth of their souls. Your not stupid your coping." She said comfortingly. "You haven't ever done that so how would you know?" he asked. "How do you know? I may have." "Maybe." "Look you should be a lot more angry than you are. You must be very controlled or something. You need to have an outlet. You know something like writing." "I do write" "Could I read some of them? I always read my patients writings. You can always tell how a person is really feeling by their writings. I could help you." "Um. I don't know." "Oh come on." "Ok. But you can't make fun of me." "Deal."
She got up and helped him up. "You know you're to sexy to be crying like this." She said while wiping the last tear he would cry that day of his cheek. "Really?" He Smiled. "Yeah." She replied then kissed his cheek and walked off. "Bye!" he said "Bye! Oh hey tomorrow same time same place." It was more of a demand than a request but he didn't mind. He personally couldn't wait.
Ginny had walked back to her dorm trying to figure out how to answer that letter. She really couldn't think of how to though. 'I guess I will ask Alex. She's a poet. If she can't figure out how then no one can.' With a smile on her face Ginny waited for Alex.
