A/N: Hey guys...here's my first D/H Fic. Tell me what you think. The song lyrics is from Blink182 called "Dumpweed."
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling.
Chapter 1 Reminisce
It's understood...I said it many ways
"I'm sory Pansy, but...as hard as it is for me to say it. I think we should see other people." Draco looked down at his feet as he told Pansy Parkinson.
"What? You're breaking up with me ? But baby, I don't...I don't understand..." she replied. Draco turned his head as she put her hands on his cheek.
"It's just- it's not that I'm sick of you...it's just, it wasn't the way I thought it would turn out-"
"What do you mean it's not the way you thought it would turn out? What about me, Draco? What about what I want? It had always been what you want!"
"You know that's not true.."
But Pansy ignored him. "I wanted to make you happy. You're old enough to realise it but no, you haven't realised it at all! Have you had any idea, Draco? Have you at all, that the fact I've been the one planning our future. So I don't get...I don't get...why we're separating!"
"Pansy, I said it's over." Draco whispered.
"Don't—don't you l-love me?" she now had cold tears running through her cheeks.
"I've gone through it once, and I don't want to go through it again, Pansy, it hurts."
"But sweet cake..."
"Please." Draco took her hand off his cold, pale cheeks, "I would suggest if you could stop calling me food. We're through."
"That's it!" Pansy looked at him angrily, "If that's what you're selfish little self wants. You don't know what you've just lost! Go ahead and leave!" Before he knew it, she had slapped him across the face. Hard. She waited for him to leave, but he did nothing but sigh.
Too scared to run, I'm too scared to stay...
He gave her the white roses that he was holding in his hand, "Goodbye, Pansy." He gave her his last kiss on her cheek and Pansy showed no guilt for what she'd just done.
As Draco walked out of the Parkinson Manor gate, she threw the flowers on the stone cold floor, running back inside her house after she slammed the door. Crying...not for the fact that her love had just walked out of her life...not because of the empty spaces that were now forming in her heart...but with anger and hatred. Draco Malfoy, left the grounds.
I said I'd leave
But I could never leave her
And If I did
You know I'd never cheat her...
Draco decided to go back to his very own Manor, the one he got for his 18th birthday, and also for succeeding and graduating Hogwarts. He was walking in deep thought, having the quality time to himself gave him the freedom to get to know himself now that Pansy couldn't push him around anymore. But he can't...All he's ever thought of was Pansy Parkinson, the girl of his dreams, as he once thought. But he also thought about their relationship, that was heading nowhere at all. He thought of the fact that he did almost everything just to be with her...Pansy was his life...but so he thought.
Confused, Draco feels he should give love a break for now...just until, he finds the right woman.
....
But this I ask
It's what I wanna know
How would you feel?
If I should choose to go...
Draco headed for Diagon Alley the next day and spent the few hours thinking, while sipping his cups of butterbeer in the pub.
"Thanks, bub." He tipped the bartender, as he placed two galleons and five sickles on the counter. He got out of the Leaky Cauldron, and found something that disturbed him.
Out of all the people...he thought to himself, as he saw Miss Parkinson with Adrian Pucey, walk out of Flourish and Blotts sharing a single vanilla swirl cherry, Draco's favourite. He looked at the boy with disgust, Dork. Pansy always had the guys she wanted...and she always had back up.
As the two new formal Slytherin sweethearts got closer to where Draco was standing, he turned away and walked the opposite direction.
Unbelievable! he thought dully, full of loath and jelousy. He didn't want to talk to her at all, or congratulate her with her new man...why should he?
Even though he didn't like some of the things she did, when they were together, but he managed to forgive her and still love her. But he started to think...Had she felt the same way towards him? He felt used.
Another guy
You think it'd be unlikely
another guy
You think he'd want to fight me
Adrian, was a tough one in Slytherin. Though he was a year older, of course Draco was the toughest. But now, Draco had realised the mistakes he's made, and if he kept this up...who knows how he'd end up. Ever since Draco had graduated Hogwarts, the mean, arrogant, cold-hearted Draco Malfoy had alternated to someone....different.
Draco couldn't help but think about what just happend that day of the break up, he thought that Pansy Parkinson, the girl who supposedly loved him, would be upset and crying of the fact that they're apart. But he now realised, he was very wrong. He's sitting there every after second he would glance at the two new lovebirds snogging, made an even emptier space in his heart.
She's a dove
she's a fucking nightmare
Unpredictable
It was my mistake to stay here...
On the go...and it's way too late to play
I need a girl that I can train...
Draco walked to the Florean Foretscue's Ice cream parlour, looking back he thought, Pansy's a pretty girl. Her personality needs to change.
Half of him thinks, it was a mistake that they broke up, but the other half says, it was the right thing to do. He couldn't take it any longer, she was treating him like shit.
Well no more of that. He told himself.
A lady took his order and watched him sit there quietly on his chair in deep thought. Will he ever get someone else that he can call his girl, who would appreciate everything he'll do to make her happy? A girl, that he can be happier with....
But no, nobody can replace Pansy.
"This is life." He muttered.
"Pardon?" the lady who had just arrived with his order.
"Oh, nothing." Draco looked up, startled. He was suprised to see a lady knowing his business.
"Love problems, honn-ay?" she winked, and poured extra chocolate syrup on the chocolate swirl vanilla sprinkles, with mini-chocolate frogs on top. "Don' worry, it's in the house, sugar!"
"Th-thanks...I guess..."
"So, what's your name, lad?"
"Draco Malfoy." He replied, forcing out a smile.
"Oh, a Malfoy, eh?" Nice meet'n ya honn-ay, I'm Mrs. Dollia." She smiled, folding the tray between her arms, "Women, huh?"
Draco raised a brow, "How did you know?"
"I know l'ossa things. It's all right, you'll fine' the right woman. You're still young, you'll live." She gave him another wink.
What the hell, this lady's freaking me out...
But soon he realised she can give pretty good advice. They talked for a few minutes as Draco ate his ice cream. He was glad to get to talk to a former Outstanding Divintation student, to give him the advice he needs- who is also, of course, experienced.
As they talked, Draco glanced over to what looked like three familiar beings. He smirked at each one of them and thought, Potter and friends...
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In the midle of December, he decided to visit his family back in the Malfoy Manor for the holidays.
I heard it once
I'm sure I heard it twice...
"Pansy was you're type of lady, she was unique. She's different from a few other girls. Darling, I always thought she was the right one for you." Narcissa said, who had just arrived from her grooming schedule. She didn't seem too happy about the news.
"Who would have thought that girl was a fraud?" said Lucius Malfoy, never the less, still the same Lucius Malfoy. "She used you, son. What can I say? They're women."
Mrs. Malfoy looked at him strangely, "But they're not all like that, sweetheart."
My dad used to give me
all of his advice..
He would say
You got to turn your back and run now
Come on, son
You haven't got a chance now
"Just trust me." He told his only child. Has Lucius ever had belief in his boy?
Lucius walked over to his wife, and the two proud pure-bloods shared a kiss.
"Get a room." Draco rolled his eyes and glanced at his parents with disgust.
Draco spent most of his time that afternoon, walking around the Mansion, giving himself a tour. He missed this place. It hasn't changed since he left. He grinned as he found a large room, filled with Quidditch equipments. He walked around and noticed many of his old brooms that hung on the wall.
He stared at the still-shining broom last on the lineup. He touched shiny broom...the one that got him into the Slytherin Quidditch team...he ran his fingers up to the golden words that engraved "Nimbus 2001". It brought back memories....
I need a girl that I can train
I need a girl that I can train
He sighed. Reminiscing back in the Quidditch pitch, showing off his new Nimbus 2001 broom. The thought of Ron Weasley barfing out slugs made him laugh even harder...Granger giving him, Draco, her dirtiest look and hating him for causing all this...it was his fault...she went to help Weasley. More thought were rushing in his head as he stared at this single broom...
That Granger...he couldn't help but smirk at the thought.
He wondered how she was doing, if she was actually as smart as sh ewas before...her dreams if they were ever accomplished...something he hadn't done himself. He grinned as he remembered back in the day, when the dreamteam showed total hatred whenever he made fun of them. The good old days, he gave out a small laugh.
"At least no one in the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent..."
Turn your back and run now...
You haven't got a chance now...
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood!"
I need a girl that I can train...
I need a girl that I can train...
He frowned at the thought.
Turning back to reality, Draco blinked. He rolled his eyes and started to look at something else. Why the hell am I thinking about...about..Granger Mudblood?!
Turn your back and run now...
He stared out his window, the wind blowing his face. Sometimes, he thinks about the past...with jelousy... he just doesn't want to admit it. It was one thing he was good at, he was good at denying things. Why can't he think of a single happiness, good times or jokes he had shared with his friends? Why can't he think of anything happy....why doesn't he have a good friendship with Crabbe and Goyle... (Who completley forgot about him. Probably too stupid to remember how to owl him...)... Why couldn't have good friends...like that Potter and Weasel with their little Muggle girlfriend...why can't he have Granger...Why....
Draco's heart started beating fast, and his eyes widened with horror. What was that!? He thought, Get a life!
You haven't got a chance now....
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Ok end of first chap.
And now for my world famouse desperate poem...
The chicken says bawk
The cow says moo
The dog says bark
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