Disclaimer - Unfortunately I do not own any of the characters in this fic,
although I wish I did. All the characters belong to the wondrous writer who
is known as JK Rowling. I do however own the plot. PLEASE REVIEW ME!!!
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As an afterthought I do not own the lyrics to "Innocent Eyes" by Delta Goodrem either. I do however own erm...nope, that was Elvis..
Nothing Else Matters Chapter 3
"NNNOOOOOO..."
Draco sat bolt upright. He was covered in sweat and tears. His breathing was heavy though laboured. He gazed around him and fell back onto his bed with an exhausted sigh. It was a dream. Just a dream. His breath began to ease as he stared up at his ceiling.
It had been one week since his father had hurt him and Draco's body was close to full strength again. For the first time since he had finished he had left Hogwarts for the summer last July, he felt although he could fight off his father whether it be magically and physically.
Draco looked out of his window. It was still dark. Moonbeams gave an eerie glow to his room. Draco sighed as he turned over to look at his alarm clock. It was 3.59AM.
He dragged himself off his bed and muttered a quick drying spell to dry off his bedding. He did not want the house-elves to see a Malfoy in such a state. Not over a nightmare. That would embarrassing and not to mention a disgrace to the family name.
He walked across his bedroom, slipped on his silk dressing gown and knelt down in front of the chest that was at the foot of the bed. To anyone else the chest looked just like a Hogwarts school chest, but to Draco this chest held everything that was special to him. All his favourite memories were inside this chest. He pulled out his wand from his dressing gown pocket pointed at the lock of the chest and muttered a password at it
"Innocence"
The locked on the chest clicked and then opened. Draco closed his eyes and smiled. The inside was charmed to smell like his mothers perfume. It reminded him of his childhood with her, but that was when his father was away. Back then it was out of sight, out of mind. He wishes it were so easy now.
He shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts and memories away. No use in dwelling on what is no more, he thought as he carried on sifting through his belongings. Suddenly he touched something soft and squishy. Curiously he pulled out the offending object. Why would he, Draco Malfoy, one of the most feared students at Hogwarts have something so fluffy?
Draco looked down at what seemed to be a light blue soft toy. It had only one eye and one ear. It looked although it had been mended over and over again. Draco suddenly became consumed within a memory that he had been pushing to the back of his mind most of his young life. The memory of when he learnt what his father did and what he expected his son to become.
"Draco darling, will you come in now? It looks like there is going to be a storm, and we don't want you getting Percy the hippo wet, do we?"
Do you remember when you where 7?
And the only thing that you wanted to do
Was show your mum that you could play the piano
A seven-year-old, innocent, Draco looked down at his soft, fluffy, blue teddy bear. He had not let go of this bear since he had picked it up in Diagon Alley two years ago. His mother had bought it for him in way of an apology for his father not being home on his birthday. Draco did not mind though. He was scared of his father. Since that day Percy the hippo, had become his only and his best friend.
"Coming Mummy" shouted Draco, as he ran indoors, just as the rain began to fall. He found his mother stood at the piano in the music room. This room had always fascinated him. There were instruments of all sizes and shapes on the walls and on the shelves. Draco had always loved music of all kinds, but his favourite instrument was a metallic silver Fender Strat, which was hung on the wall
"Draco, darling, could you play the piano for your mummy? Could you play "Nothing Else Matters" for mummy?"
An enthusiastic Draco ran to the stool and clambered onto it. He carefully placed his teddy on top of the piano and looked up at his mother's watery blue eyes with his shining silver eyes.
"Yes mummy, if you want me to. Anything for you mummy"
As Draco began to play his mothers favourite song, tears fell down her pale cheeks. She was so proud of her son. She only hoped he would stay innocent and not make the same mistakes that his father had. If only he would keep his innocent eyes..
Ten years have passed
And the one thing that lasts
Is that same old song that we played along
and made my mama cry
Draco snapped back to reality. He could feel a solitary tear making tracks on his face. He missed his mother. He missed her every second of every day. He missed the days when he could just play the piano for his mummy and be her little solider when his father made her cry. When she had died, Draco did not shed a tear. He would not show his father his weakness. He missed the simple ness of life. If only he had been able to keep his innocent eyes..
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I got lost in fantasies
In a cartoon land of mysteries
In a place you won't grow old in a place you won't feel cold and I'll sing
Draco wiped his tear away and put the teddy back at the bottom of the truck. He refused to shed anymore tears, not for what his supposed father. Draco closed over the chest and locked away his memories once again. As he lay on his bed again he began to remember a song that his mother used to sing to him when it was time for bed. He hummed the tune and as he drifted off he was sure he could hear the music playing in the background and a voice singing him to sleep.
Da da da da da da da da da da
Seems I'm lost in my reflection
Da da da da da da da da da da
Find a star for my direction
Da da da da da da da da da da
For the little boy inside who won't just hide
Don't let him see mistakes and lies
Let him keep his faith and innocent eyes
His innocent eyes.
A/N - What do you all think??? I NEED REVIEWS!!!!
As an afterthought I do not own the lyrics to "Innocent Eyes" by Delta Goodrem either. I do however own erm...nope, that was Elvis..
Nothing Else Matters Chapter 3
"NNNOOOOOO..."
Draco sat bolt upright. He was covered in sweat and tears. His breathing was heavy though laboured. He gazed around him and fell back onto his bed with an exhausted sigh. It was a dream. Just a dream. His breath began to ease as he stared up at his ceiling.
It had been one week since his father had hurt him and Draco's body was close to full strength again. For the first time since he had finished he had left Hogwarts for the summer last July, he felt although he could fight off his father whether it be magically and physically.
Draco looked out of his window. It was still dark. Moonbeams gave an eerie glow to his room. Draco sighed as he turned over to look at his alarm clock. It was 3.59AM.
He dragged himself off his bed and muttered a quick drying spell to dry off his bedding. He did not want the house-elves to see a Malfoy in such a state. Not over a nightmare. That would embarrassing and not to mention a disgrace to the family name.
He walked across his bedroom, slipped on his silk dressing gown and knelt down in front of the chest that was at the foot of the bed. To anyone else the chest looked just like a Hogwarts school chest, but to Draco this chest held everything that was special to him. All his favourite memories were inside this chest. He pulled out his wand from his dressing gown pocket pointed at the lock of the chest and muttered a password at it
"Innocence"
The locked on the chest clicked and then opened. Draco closed his eyes and smiled. The inside was charmed to smell like his mothers perfume. It reminded him of his childhood with her, but that was when his father was away. Back then it was out of sight, out of mind. He wishes it were so easy now.
He shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts and memories away. No use in dwelling on what is no more, he thought as he carried on sifting through his belongings. Suddenly he touched something soft and squishy. Curiously he pulled out the offending object. Why would he, Draco Malfoy, one of the most feared students at Hogwarts have something so fluffy?
Draco looked down at what seemed to be a light blue soft toy. It had only one eye and one ear. It looked although it had been mended over and over again. Draco suddenly became consumed within a memory that he had been pushing to the back of his mind most of his young life. The memory of when he learnt what his father did and what he expected his son to become.
"Draco darling, will you come in now? It looks like there is going to be a storm, and we don't want you getting Percy the hippo wet, do we?"
Do you remember when you where 7?
And the only thing that you wanted to do
Was show your mum that you could play the piano
A seven-year-old, innocent, Draco looked down at his soft, fluffy, blue teddy bear. He had not let go of this bear since he had picked it up in Diagon Alley two years ago. His mother had bought it for him in way of an apology for his father not being home on his birthday. Draco did not mind though. He was scared of his father. Since that day Percy the hippo, had become his only and his best friend.
"Coming Mummy" shouted Draco, as he ran indoors, just as the rain began to fall. He found his mother stood at the piano in the music room. This room had always fascinated him. There were instruments of all sizes and shapes on the walls and on the shelves. Draco had always loved music of all kinds, but his favourite instrument was a metallic silver Fender Strat, which was hung on the wall
"Draco, darling, could you play the piano for your mummy? Could you play "Nothing Else Matters" for mummy?"
An enthusiastic Draco ran to the stool and clambered onto it. He carefully placed his teddy on top of the piano and looked up at his mother's watery blue eyes with his shining silver eyes.
"Yes mummy, if you want me to. Anything for you mummy"
As Draco began to play his mothers favourite song, tears fell down her pale cheeks. She was so proud of her son. She only hoped he would stay innocent and not make the same mistakes that his father had. If only he would keep his innocent eyes..
Ten years have passed
And the one thing that lasts
Is that same old song that we played along
and made my mama cry
Draco snapped back to reality. He could feel a solitary tear making tracks on his face. He missed his mother. He missed her every second of every day. He missed the days when he could just play the piano for his mummy and be her little solider when his father made her cry. When she had died, Draco did not shed a tear. He would not show his father his weakness. He missed the simple ness of life. If only he had been able to keep his innocent eyes..
I miss those days and I miss those ways
When I got lost in fantasies
In a cartoon land of mysteries
In a place you won't grow old in a place you won't feel cold and I'll sing
Draco wiped his tear away and put the teddy back at the bottom of the truck. He refused to shed anymore tears, not for what his supposed father. Draco closed over the chest and locked away his memories once again. As he lay on his bed again he began to remember a song that his mother used to sing to him when it was time for bed. He hummed the tune and as he drifted off he was sure he could hear the music playing in the background and a voice singing him to sleep.
Da da da da da da da da da da
Seems I'm lost in my reflection
Da da da da da da da da da da
Find a star for my direction
Da da da da da da da da da da
For the little boy inside who won't just hide
Don't let him see mistakes and lies
Let him keep his faith and innocent eyes
His innocent eyes.
A/N - What do you all think??? I NEED REVIEWS!!!!