Author's note ---- No. I don't own any of these wonderful characters. Only
JK Rowling [oh how I admire her] does. Though I do wish I did own Draco
Malfoy :P
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I will never change my mind
Try to torch me and you'll find
You can't turn me or deter me
No matter how you try
You can't burn me
I know where I stand and what'll happen if you try it
I am FIREPROOF
I know my heart and I just can't deny it
I am FIREPROOF
I tried to tell you but you wouldn't be quiet
I am FIREPROOF
I'll never bow down and you won't buy it I am FIREPROOF
-Fireproof by Pillar
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Draco Malfoy smirked as he gazed into his reflection in the mirror. It really was flattering to see how his pale blond hair complemented his blue grey eyes perfectly. But he was already used to seeing the perfect image looking back at him with a smirk daily, though his eyes spoke of no emotions. Since he was a little boy, of age perhaps six or seven years, Lucius Malfoy, or more familiarly known to him as Father, had taught him always to keep his emotions in check. "Never show your emotions. Never let hurt engulf you. Never let fire burn you. They'll try to torch you, but you'll have to show them that you, Draco, are Fireproof. Get it? You're a Malfoy. So you'd better hold up the family name."
"Uh. Duh. Geez, Draco. Why do you like looking in the mirror so much? Duh. The image is always the same isn't it Draco?" Crabbe said. Or at least that was what Draco made out of what he had said in his barely coherent speech. It was an achievement really, for Crabbe to have come this far in speaking. Rolling his eyes, he turned to Crabbe, and said in a sarcastically sweet voice, "Oh. You won't understand Crabbe. You're saved the trouble of looking into the mirror daily. After all, you're so ugly. The mirror would probably crack in laughter before you even realize that it is your reflection in the mirror."
"Uh. Duh. I don't get what you mean. Draco?" Crabbe managed to reply, semi coherently.
'Why do I even bother hanging out with morons like Crabbe and Goyle?' Draco thought to himself. It was in fact quite disgraceful that a Malfoy like himself should have to hang out with dumb blocks of fat like Crabbe and Goyle. The only reason why he hung out with them was because they were the only ones that his father had approved of. Of course Draco knew the reason why his father wanted him to hang out with them.
He rolled his eyes. Deatheaters. Were they all that his father could think of? Draco slammed his hand against the dressing table. What on earth was he thinking anyway? Of course serving the Dark Lord was all that his father could think of! It was practically an obsession.
'A very pathetic obsession in fact." He thought to himself. Sometimes he just couldn't understand his father. There were times that he wished his father could be a wizard with a better character. Of course he could never admit this publicly, but deep in his heart, he always wanted to be someone righteous, with the right kind of fame. Not the notorious Malfoy name that his family was famous of. He wished he could be someone else.
Someone like. Harry Potter.
Draco scowled to himself. Harry Potter was his resident enemy at Hogwarts. He would never tell his feelings aloud. His pride was too great. He would never. Never.
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I will never change my mind
Try to torch me and you'll find
You can't turn me or deter me
No matter how you try
You can't burn me
I know where I stand and what'll happen if you try it
I am FIREPROOF
I know my heart and I just can't deny it
I am FIREPROOF
I tried to tell you but you wouldn't be quiet
I am FIREPROOF
I'll never bow down and you won't buy it I am FIREPROOF
-Fireproof by Pillar
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Draco Malfoy smirked as he gazed into his reflection in the mirror. It really was flattering to see how his pale blond hair complemented his blue grey eyes perfectly. But he was already used to seeing the perfect image looking back at him with a smirk daily, though his eyes spoke of no emotions. Since he was a little boy, of age perhaps six or seven years, Lucius Malfoy, or more familiarly known to him as Father, had taught him always to keep his emotions in check. "Never show your emotions. Never let hurt engulf you. Never let fire burn you. They'll try to torch you, but you'll have to show them that you, Draco, are Fireproof. Get it? You're a Malfoy. So you'd better hold up the family name."
"Uh. Duh. Geez, Draco. Why do you like looking in the mirror so much? Duh. The image is always the same isn't it Draco?" Crabbe said. Or at least that was what Draco made out of what he had said in his barely coherent speech. It was an achievement really, for Crabbe to have come this far in speaking. Rolling his eyes, he turned to Crabbe, and said in a sarcastically sweet voice, "Oh. You won't understand Crabbe. You're saved the trouble of looking into the mirror daily. After all, you're so ugly. The mirror would probably crack in laughter before you even realize that it is your reflection in the mirror."
"Uh. Duh. I don't get what you mean. Draco?" Crabbe managed to reply, semi coherently.
'Why do I even bother hanging out with morons like Crabbe and Goyle?' Draco thought to himself. It was in fact quite disgraceful that a Malfoy like himself should have to hang out with dumb blocks of fat like Crabbe and Goyle. The only reason why he hung out with them was because they were the only ones that his father had approved of. Of course Draco knew the reason why his father wanted him to hang out with them.
He rolled his eyes. Deatheaters. Were they all that his father could think of? Draco slammed his hand against the dressing table. What on earth was he thinking anyway? Of course serving the Dark Lord was all that his father could think of! It was practically an obsession.
'A very pathetic obsession in fact." He thought to himself. Sometimes he just couldn't understand his father. There were times that he wished his father could be a wizard with a better character. Of course he could never admit this publicly, but deep in his heart, he always wanted to be someone righteous, with the right kind of fame. Not the notorious Malfoy name that his family was famous of. He wished he could be someone else.
Someone like. Harry Potter.
Draco scowled to himself. Harry Potter was his resident enemy at Hogwarts. He would never tell his feelings aloud. His pride was too great. He would never. Never.
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