Disclaimer: I only own the plot to this fan fiction and the poetry written at the bottom, not the characters....
Well I didn't know it would be so hard to get ten reviews. I was gonna wait but I don't think I'll ever get more reviews so Im gonna post. I had this written for a while and its not fair to my few fans who do read my fic. Thanks to those! Would anyone like to hear the story of how I got sucked up in this world of Harry Potter fan fiction? Tell me in your reviews and I shall consent if anyone is interested and tell at the end of the next chapter. Oh and by the way might I say that Harry and Draco are supposed to be OOC. Haha, onto thanking my lovely reviewers...
Rose: Thanks for reviewing again! Yay I've got a regular. I'm glad you liked it. Haha indeed 'Mione does think Draco is a sexy beast. Haha, but guess who else does too... [not including me]
Raven: Thanks so much for reviewing, I'm glad you think it's improving! Talk to you soon.
Pyrefly: It's okay, I've reviewed wrong chapter before too. And don't worry, heh, I knew what you meant about the H/D fan fics. ^__^
Sara: Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it! ^ ^
Mindi: Thanks for reviewing. Haha, I know what you mean... Anyway though I'll make sure to go reviews yours!
Chelsea: Yeah, I've gotten the OOC thing a lot. Heh, I guess I was kinda going for that... Anyway all things shall be explained eventually. Thanks for reviewing.
Lampshadesrgreat: Thanks for reviewing again. Don't worry I think you're number six or something. Haha, anyway what weather? Ahhh, there a lot of sun here... ::hisses at sun light::. Oh well I can hope for the next rain.
Chapter 4: "Beauty and Stupid"
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"Where do you think we will find all of these ingredients... Dra-Draco?"
Harry flinched slightly as he forced himself to speak Malfoy's first name. It was his idea for a truce between the two during the time they worked on this project, which of course seemed wise enough, but perhaps he was a bit forward in thinking that calling eachother by their first names would be a good idea as well. Draco had reluctantly agreed when the boy who lived purposed the idea but still, just like Harry, had much difficulty saying actually getting the name out. Nevertheless, the boys agreed to this truce.
"I'm not sure, I could ask my father," Draco replied with a little snort, "He could probably get everything and anything I asked for."
"Of course," Harry mumbled while flipping through the book again.
"What was that Pot... eh, What was that?" Draco still was having trouble speaking his first name. As far as the Slytherin was concerned it was a great step for him to just not call him Potter.
"Of course your father would get you anything, he *could* have anything and everything. Don't you lead just the perfect life Mal- Draco."
Draco sneered at this. "You don't know anything about my father, my life, or me. Hah, my life is far from perfect, not that you would notice all stuck in your own world of self-pity."
Harry gasped slightly at the boys sudden show of rage, his sudden show of pure emotion. Then anger began to creep into Harry's face. How dare he say that! Draco's arrogant eyes glared at Harry as he stood there shaking slightly but willing himself to calm down. Harry had to remember that they agreed on a truce of sorts and he certainly wouldn't be the one to break it. Even if Draco was supercilious beyond belief.
"Your right, I don't know a damn thing about your life," Harry said slowly and calmly. Draco stared at him for a moment slightly surprised that the boy who lived nearly answered in an apology to his previous outburst. Seeing Harry's emerald eyes stare at him in such a placid manner let Draco lessen his cold countenance as he actually flashed Harry a smile rather than a smirk.
"Yeah, well let's continue then."
Harry stared a bit dumbfounded at the smiling Slytherin next to him and found himself in so much shock that he couldn't help but smile too. He locked a glare with the almost lighter and less cold silver eyes next to him and handed the book over so that they could both examine the page.
"Lets..."
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Draco entered the food hall [or what not] and headed over slowly to the Slytherin table. His icy eyes danced around well aware of most of everyone watching him. He laughed lightly to himself. They all feared him or worshiped him, and some a mix of both. Either way Draco enjoyed the attention he received immensely. Draco was about to take a seat when he saw Pansy leap out of her chair and run towards him.
"Oh Draci, I'm so glad you're here. Awww you must be so frustrated working with stupid Potter. Oh, I'll make it better!"
Pansy threw her arms around Draco giving him a bone-crushing hug where she attempted to kiss him as well. She batted her eyes and gave her evil smile which was much more a smirk.
"Ugh Pansy, get the hell off me!"
Draco made a face and then pushed her... hard. She looked surprised at first, then a little hurt, and lastly her ugly temper rose.
"What's the matter Draco, don't you love me anymore?"
Draco scowled at the pouting girl before him.
"Of course I don't love you! I never did love you and never will. Don't you get it. I don't want you. In fact I don't even really want a girlfriend in the first place."
Draco wondered to himself if she would get his hidden meaning, the slight suggestion of the fact he discovered last year. That he was attracted to guys, not girls. Of course her thickheaded mind never understood a thing!
"Draci, I don't care what you think you want. You know your family expects you to marry me. We're meant for eachother my dragon."
Again she went to wrap her arms around but not before the blonde-haired boy pushed her off once more.
"Stop Pansy! I don't care what you or my family think. Even if I wanted to date a girl it certainly wouldn't be you."
Pansy's eyes hardened a bit as she turned utterly cold staring at Draco before her.
"Don't care what your family thinks? Well, it's not as if you have a choice or say in any matter with your family. And you must care what your father thinks. You listen to his every word and do all his bidding for him, your caught in his little web of lies and deceit where he uses you as he wishes. Don't act as if you have control my sweet, for you have none whatsoever. You're just a mere puppet. And what would your precious father think if he knew that you broke up with me and were actually being friendly with the boy who lived, Harry Potter. I've seen you two together in the library laughing. Since when have the two of you become friends!?"
Her cold words carried like ice stabbing into Draco's weakened flesh. Still, Draco kept his stance and instead of showing any emotion he smiled cooly.
"Pansy, I never dated you therefore there is no way I could have broken up with you. Furthermore Potter and I aren't friends, we are just being civil for this potions project. I don't have any friends, nor do I need any!"
With that Draco turned his face away from her and took a seat at the table throughly ignoring her. Pansy grunted something inaudible and marched out of the room, still mumbling and pouting to herself. Draco knew though, somewhere deep inside, that Pansy was right about his father. Draco was just a silly puppet with his father. And he hated it but for once in his life had no control over it. And Draco hated that as well. But she was wrong about one thing... he wasn't becoming friends with Harry. Harry and him were just working together in order to complete the damn project. Just at that moment he lifted his silvery eyes and found the boy who lived staring at him. Draco felt a jolt run through his body and could sense a faint flush creeping into his pale face but he quickly dismissed the foreign emotion. Still, Harry's faded jade eyes glanced deeply into his own greyish ones and once again Draco found himself lost in their secrets and interminable hurt that lay deep within. But the look didn't last long before Draco broke it and stared down at the table. Damn! He let himself, once again, get stuck in those hypnotizing eyes. He didn't like to feel such a lack of self-control as he felt when he became lost in those forest green eyes. Why was Harry staring at him anyway? Did he see that big blowout with Pansy? It didn't matter, though, because when he lifted his eyes once again he saw that Harry was no longer staring in Draco's direction but rather talking fervently to his muggle friend Hermione and idiotic friend Ron.
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Does this voice remain?
Over broken clouds that scatter the arrogant sky
I forgot how to cry when I felt the last pain
Looking to the malevolent space I hide
Until I can breath....
Again
Now these eyes are piercing
I cant keep the sadness away
I would much rather run
Silent tears masking my face instead
I would much rather hide
Do you like the show?
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Huzzah, 'tis completed. Soon enough I know I am going to have to start writing the poems at the bottom on the spot. So far I have been lucky with finding all of these strewn in some of my lost files but who knows how long they will last. Anyway I do apologize for the lack of flow in this chapter. I'm starting to run out of ideas for the in-between parts. Ah, I know I can write better than this so please do stick with the story and hopefully it will improve. Okay, well please review.
Well I didn't know it would be so hard to get ten reviews. I was gonna wait but I don't think I'll ever get more reviews so Im gonna post. I had this written for a while and its not fair to my few fans who do read my fic. Thanks to those! Would anyone like to hear the story of how I got sucked up in this world of Harry Potter fan fiction? Tell me in your reviews and I shall consent if anyone is interested and tell at the end of the next chapter. Oh and by the way might I say that Harry and Draco are supposed to be OOC. Haha, onto thanking my lovely reviewers...
Rose: Thanks for reviewing again! Yay I've got a regular. I'm glad you liked it. Haha indeed 'Mione does think Draco is a sexy beast. Haha, but guess who else does too... [not including me]
Raven: Thanks so much for reviewing, I'm glad you think it's improving! Talk to you soon.
Pyrefly: It's okay, I've reviewed wrong chapter before too. And don't worry, heh, I knew what you meant about the H/D fan fics. ^__^
Sara: Thank you so much! I'm glad you like it! ^ ^
Mindi: Thanks for reviewing. Haha, I know what you mean... Anyway though I'll make sure to go reviews yours!
Chelsea: Yeah, I've gotten the OOC thing a lot. Heh, I guess I was kinda going for that... Anyway all things shall be explained eventually. Thanks for reviewing.
Lampshadesrgreat: Thanks for reviewing again. Don't worry I think you're number six or something. Haha, anyway what weather? Ahhh, there a lot of sun here... ::hisses at sun light::. Oh well I can hope for the next rain.
Chapter 4: "Beauty and Stupid"
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"Where do you think we will find all of these ingredients... Dra-Draco?"
Harry flinched slightly as he forced himself to speak Malfoy's first name. It was his idea for a truce between the two during the time they worked on this project, which of course seemed wise enough, but perhaps he was a bit forward in thinking that calling eachother by their first names would be a good idea as well. Draco had reluctantly agreed when the boy who lived purposed the idea but still, just like Harry, had much difficulty saying actually getting the name out. Nevertheless, the boys agreed to this truce.
"I'm not sure, I could ask my father," Draco replied with a little snort, "He could probably get everything and anything I asked for."
"Of course," Harry mumbled while flipping through the book again.
"What was that Pot... eh, What was that?" Draco still was having trouble speaking his first name. As far as the Slytherin was concerned it was a great step for him to just not call him Potter.
"Of course your father would get you anything, he *could* have anything and everything. Don't you lead just the perfect life Mal- Draco."
Draco sneered at this. "You don't know anything about my father, my life, or me. Hah, my life is far from perfect, not that you would notice all stuck in your own world of self-pity."
Harry gasped slightly at the boys sudden show of rage, his sudden show of pure emotion. Then anger began to creep into Harry's face. How dare he say that! Draco's arrogant eyes glared at Harry as he stood there shaking slightly but willing himself to calm down. Harry had to remember that they agreed on a truce of sorts and he certainly wouldn't be the one to break it. Even if Draco was supercilious beyond belief.
"Your right, I don't know a damn thing about your life," Harry said slowly and calmly. Draco stared at him for a moment slightly surprised that the boy who lived nearly answered in an apology to his previous outburst. Seeing Harry's emerald eyes stare at him in such a placid manner let Draco lessen his cold countenance as he actually flashed Harry a smile rather than a smirk.
"Yeah, well let's continue then."
Harry stared a bit dumbfounded at the smiling Slytherin next to him and found himself in so much shock that he couldn't help but smile too. He locked a glare with the almost lighter and less cold silver eyes next to him and handed the book over so that they could both examine the page.
"Lets..."
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Draco entered the food hall [or what not] and headed over slowly to the Slytherin table. His icy eyes danced around well aware of most of everyone watching him. He laughed lightly to himself. They all feared him or worshiped him, and some a mix of both. Either way Draco enjoyed the attention he received immensely. Draco was about to take a seat when he saw Pansy leap out of her chair and run towards him.
"Oh Draci, I'm so glad you're here. Awww you must be so frustrated working with stupid Potter. Oh, I'll make it better!"
Pansy threw her arms around Draco giving him a bone-crushing hug where she attempted to kiss him as well. She batted her eyes and gave her evil smile which was much more a smirk.
"Ugh Pansy, get the hell off me!"
Draco made a face and then pushed her... hard. She looked surprised at first, then a little hurt, and lastly her ugly temper rose.
"What's the matter Draco, don't you love me anymore?"
Draco scowled at the pouting girl before him.
"Of course I don't love you! I never did love you and never will. Don't you get it. I don't want you. In fact I don't even really want a girlfriend in the first place."
Draco wondered to himself if she would get his hidden meaning, the slight suggestion of the fact he discovered last year. That he was attracted to guys, not girls. Of course her thickheaded mind never understood a thing!
"Draci, I don't care what you think you want. You know your family expects you to marry me. We're meant for eachother my dragon."
Again she went to wrap her arms around but not before the blonde-haired boy pushed her off once more.
"Stop Pansy! I don't care what you or my family think. Even if I wanted to date a girl it certainly wouldn't be you."
Pansy's eyes hardened a bit as she turned utterly cold staring at Draco before her.
"Don't care what your family thinks? Well, it's not as if you have a choice or say in any matter with your family. And you must care what your father thinks. You listen to his every word and do all his bidding for him, your caught in his little web of lies and deceit where he uses you as he wishes. Don't act as if you have control my sweet, for you have none whatsoever. You're just a mere puppet. And what would your precious father think if he knew that you broke up with me and were actually being friendly with the boy who lived, Harry Potter. I've seen you two together in the library laughing. Since when have the two of you become friends!?"
Her cold words carried like ice stabbing into Draco's weakened flesh. Still, Draco kept his stance and instead of showing any emotion he smiled cooly.
"Pansy, I never dated you therefore there is no way I could have broken up with you. Furthermore Potter and I aren't friends, we are just being civil for this potions project. I don't have any friends, nor do I need any!"
With that Draco turned his face away from her and took a seat at the table throughly ignoring her. Pansy grunted something inaudible and marched out of the room, still mumbling and pouting to herself. Draco knew though, somewhere deep inside, that Pansy was right about his father. Draco was just a silly puppet with his father. And he hated it but for once in his life had no control over it. And Draco hated that as well. But she was wrong about one thing... he wasn't becoming friends with Harry. Harry and him were just working together in order to complete the damn project. Just at that moment he lifted his silvery eyes and found the boy who lived staring at him. Draco felt a jolt run through his body and could sense a faint flush creeping into his pale face but he quickly dismissed the foreign emotion. Still, Harry's faded jade eyes glanced deeply into his own greyish ones and once again Draco found himself lost in their secrets and interminable hurt that lay deep within. But the look didn't last long before Draco broke it and stared down at the table. Damn! He let himself, once again, get stuck in those hypnotizing eyes. He didn't like to feel such a lack of self-control as he felt when he became lost in those forest green eyes. Why was Harry staring at him anyway? Did he see that big blowout with Pansy? It didn't matter, though, because when he lifted his eyes once again he saw that Harry was no longer staring in Draco's direction but rather talking fervently to his muggle friend Hermione and idiotic friend Ron.
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Does this voice remain?
Over broken clouds that scatter the arrogant sky
I forgot how to cry when I felt the last pain
Looking to the malevolent space I hide
Until I can breath....
Again
Now these eyes are piercing
I cant keep the sadness away
I would much rather run
Silent tears masking my face instead
I would much rather hide
Do you like the show?
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Huzzah, 'tis completed. Soon enough I know I am going to have to start writing the poems at the bottom on the spot. So far I have been lucky with finding all of these strewn in some of my lost files but who knows how long they will last. Anyway I do apologize for the lack of flow in this chapter. I'm starting to run out of ideas for the in-between parts. Ah, I know I can write better than this so please do stick with the story and hopefully it will improve. Okay, well please review.