Behind Blue Eyes
by Miaka Kennyuuki
(Song Fic) Slash - Draco/Harry PG-13
Summary: Draco contemplates how his life has been lived, and the one reason he wishes to change.
//No one bites back as hard when they're angered, none of my pain will, can show through.//
"Behind Blue Eyes", Limp Bizkit
*Draco's POV*
I confronted him about my feelings. Stupid, yes. Another Malfoy rule broken. Malfoy's are intelligent and witty. Guess I'm not a Malfoy, then. I actually approached Harry Potter during one of his 'read a big ass book' sessions. During these times he was sure to be alone. Guess he didn't want the mudblood or the Weasel to realise he was a tad bit smarter than they gave him credit for. I've seen them, treating him like he has the mental capacity of a field mouse. Bloody Gryffindors.
Anyway, it was a Saturday, everyone was in Hogsmeade but a few students, including Potter and I. He was up in a tree near the lake, and I moved to sit beneath the tree. I'm sure Potter noticed me, but said nothing. After all, the grounds were free for all, and if I wanted to sit at the bottom of a tree while Potter sat in it, well, that was how it was.
"I love you, you know," I said calmly and quietly. I heard a strangled gasp, then something extremely heavy beaned me on the head. I looked down and saw the large text that Potter had apparently been reading. Somewhat irrationally, I jumped up and started cursing at him. "You bloody idiot, what did you do that for?" I snapped, righteous anger plain on my face. And Potter snapped out of his shocked daze and glared down at me.
"Idiot? Me? You're the one spouting declarations of love while people are up in trees!" Potter shouted at me, swinging down and landing in front of me.
"I was merely stating a fact, Potter. No need to get so huffy about it," I said, smirking. Surprisingly, I felt exactly how I appeared at that moment, calm, collected, and distinctly amused. I wasn't like others usually were in such situations, all sweaty-palmed and cross-eyed. No, somehow I felt perfectly fine. I truly believed that my love for Harry Potter was merely a fact now, not something to agonize over all the time. I had come to grips with my feelings, and decided not to pull a Tomas, as we now called that incident.
"A fact?!" Potter gasped, that strangled tone coming back. "I-I.."
"No need to say anything, Potter. I just figured today was as good as any to tell you," I said, still strangely calm. "Good day." And I left the poor Boy-Who-Lived gaping like a fish and muttering to himself. I was satisfied with the effect of my words all the way to the Slytherin dorms, then it all hit me in one go. I had just told Harry Bloody Potter that I loved him!
After a moment, I was ready to calm down. I mean, nothing was wrong, right? Nothing could possibly change? Maybe a few weird looks, maybe deep contemplation for a time, but aside from that, no--
"I saw you and Potter, Draco."
--thing, but that. Pansy Parkinson stood before me, dressed to the nines in the ugliest shade of purple I've ever seen, and a smug look on her face.
"Come again?" I said, unsure I had heard correctly. Pansy had always liked me, to the point of obsession, almost. She could simply be having a halucination about me again.
"I saw you and Potter, at the tree beside the lake. Heard you, too," she said, in her slimey way. She smiled that sickly smile I'd grown to hate, because it meant things were going her way. "I wonder what dear Mr. Lucius would think of this?" She made one of those horrible dying sounds she called giggles. "What do you think, Draco?"
I resisted the temptation to choke her. Slytherins already had a bad rep because of the stunt Tomas pulled. Being caught with the body of Pansy would not go down well, and wouldn't end well for me either. Stupid bitch. Never did know her place. "I think, Parkinson, that you are way out of line," I snapped, fed up with her tiptoeing around the subject. "How much do I have to pay you? Well, tell me. I haven't got all day."
At my angry yet dignified snarl, Pansy scowled. Maybe she realised she was talking to a Malfoy. "Your name means nothing to me, Draco, so drop the act and do as I say." Maybe not. "I don't want any money. Far from it. I want what Potter already has--"
"More talent than you in most things? My, that's a tall order, even for you," I said in my usual condescending tones. Pansy scowled harder.
"I'd watch it if I were you, Draco. I hold the cards now, and I plan to tell your father if you don't cooperate," Pansy snapped. I thought about that for a minute. Hm, give Pansy what she wants, avoid the whole family drama thing. Refuse, get tortured by my father and humiliated by my peers. What exactly did I have to do?
"Tell me what you wish, then I'll weigh the possibilities," I said nonchalantly.
"You don't have a choice!" Pansy screamed. "I want you to give me everything that you are, for a week."
"You want my clothes, good looks and charm?" I asked, confused and amused.
"No! I want you, Draco. Every inch of you, every centimeter. I want to own you, as Potter owns you. I want you to be mine," she panted, still exhuasted from her anger.
I pretended to contemplate, but I already knew my answer. Really, who would want forced sex with Pansy. "I think I'll pass, old girl. Have the house elves bring me some tea, please," I said. I patted Pansy on the head. "That's a good girl." As I turned to enter my dorm room, I could hear Pansy seething.
"I'll get you, Draco, and your little Potter, too! You'll both be ruined!" she cried. I sucked in a breath nervously. Pansy darted away, most likely to the owlry.
This wasn't good. I was so dead, wasn't I?
***TBC***
(Song Fic) Slash - Draco/Harry PG-13
Summary: Draco contemplates how his life has been lived, and the one reason he wishes to change.
//No one bites back as hard when they're angered, none of my pain will, can show through.//
"Behind Blue Eyes", Limp Bizkit
*Draco's POV*
I confronted him about my feelings. Stupid, yes. Another Malfoy rule broken. Malfoy's are intelligent and witty. Guess I'm not a Malfoy, then. I actually approached Harry Potter during one of his 'read a big ass book' sessions. During these times he was sure to be alone. Guess he didn't want the mudblood or the Weasel to realise he was a tad bit smarter than they gave him credit for. I've seen them, treating him like he has the mental capacity of a field mouse. Bloody Gryffindors.
Anyway, it was a Saturday, everyone was in Hogsmeade but a few students, including Potter and I. He was up in a tree near the lake, and I moved to sit beneath the tree. I'm sure Potter noticed me, but said nothing. After all, the grounds were free for all, and if I wanted to sit at the bottom of a tree while Potter sat in it, well, that was how it was.
"I love you, you know," I said calmly and quietly. I heard a strangled gasp, then something extremely heavy beaned me on the head. I looked down and saw the large text that Potter had apparently been reading. Somewhat irrationally, I jumped up and started cursing at him. "You bloody idiot, what did you do that for?" I snapped, righteous anger plain on my face. And Potter snapped out of his shocked daze and glared down at me.
"Idiot? Me? You're the one spouting declarations of love while people are up in trees!" Potter shouted at me, swinging down and landing in front of me.
"I was merely stating a fact, Potter. No need to get so huffy about it," I said, smirking. Surprisingly, I felt exactly how I appeared at that moment, calm, collected, and distinctly amused. I wasn't like others usually were in such situations, all sweaty-palmed and cross-eyed. No, somehow I felt perfectly fine. I truly believed that my love for Harry Potter was merely a fact now, not something to agonize over all the time. I had come to grips with my feelings, and decided not to pull a Tomas, as we now called that incident.
"A fact?!" Potter gasped, that strangled tone coming back. "I-I.."
"No need to say anything, Potter. I just figured today was as good as any to tell you," I said, still strangely calm. "Good day." And I left the poor Boy-Who-Lived gaping like a fish and muttering to himself. I was satisfied with the effect of my words all the way to the Slytherin dorms, then it all hit me in one go. I had just told Harry Bloody Potter that I loved him!
After a moment, I was ready to calm down. I mean, nothing was wrong, right? Nothing could possibly change? Maybe a few weird looks, maybe deep contemplation for a time, but aside from that, no--
"I saw you and Potter, Draco."
--thing, but that. Pansy Parkinson stood before me, dressed to the nines in the ugliest shade of purple I've ever seen, and a smug look on her face.
"Come again?" I said, unsure I had heard correctly. Pansy had always liked me, to the point of obsession, almost. She could simply be having a halucination about me again.
"I saw you and Potter, at the tree beside the lake. Heard you, too," she said, in her slimey way. She smiled that sickly smile I'd grown to hate, because it meant things were going her way. "I wonder what dear Mr. Lucius would think of this?" She made one of those horrible dying sounds she called giggles. "What do you think, Draco?"
I resisted the temptation to choke her. Slytherins already had a bad rep because of the stunt Tomas pulled. Being caught with the body of Pansy would not go down well, and wouldn't end well for me either. Stupid bitch. Never did know her place. "I think, Parkinson, that you are way out of line," I snapped, fed up with her tiptoeing around the subject. "How much do I have to pay you? Well, tell me. I haven't got all day."
At my angry yet dignified snarl, Pansy scowled. Maybe she realised she was talking to a Malfoy. "Your name means nothing to me, Draco, so drop the act and do as I say." Maybe not. "I don't want any money. Far from it. I want what Potter already has--"
"More talent than you in most things? My, that's a tall order, even for you," I said in my usual condescending tones. Pansy scowled harder.
"I'd watch it if I were you, Draco. I hold the cards now, and I plan to tell your father if you don't cooperate," Pansy snapped. I thought about that for a minute. Hm, give Pansy what she wants, avoid the whole family drama thing. Refuse, get tortured by my father and humiliated by my peers. What exactly did I have to do?
"Tell me what you wish, then I'll weigh the possibilities," I said nonchalantly.
"You don't have a choice!" Pansy screamed. "I want you to give me everything that you are, for a week."
"You want my clothes, good looks and charm?" I asked, confused and amused.
"No! I want you, Draco. Every inch of you, every centimeter. I want to own you, as Potter owns you. I want you to be mine," she panted, still exhuasted from her anger.
I pretended to contemplate, but I already knew my answer. Really, who would want forced sex with Pansy. "I think I'll pass, old girl. Have the house elves bring me some tea, please," I said. I patted Pansy on the head. "That's a good girl." As I turned to enter my dorm room, I could hear Pansy seething.
"I'll get you, Draco, and your little Potter, too! You'll both be ruined!" she cried. I sucked in a breath nervously. Pansy darted away, most likely to the owlry.
This wasn't good. I was so dead, wasn't I?
***TBC***
