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.
//And no one knows how to say that they're sorry, and don't worry, I'm not tellin' lies.//
"Behind Blue Eyes", Limp Bizkit
*Draco's POV*
I woke up in the Infirmary, a headache the size of an Erumpent and pains in just about every part of my body. If I was a normal teenager, I might have groaned. But I was a Malfoy. We didn't show pain, remember? Right about now I want to find the Malfoy that made up the Family Rulebook and kick them in the gonads. Stupid fuck. Making up bloody rules to follow for every bloody situation....bloody git...
"Are you awake, Malfoy?" said a very, very familiar voice.
Hello! Jackpot! Potter was at my bedside. Had he been crying? Was he heart broken that I had been hurt? Was he about ready to declare his undying love?
"Got yourself in a bit of a fight with the wrong end of a wand, eh? You deserved it," Potter said.
Guess not. Well, one could dream, right? Life was shaped around dreams. Sometimes I imagined that our entire world was one big dream of one single man. Like that muggle game for Dreamcast, Time Stalkers. It was about this crazy old man, kind of like Dumbledore, who snatched people from their own worlds for his own amusement. It had a catchy tune, also. How did it go? Time, time is everything...
"Malfoy!" Potter cried. "Get your head out of your arse and listen to me!"
My blue eyes widened and I huffed. "You needn't be so rude, Potter. I was merely thinking. Now I know the concept is a bit lost on you..." I said, smirking when Potter's face turned red. Damn, he looked even more desirable angry.
"Shove it, Malfoy. I only came to tell you that you deserved whatever you got," Potter snapped, then he looked down and blushed. "And that I was worried when you left after you got that letter."
I grinned. Yes, grinned. I shined my pearly whites like there was no tomorrow. Harry Potter, the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived, was worried about me. I wonder how the Weasel and Granger would take this.
"Really, Potter? Worried about a Malfoy? Are you certain you didn't come for treatment for yourself?" I said, snidely but good naturedly. "I'm honoured, Potter, that at least during your mentally unstable moments I am thought of."
"I am not mentally unstable, Malfoy! I simply wished to see how you were. Is that a crime these days?!" Potter demanded, turning that fetching angry red again.
"But of course," I said, smirking. "Nothing strange is legal, and Potter, this is definitely strange. If I wasn't bedridden at the moment, I'd get up and knock some sense into you." Inwardly I laughed. Gryffindor's Golden Boy had come to see me, Draco Malfoy, and he was adorably embarassed about it. "Say what you came to say, Potter, then go away. I have some major healing to do."
Potter scowled, but settled down in his chair more and took off his glasses. "What did your father do to you, Draco?" he asked seriously. Of course, I couldn't let this seriousness continue.
"Draco is it? Since when have you called me Draco, Potter. Been having some interesting dreams?" I said, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Potter blushed, then growled low in his throat. I relented. What if Potter was a lion animagus and ripped me to streds for angering him? Didn't want that, did I? "What did my father do to me? Hm, after the first Cruciatus Curse, I sort of passed out." I scowled. "Normally I last longer, but I guess this week has been a bit more eventful than my heart could take."
Potter gasped when I mentioned the curse, and blushed for some reason, when I said the word heart. We sat there for several minutes, not saying anything for several minutes. Then Potter leaned forward, his eyes greener than I'd ever seen them. Unfortunately, my mouth ran out on me before I could catch it, and I murmured that last thought out loud. Potter blushed, then looked up with determined emerald irises.
"Malfoy...Draco, I have something to tell you," he said, that tacky Gryffindor courage reflecting in every word, as well as a healthy fear of what he was about to say. He definitely had my attention now. "Look, Draco, I'm sorry for all the things my friends and I did to you over the years--"
"You're sorry? What in the bloody hell--" I began, confused. Why was Potter apologizing? This wasn't how the script went. It was supposed to be the standard,'Potter I'm sorry,' and 'Malfoy, I accept your apology, let's be friends' bit. What in the bloody hell was going on?
"Don't interrupt," Potter snapped, glaring. I backed down. Though his glare is fetching also, it makes it no less deadly. "As I was saying, I apologize for that. I was worried about you when you got that letter and turned paler than usual..." At this I glared. My skin was very healthy, thank you very much. "...and I wanted to make sure you were alright," he said quickly.
"Well, that's all well and good, Potter--Urp," I began. I never got to finish my question. I mean, who could talk when someone's lips were plastered to theirs? After about a minute, Potter pulled back with a nervous look in his eyes. He most likely didn't know how to gauge my reaction, even though I'd professed my love. I smirked. Sometimes it was good to be a Malfoy. Everyone believed you were volatile and dangerous.
"Hand me that vial of blue liquid over there, Potter," I said quietly. Nervously, Potter handed me the healing potion. I downed it in one gulp, then grinned. Grabbing each side of his face, I pulled him close. "Ok, now lay it on me." Potter stared at me in shock, before shrugging and kissing me again. This time we didn't come up for air for a good long while.
Merlin, do I love the Malfoy charm. *wink wink*
(But my dreams, they're aren't as empty, as my conscience seem to be I have hours only lonely my love is vengence that's never free.)
***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.
//And no one knows how to say that they're sorry, and don't worry, I'm not tellin' lies.//
"Behind Blue Eyes", Limp Bizkit
*Draco's POV*
I woke up in the Infirmary, a headache the size of an Erumpent and pains in just about every part of my body. If I was a normal teenager, I might have groaned. But I was a Malfoy. We didn't show pain, remember? Right about now I want to find the Malfoy that made up the Family Rulebook and kick them in the gonads. Stupid fuck. Making up bloody rules to follow for every bloody situation....bloody git...
"Are you awake, Malfoy?" said a very, very familiar voice.
Hello! Jackpot! Potter was at my bedside. Had he been crying? Was he heart broken that I had been hurt? Was he about ready to declare his undying love?
"Got yourself in a bit of a fight with the wrong end of a wand, eh? You deserved it," Potter said.
Guess not. Well, one could dream, right? Life was shaped around dreams. Sometimes I imagined that our entire world was one big dream of one single man. Like that muggle game for Dreamcast, Time Stalkers. It was about this crazy old man, kind of like Dumbledore, who snatched people from their own worlds for his own amusement. It had a catchy tune, also. How did it go? Time, time is everything...
"Malfoy!" Potter cried. "Get your head out of your arse and listen to me!"
My blue eyes widened and I huffed. "You needn't be so rude, Potter. I was merely thinking. Now I know the concept is a bit lost on you..." I said, smirking when Potter's face turned red. Damn, he looked even more desirable angry.
"Shove it, Malfoy. I only came to tell you that you deserved whatever you got," Potter snapped, then he looked down and blushed. "And that I was worried when you left after you got that letter."
I grinned. Yes, grinned. I shined my pearly whites like there was no tomorrow. Harry Potter, the Bloody-Boy-Who-Lived, was worried about me. I wonder how the Weasel and Granger would take this.
"Really, Potter? Worried about a Malfoy? Are you certain you didn't come for treatment for yourself?" I said, snidely but good naturedly. "I'm honoured, Potter, that at least during your mentally unstable moments I am thought of."
"I am not mentally unstable, Malfoy! I simply wished to see how you were. Is that a crime these days?!" Potter demanded, turning that fetching angry red again.
"But of course," I said, smirking. "Nothing strange is legal, and Potter, this is definitely strange. If I wasn't bedridden at the moment, I'd get up and knock some sense into you." Inwardly I laughed. Gryffindor's Golden Boy had come to see me, Draco Malfoy, and he was adorably embarassed about it. "Say what you came to say, Potter, then go away. I have some major healing to do."
Potter scowled, but settled down in his chair more and took off his glasses. "What did your father do to you, Draco?" he asked seriously. Of course, I couldn't let this seriousness continue.
"Draco is it? Since when have you called me Draco, Potter. Been having some interesting dreams?" I said, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. Potter blushed, then growled low in his throat. I relented. What if Potter was a lion animagus and ripped me to streds for angering him? Didn't want that, did I? "What did my father do to me? Hm, after the first Cruciatus Curse, I sort of passed out." I scowled. "Normally I last longer, but I guess this week has been a bit more eventful than my heart could take."
Potter gasped when I mentioned the curse, and blushed for some reason, when I said the word heart. We sat there for several minutes, not saying anything for several minutes. Then Potter leaned forward, his eyes greener than I'd ever seen them. Unfortunately, my mouth ran out on me before I could catch it, and I murmured that last thought out loud. Potter blushed, then looked up with determined emerald irises.
"Malfoy...Draco, I have something to tell you," he said, that tacky Gryffindor courage reflecting in every word, as well as a healthy fear of what he was about to say. He definitely had my attention now. "Look, Draco, I'm sorry for all the things my friends and I did to you over the years--"
"You're sorry? What in the bloody hell--" I began, confused. Why was Potter apologizing? This wasn't how the script went. It was supposed to be the standard,'Potter I'm sorry,' and 'Malfoy, I accept your apology, let's be friends' bit. What in the bloody hell was going on?
"Don't interrupt," Potter snapped, glaring. I backed down. Though his glare is fetching also, it makes it no less deadly. "As I was saying, I apologize for that. I was worried about you when you got that letter and turned paler than usual..." At this I glared. My skin was very healthy, thank you very much. "...and I wanted to make sure you were alright," he said quickly.
"Well, that's all well and good, Potter--Urp," I began. I never got to finish my question. I mean, who could talk when someone's lips were plastered to theirs? After about a minute, Potter pulled back with a nervous look in his eyes. He most likely didn't know how to gauge my reaction, even though I'd professed my love. I smirked. Sometimes it was good to be a Malfoy. Everyone believed you were volatile and dangerous.
"Hand me that vial of blue liquid over there, Potter," I said quietly. Nervously, Potter handed me the healing potion. I downed it in one gulp, then grinned. Grabbing each side of his face, I pulled him close. "Ok, now lay it on me." Potter stared at me in shock, before shrugging and kissing me again. This time we didn't come up for air for a good long while.
Merlin, do I love the Malfoy charm. *wink wink*
(But my dreams, they're aren't as empty, as my conscience seem to be I have hours only lonely my love is vengence that's never free.)
***TBC***
