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 knows what it's like, to be the bad man, to be the sad man, Behind blue eyes.//
"Behind Blue Eyes", Limp Bizkit
Epilogue
*Draco's POV*
Ever heard of marital bliss? Well, neither have I. But I have to admit, dating Harry Potter is an experience to remember. Did you know he had a fan club? Yep, the Ordinance For the Love and Worshipment of the Great Harry Potter. How do I know such a horrifically long name, you say? Simple. I was jumped by them last week and they tattooed it all over my body. Let's just say, ouch.
We had been openly seeing each other for about a month now, and I still couldn't stop smirking at the shocked glances we continued to receive. I remember it like it was yesterday. Our first victim was, of course, Madam Pomphrey. We were going at it like it was the end of the world and this was the last shag we'd ever have, when the old Nurse walked in on us. The thud when she hit the floor was audible two floors up.
Our next victim was Professor Snape. It wasn't as you imagine, I'm sure. He didn't come into the Infirmary, see us, and faint. Oh, no. We got him the next morning, at breakfast. Harry was at his table, just minding his own business, Professor Snape was at the Head table, eating breakfast like a good little Professor, and I was just coming in to the Great Hall. I glanced toward Potter, intending only to wink surreptitiously at the raven- haired Gryffindor, but Potter looked at me, ran a hand through his messy hair and smiled in a way that I suddenly found exceptionally alluring.
I was on him so fast I think I bowled over some Gryffindor's and a few Ravenclaws. My elbow knocked over the pitcher of pumpkin juice and his elbow turned the plate of eggs into the Weasel's lap. I pushed Potter down on the cleared space and straddled him, kissing him for all I was worth while running my hands through that deliciously messy hair. I heard several gasps, and thuds soon filled the Great Hall, but the sound that caught my attention was the 'stupify' cast by a strangled voice. I broke the kiss and looked up in time to see Severus fall to the floor in front of the staff table, a blissful look on his face. No one around him looked even remotely guilty, too busy staring at the spectacle of a Malfoy straddling a Potter. I came to one hilarious conclusion. Snape had stupified himself.
For the next few minutes I was quite unable to react. I laughed my ass right off of Potter and to the floor, where I rolled in an undignified heap of mirth for long, drawn-out moments. Potter eventually brought me to my senses, but still, I will remember that moment forever.I eventually told Potter what was so funny, and now, a week later, I still spontaneously burst into soft chuckles.
We entered the Transfiguration classroom hand in hand, both with identical smirks on our faces. I had taught Potter that little facial expression. It was sexy as hell and made the Professor's uncomfortable. We took out seats, unfortunately beside Granger and the Weasel, and settled to wait patiently for Professor McGonagall to come. After about a minute we got bored and started making out. The Weasel didn't appreciate this.
"Stop raping him, Malfoy!" he whispered furiously, just as I stuck my tongue down Potter's throat. I heard Granger try to shush him, but she didn't have much luck. "Hey, I'm talking to you, you stupid poufter!" At that little sentence, Potter broke the kiss, ignoring my moan of complaint, and glared at the Weasel.
"Watch how you talk to my boyfriend, Ron," Potter snapped. I grinned. You go, Potter! "You forget, what you call him you also call me."
"But I don't understand, Harry!" he whined, his cheeks growing red with annoyance. "How can you love a Malfoy? They're--"
"Loving, well-built, gorgeous--"
"Intelligent, ambitious, cunning--"
"Suave, debonair, dashing--" plugged in Potter, Granger and myself. We all paused, looked at each other, and laughed. That seemed to fuel Ron's rage even more.
"Damn it, Harry!" he cried.
"Damn what?" I asked curiously, smirking. The Weasel turned a horrid shade of purple and stood up, presumably to knock the smirk off my face. Ha, as if he ever could. Harry would throw him through a window. Ah, the joys of having an overprotective, extremely skilled wizard for a boyfriend. My smirk went up a notch at the thought.
"Mr Weasley, sit down. Class is in session," said a stern voice. We looked up to see Professor McGonagall watching us. "Alright, class, turn to page 492 of your text books...."
As the professor started the lesson, I turned to Potter and grinned. Potter smiled back, in that way that made me want to ravish him right where he was. Well, I was a Malfoy. Location never stopped me before....
"Mr Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall cried, scandalized. Her wrinkled face turned a bright, angry red. "Not in my classroom!" I released Potter's lips and grinned at the professor. When her face reddened more, I laughed. Potter joined me.
"I love you, Harry," I whispered, when McGonagall went back to her lesson.
"I love you too, Draco," Potter answered. As the moment called for it, I laid a kiss to rival many French kisses on Potter. As he began to respond, another shriek filled the classroom.
"Mr Malfoy!"
My, but it's good to be me.
***END***
This is the end of Behind Blue Eyes. I hope you all liked it. I have a sequel idea going, so if you would like one, just tell me. Generally, it will be in Harry's POV, and focus on his relationship with Draco and his fight against Voldemort. If that goes good, who knows.
Any additional comments or whatnot, check my profile for my email. I'd like to thank all of you for following through with this, and I hope you do the same for the sequel.
See you again, luvs!
Miaka ^_^
Draco: I'll be seeing you blighters again, that's for sure.
Harry: Draco, stop being so confrontational. *waves* Bye!
***
For anyone who wants to remember, here are the Malfoy family codes from this story for your referencing pleasure. Please remember that these are completely fictional, thought up by me and influenced by every author on this site. Thank you.
MALFOY FAMILY CODES
1. A Malfoy meets every situation with grace and finesse.
2. A Malfoy never stumbles.
3. A Malfoy is never used.
4. A Malfoy never backs down.
5. A Malfoy is never defeated.
6. A Malfoy is the epitome of intelligence and wit.
7. A Malfoy is always polite and well-mannered (unless under extreme duress).
8. A Malfoy always graduates from school (unless under extreme circumstances, ie; poverty)
9. A Malfoy never fails.
10. A Malfoy shows no pain, ever.
11. A Malfoy is never publicly humiliated.
12. A Malfoy let's no wrong done to him/her go unrighted. (ie; seek revenge)
13. A Malfoy is never propositioned, they do the propositioning.
14. A Malfoy always carries themself with dignity and pride.
15. A Malfoy is always on top, despite who you have to step on to get there.
There are other Malfoy rules, but I'll save them for another time, okay? ^_^ Bye!
(This story was beta-d by Saotoshi, at a freakin' un-Godly hour, so you all better appreciacte it ~Sao)
(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 knows what it's like, to be the bad man, to be the sad man, Behind blue eyes.//
"Behind Blue Eyes", Limp Bizkit
Epilogue
*Draco's POV*
Ever heard of marital bliss? Well, neither have I. But I have to admit, dating Harry Potter is an experience to remember. Did you know he had a fan club? Yep, the Ordinance For the Love and Worshipment of the Great Harry Potter. How do I know such a horrifically long name, you say? Simple. I was jumped by them last week and they tattooed it all over my body. Let's just say, ouch.
We had been openly seeing each other for about a month now, and I still couldn't stop smirking at the shocked glances we continued to receive. I remember it like it was yesterday. Our first victim was, of course, Madam Pomphrey. We were going at it like it was the end of the world and this was the last shag we'd ever have, when the old Nurse walked in on us. The thud when she hit the floor was audible two floors up.
Our next victim was Professor Snape. It wasn't as you imagine, I'm sure. He didn't come into the Infirmary, see us, and faint. Oh, no. We got him the next morning, at breakfast. Harry was at his table, just minding his own business, Professor Snape was at the Head table, eating breakfast like a good little Professor, and I was just coming in to the Great Hall. I glanced toward Potter, intending only to wink surreptitiously at the raven- haired Gryffindor, but Potter looked at me, ran a hand through his messy hair and smiled in a way that I suddenly found exceptionally alluring.
I was on him so fast I think I bowled over some Gryffindor's and a few Ravenclaws. My elbow knocked over the pitcher of pumpkin juice and his elbow turned the plate of eggs into the Weasel's lap. I pushed Potter down on the cleared space and straddled him, kissing him for all I was worth while running my hands through that deliciously messy hair. I heard several gasps, and thuds soon filled the Great Hall, but the sound that caught my attention was the 'stupify' cast by a strangled voice. I broke the kiss and looked up in time to see Severus fall to the floor in front of the staff table, a blissful look on his face. No one around him looked even remotely guilty, too busy staring at the spectacle of a Malfoy straddling a Potter. I came to one hilarious conclusion. Snape had stupified himself.
For the next few minutes I was quite unable to react. I laughed my ass right off of Potter and to the floor, where I rolled in an undignified heap of mirth for long, drawn-out moments. Potter eventually brought me to my senses, but still, I will remember that moment forever.I eventually told Potter what was so funny, and now, a week later, I still spontaneously burst into soft chuckles.
We entered the Transfiguration classroom hand in hand, both with identical smirks on our faces. I had taught Potter that little facial expression. It was sexy as hell and made the Professor's uncomfortable. We took out seats, unfortunately beside Granger and the Weasel, and settled to wait patiently for Professor McGonagall to come. After about a minute we got bored and started making out. The Weasel didn't appreciate this.
"Stop raping him, Malfoy!" he whispered furiously, just as I stuck my tongue down Potter's throat. I heard Granger try to shush him, but she didn't have much luck. "Hey, I'm talking to you, you stupid poufter!" At that little sentence, Potter broke the kiss, ignoring my moan of complaint, and glared at the Weasel.
"Watch how you talk to my boyfriend, Ron," Potter snapped. I grinned. You go, Potter! "You forget, what you call him you also call me."
"But I don't understand, Harry!" he whined, his cheeks growing red with annoyance. "How can you love a Malfoy? They're--"
"Loving, well-built, gorgeous--"
"Intelligent, ambitious, cunning--"
"Suave, debonair, dashing--" plugged in Potter, Granger and myself. We all paused, looked at each other, and laughed. That seemed to fuel Ron's rage even more.
"Damn it, Harry!" he cried.
"Damn what?" I asked curiously, smirking. The Weasel turned a horrid shade of purple and stood up, presumably to knock the smirk off my face. Ha, as if he ever could. Harry would throw him through a window. Ah, the joys of having an overprotective, extremely skilled wizard for a boyfriend. My smirk went up a notch at the thought.
"Mr Weasley, sit down. Class is in session," said a stern voice. We looked up to see Professor McGonagall watching us. "Alright, class, turn to page 492 of your text books...."
As the professor started the lesson, I turned to Potter and grinned. Potter smiled back, in that way that made me want to ravish him right where he was. Well, I was a Malfoy. Location never stopped me before....
"Mr Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall cried, scandalized. Her wrinkled face turned a bright, angry red. "Not in my classroom!" I released Potter's lips and grinned at the professor. When her face reddened more, I laughed. Potter joined me.
"I love you, Harry," I whispered, when McGonagall went back to her lesson.
"I love you too, Draco," Potter answered. As the moment called for it, I laid a kiss to rival many French kisses on Potter. As he began to respond, another shriek filled the classroom.
"Mr Malfoy!"
My, but it's good to be me.
***END***
This is the end of Behind Blue Eyes. I hope you all liked it. I have a sequel idea going, so if you would like one, just tell me. Generally, it will be in Harry's POV, and focus on his relationship with Draco and his fight against Voldemort. If that goes good, who knows.
Any additional comments or whatnot, check my profile for my email. I'd like to thank all of you for following through with this, and I hope you do the same for the sequel.
See you again, luvs!
Miaka ^_^
Draco: I'll be seeing you blighters again, that's for sure.
Harry: Draco, stop being so confrontational. *waves* Bye!
***
For anyone who wants to remember, here are the Malfoy family codes from this story for your referencing pleasure. Please remember that these are completely fictional, thought up by me and influenced by every author on this site. Thank you.
MALFOY FAMILY CODES
1. A Malfoy meets every situation with grace and finesse.
2. A Malfoy never stumbles.
3. A Malfoy is never used.
4. A Malfoy never backs down.
5. A Malfoy is never defeated.
6. A Malfoy is the epitome of intelligence and wit.
7. A Malfoy is always polite and well-mannered (unless under extreme duress).
8. A Malfoy always graduates from school (unless under extreme circumstances, ie; poverty)
9. A Malfoy never fails.
10. A Malfoy shows no pain, ever.
11. A Malfoy is never publicly humiliated.
12. A Malfoy let's no wrong done to him/her go unrighted. (ie; seek revenge)
13. A Malfoy is never propositioned, they do the propositioning.
14. A Malfoy always carries themself with dignity and pride.
15. A Malfoy is always on top, despite who you have to step on to get there.
There are other Malfoy rules, but I'll save them for another time, okay? ^_^ Bye!
(This story was beta-d by Saotoshi, at a freakin' un-Godly hour, so you all better appreciacte it ~Sao)
