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Diclaimer2: The lyrics to Numb belong to Linkin Park.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Draco Malfoy was in his room at the Malfoy Manor getting ready for the ball his parents were throwing to celebrate his engagement to Pansy Parkinson. He didn't love Pansy. It was an arranged marriage that had been planned since they had be born and he couldn't go against his father's wishes. 'Father pft!' thought Draco bitterly. Lucius Malfoy was no father, more like sperm donor. No, real fathers didn't beat their children for making simple mistakes. At that moment Lucius just happened to drop by. Draco kept a cool, calm expression on his face as his father approached.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
"Draco," his father began. "Yes, Father?" Draco replied still looking straight into the mirror in front of him. "I don't think I need to remind you once again of how important tonight is to your future, do I?" Draco's face remained emotionless. "No Father." "Good. There will be very important people here tonight. Everyone from the inner circle will be in attendance. So it is pertinent that you must be on your best behavior. We must keep up appearances." "Best behavior?" inquired Draco with a look of distaste clear on his face. "What am I, five Father?" Lucius spun Draco around to face him. "Do you think this is a joke? Do you? This night decides the rest of your life. Do you understand that?" Draco looked at him crossly. "Like you really give a shit about me? All you care about is yourself and how you look." Lucius struck Draco across the face. "You are my son! You will not embarrass me. Do as I say or you will suffer the consequences," he finished. With that he swept from the room, robes billowing behind him.
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Draco turned back to the mirror with a sullen look on his handsome face. It now had a red mark starting to form in the shape of his father's hand. He quickly muttered a charm to make the bruise go away. He was straightening his dress robes when his house elf came in to announce that Pansy had arrived. He stood and looked back at his reflection one last time before he decide what he needed to do.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Draco met Pansy at the entrance to the ballroom. "Hello Darling," Pansy greeted him. He gave her a small smile. "You look lovely," he complimented her. Pansy was an okay girl but he didn't love her and probably never would. Pansy thanked him as he outstretched his arm towards her which she accepted.
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Draco and Pansy entered the ballroom to be bombarded by guest eager to offer their congratulations on the upcoming nuptials. Draco merely nodded curtly and gave fake smiles. Meanwhile his bride to be was gushing on and on about the ceremony to any and everyone who would listen. Draco looked around the ballroom hoping to see a friendly, familiar face somewhere. Instead he met the cold glare of his father standing amongst members of the inner circle. Lucius raised a hand to beckon the two of them over there, shooting a warning look at his son. Draco caught the hidden meaning but kept his face impassive as he urged Pansy toward his father.
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
"Ah, Pansy, darling you get more beautiful every time I see you, doesn't she Draco?" sending a pointedly look towards his son. Draco put on the best forced smile he could up muster up. "Words can't describe how beautiful," he replied with a hint of sarcasm. However no one picked up on it besides his father. Everyone else just assumed he was complimenting his fiancée. The conversation drown on about the wedding. Where it was being held. The guest on the invitation list, and so forth. Then the conversation turned to the one topic Draco did not want to discuss. Not tonight. Not ever.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
"So your mother and father have informed us that you'll be receiving the Dark Mark soon after the wedding," said a man that Draco recognized as MacNair. Draco nodded at him but said nothing. This did not seem to please Lucius at all. He took this opportunity to speak for his son. "Yes, he will receive it and he is very honored. Aren't you son?" he said glaring at him with his eyes narrowed. Draco stood his ground and glared back. However instead of saying how he truly felt, he remembered his fathers words from earlier. "Of course," he replied with a slight sneer on his face. Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, could sense then tension between father and son and quickly deterred the conversation back to the wedding.
The party kept going until around one o'clock. Pansy and Draco were see the last guest out the door. "Thank you for coming," Pansy smiled graciously to the departing guests. Draco merely nodded again for the thousandth time that night. "Phew, I'm glad that's over and done with." "Pansy, darling, I'm kind of tired. So, I'm just going to head up to bed okay?" He turned to leave but her voice stopped him. "Draco, are you okay?" He could sense that she was worried about him. He gave her a small smile and kissed her check. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." "Are you sure?" He gave her a reassuring hug. "It will be. In the end everything will be fine," he smiled at her, "I'll see you later." "Okay, if you say so." She turned to leave but not before glancing back one more time but Draco was already retreating up the stairs.
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Draco entered his room with a sense of determination. He knew what he needed to do. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but he knew he had to. He refused to live the life his father had planned out for him. He wouldn't be like him. The man who had tortured him his entire life. The man who put his own son down to make himself feel better. No, he would not become the monster that is his father. It was time to make something of himself. He no longer wanted to strive to become that perfect son, that perfect Death Eater. No, instead he was going to do the one thing he swore he would never do. Draco gathered his belongings and with a crack he left the Malfoy Manor for good. Draco Malfoy had gone to go see his old headmaster.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
A/N: As always reviews are much appreciated! Thanks!
Diclaimer2: The lyrics to Numb belong to Linkin Park.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Draco Malfoy was in his room at the Malfoy Manor getting ready for the ball his parents were throwing to celebrate his engagement to Pansy Parkinson. He didn't love Pansy. It was an arranged marriage that had been planned since they had be born and he couldn't go against his father's wishes. 'Father pft!' thought Draco bitterly. Lucius Malfoy was no father, more like sperm donor. No, real fathers didn't beat their children for making simple mistakes. At that moment Lucius just happened to drop by. Draco kept a cool, calm expression on his face as his father approached.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
"Draco," his father began. "Yes, Father?" Draco replied still looking straight into the mirror in front of him. "I don't think I need to remind you once again of how important tonight is to your future, do I?" Draco's face remained emotionless. "No Father." "Good. There will be very important people here tonight. Everyone from the inner circle will be in attendance. So it is pertinent that you must be on your best behavior. We must keep up appearances." "Best behavior?" inquired Draco with a look of distaste clear on his face. "What am I, five Father?" Lucius spun Draco around to face him. "Do you think this is a joke? Do you? This night decides the rest of your life. Do you understand that?" Draco looked at him crossly. "Like you really give a shit about me? All you care about is yourself and how you look." Lucius struck Draco across the face. "You are my son! You will not embarrass me. Do as I say or you will suffer the consequences," he finished. With that he swept from the room, robes billowing behind him.
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Draco turned back to the mirror with a sullen look on his handsome face. It now had a red mark starting to form in the shape of his father's hand. He quickly muttered a charm to make the bruise go away. He was straightening his dress robes when his house elf came in to announce that Pansy had arrived. He stood and looked back at his reflection one last time before he decide what he needed to do.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Draco met Pansy at the entrance to the ballroom. "Hello Darling," Pansy greeted him. He gave her a small smile. "You look lovely," he complimented her. Pansy was an okay girl but he didn't love her and probably never would. Pansy thanked him as he outstretched his arm towards her which she accepted.
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
Draco and Pansy entered the ballroom to be bombarded by guest eager to offer their congratulations on the upcoming nuptials. Draco merely nodded curtly and gave fake smiles. Meanwhile his bride to be was gushing on and on about the ceremony to any and everyone who would listen. Draco looked around the ballroom hoping to see a friendly, familiar face somewhere. Instead he met the cold glare of his father standing amongst members of the inner circle. Lucius raised a hand to beckon the two of them over there, shooting a warning look at his son. Draco caught the hidden meaning but kept his face impassive as he urged Pansy toward his father.
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
"Ah, Pansy, darling you get more beautiful every time I see you, doesn't she Draco?" sending a pointedly look towards his son. Draco put on the best forced smile he could up muster up. "Words can't describe how beautiful," he replied with a hint of sarcasm. However no one picked up on it besides his father. Everyone else just assumed he was complimenting his fiancée. The conversation drown on about the wedding. Where it was being held. The guest on the invitation list, and so forth. Then the conversation turned to the one topic Draco did not want to discuss. Not tonight. Not ever.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
"So your mother and father have informed us that you'll be receiving the Dark Mark soon after the wedding," said a man that Draco recognized as MacNair. Draco nodded at him but said nothing. This did not seem to please Lucius at all. He took this opportunity to speak for his son. "Yes, he will receive it and he is very honored. Aren't you son?" he said glaring at him with his eyes narrowed. Draco stood his ground and glared back. However instead of saying how he truly felt, he remembered his fathers words from earlier. "Of course," he replied with a slight sneer on his face. Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, could sense then tension between father and son and quickly deterred the conversation back to the wedding.
The party kept going until around one o'clock. Pansy and Draco were see the last guest out the door. "Thank you for coming," Pansy smiled graciously to the departing guests. Draco merely nodded again for the thousandth time that night. "Phew, I'm glad that's over and done with." "Pansy, darling, I'm kind of tired. So, I'm just going to head up to bed okay?" He turned to leave but her voice stopped him. "Draco, are you okay?" He could sense that she was worried about him. He gave her a small smile and kissed her check. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." "Are you sure?" He gave her a reassuring hug. "It will be. In the end everything will be fine," he smiled at her, "I'll see you later." "Okay, if you say so." She turned to leave but not before glancing back one more time but Draco was already retreating up the stairs.
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Draco entered his room with a sense of determination. He knew what he needed to do. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but he knew he had to. He refused to live the life his father had planned out for him. He wouldn't be like him. The man who had tortured him his entire life. The man who put his own son down to make himself feel better. No, he would not become the monster that is his father. It was time to make something of himself. He no longer wanted to strive to become that perfect son, that perfect Death Eater. No, instead he was going to do the one thing he swore he would never do. Draco gathered his belongings and with a crack he left the Malfoy Manor for good. Draco Malfoy had gone to go see his old headmaster.
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
A/N: As always reviews are much appreciated! Thanks!