Hi everybody! I'm really sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been busy
with cheerleading and trying to throw a pep rally together in two weeks,
which is not easy at all may I remind you plus I've had a major writers
block so I sooooooooo sorry! OK with the Matthew Cunningham Character, I
did not create him from Matthew McConaughey or whatever. I didn't even
realize that it seemed that way until my brother pointed it out to me. I
just stuck two names together!
Chapter 3
Draco strode to his dark room and slammed the door closed. It was already nightfall and both he and Hermione had missed all their classes. Breathing heavily, he slid down the back of the door and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "Father was right, I should never associate myself with people lower that dirt." Echoed through his mind. He had regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth 'Why,' he thought 'Why do I always have to push people away? Make them hate me more than they already do?' running a shaking hand through his hair, he pulled the white-blond locks almost to the point of pain. 'I promised my self over and over that I would be nothing like him.' Picking himself up, he staggered to the bed and lay down, wanting to scream out his pain.
"Nothing," Draco whispered, "Nothing could be worse than the pain that I'm feeling now." Suddenly, his mind flew back to one certain object he had hidden deep within his trunk for safekeeping. He scrambled off his bed, down onto his knees and began to crawl towards his trunk. Throwing things from the wooden box, his hands finally landed on the sweet prize that would release him from all of his pain, and this time not just for a little while.
Sitting back on his heals, he sighed in anticipation and licked his lips. Upon opening the black velvet satchel, a brilliant warmth spread through his body. The warmth of happiness and satisfaction that something dreadful and hideous will be over very soon. Draco slid the object from the bag and held it up to his face to inspect the glorious goods.
"Aaaaa" he breathed "My knife. How long it has been since I have felt your razor-sharp blade pierce my marred skin. But I fear that this is the last time that either of us will see the other again." Bringing it down to his wrist, he felt the cool metal against his skin and shivered a little. "I have no regrets," Draco whispered, "Good bye mother. I always loved you and I always will................................wait no I can't do this," he continued his body beginning to quake violently, "mother...I remember when you first caught me slitting my wrists. You found me in my closet where I was hiding from father, after he beat me...you wouldn't stop crying...and asking where why you didn't trust your instincts...and ran away with me when I was first born. We ended up crying together all night that night. I still have so much to live for, for you, for me, and maybe just maybe... H-Her-Hermione." He stuttered out. "I never hated her, I just hated every thing about her, everything she stood for because she just seemed so perfect." Dropping the knife, he lay on his bed and let the tears fall.
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Unbeknownst to him, the girl he was thinking of was sitting right outside his bedroom door. Hermione had stopped crying after a while and had come to apologize to Draco. She didn't know why she felt the need to do so, but she felt as if she needed to say sorry for blowing up at him, and maybe get some things off of her chest. Hermione felt that Draco had changed. He was different. Not different like his hair and clothes, different like something had happened to his sprit, his soul.
Lying down in front of his door she heard something clutter to the floor and quiet sobs coming form Draco. '
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Hermione had almost fallen asleep in front of Draco's door when she heard gentle singing and the soft plucking of guitar strings wafting out from under the door. Straining her ears to hear the words she closed her eyes and listened.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feeling's
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain an' woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated
To be defeated
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows how to say
That they're sorry
An' don't worry
I'm not telling lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
By the end of the song, Hermione was in tears. She had never known he felt all of these things. Just like her he was dying inside and nobody was there to help him. Standing up, Hermione walked out of the portrait wanting some time to think about all that's happened on the first day of school.
Chapter 3
Draco strode to his dark room and slammed the door closed. It was already nightfall and both he and Hermione had missed all their classes. Breathing heavily, he slid down the back of the door and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "Father was right, I should never associate myself with people lower that dirt." Echoed through his mind. He had regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth 'Why,' he thought 'Why do I always have to push people away? Make them hate me more than they already do?' running a shaking hand through his hair, he pulled the white-blond locks almost to the point of pain. 'I promised my self over and over that I would be nothing like him.' Picking himself up, he staggered to the bed and lay down, wanting to scream out his pain.
"Nothing," Draco whispered, "Nothing could be worse than the pain that I'm feeling now." Suddenly, his mind flew back to one certain object he had hidden deep within his trunk for safekeeping. He scrambled off his bed, down onto his knees and began to crawl towards his trunk. Throwing things from the wooden box, his hands finally landed on the sweet prize that would release him from all of his pain, and this time not just for a little while.
Sitting back on his heals, he sighed in anticipation and licked his lips. Upon opening the black velvet satchel, a brilliant warmth spread through his body. The warmth of happiness and satisfaction that something dreadful and hideous will be over very soon. Draco slid the object from the bag and held it up to his face to inspect the glorious goods.
"Aaaaa" he breathed "My knife. How long it has been since I have felt your razor-sharp blade pierce my marred skin. But I fear that this is the last time that either of us will see the other again." Bringing it down to his wrist, he felt the cool metal against his skin and shivered a little. "I have no regrets," Draco whispered, "Good bye mother. I always loved you and I always will................................wait no I can't do this," he continued his body beginning to quake violently, "mother...I remember when you first caught me slitting my wrists. You found me in my closet where I was hiding from father, after he beat me...you wouldn't stop crying...and asking where why you didn't trust your instincts...and ran away with me when I was first born. We ended up crying together all night that night. I still have so much to live for, for you, for me, and maybe just maybe... H-Her-Hermione." He stuttered out. "I never hated her, I just hated every thing about her, everything she stood for because she just seemed so perfect." Dropping the knife, he lay on his bed and let the tears fall.
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Unbeknownst to him, the girl he was thinking of was sitting right outside his bedroom door. Hermione had stopped crying after a while and had come to apologize to Draco. She didn't know why she felt the need to do so, but she felt as if she needed to say sorry for blowing up at him, and maybe get some things off of her chest. Hermione felt that Draco had changed. He was different. Not different like his hair and clothes, different like something had happened to his sprit, his soul.
Lying down in front of his door she heard something clutter to the floor and quiet sobs coming form Draco. '
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Hermione had almost fallen asleep in front of Draco's door when she heard gentle singing and the soft plucking of guitar strings wafting out from under the door. Straining her ears to hear the words she closed her eyes and listened.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feeling's
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain an' woe
Can show through
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated
To be defeated
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows how to say
That they're sorry
An' don't worry
I'm not telling lies
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
By the end of the song, Hermione was in tears. She had never known he felt all of these things. Just like her he was dying inside and nobody was there to help him. Standing up, Hermione walked out of the portrait wanting some time to think about all that's happened on the first day of school.