Save Me
Disclaimer: I know I don't own anything I wasn't born to lie But I am here writing But the plot is all mine And yes I know this is fiction I know this isn't true But please help me with your suggestions Oh yes I love reviews!
A/n: hehe another depressing chappy but the next one is going to be happy because Draco is going to reminisce about Pansy but... uhm... shhh... I won't tell! ( haha anyway this poem is another nice one I got... it's called A Soul Saved, A Heart Broke by Morgan Le Fay.
The Truth behind It All: Save Me...
Pansy was sitting in her favorite and least favorite spot in the world. Favorite because it was where she fell in love and least favorite because it was where she lost it all. She buried her face in her hands as memories flooded her brain.
This Juliet was bleeding
her soul's bright fire dim
in a life of sorrows
it was sink or swim.
Pansy stared into the vastness of her room, she hated it, it was so empty so plain, so blank. She hated her life, her parents expected so much from her, she was hated, and yet she felt the lack of attention. She felt too scared to sink and just let herself be drowned into this imaginary world where she was not herself and too tired to swim to shore to find her real self and be happy, yet she wanted this whole "SHIT" to be over with.
She went down and passed the Great Hall, she didn't want to be seen, heard or bothered by anyone, and she just wanted to be alone. She walked out into the rocky spot where she sat and put her feet into the cold lake. She stared long and hard into her reflection when suddenly it became cloudy and familiar gray eyes looked into her own. She gasped and turned to see Draco looking down at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah... I-I-I-... I am fine.." she muttered still staring up at him, "Why?"
"I just noticed you were hardly around these past few days." He shrugged, "is it anything you want to talk about?"
He NOTICED?! He actually noticed me! she thought. "It's really nothing." She shrugged. Draco sat beside her, he was so close that their elbows were touching each other. She grew tense, he reached a hand over to her face and brushed off a leaf.
"I insist, if that is okay with you.." he whispered his face so close to hers. She backed up a bit and blushed.
"It's... it's... it's" she stammered, "It's nothing really.. I just feel like everyone hates me and they all think I am a bitch. They say I talk too much or rather that I am all talk and I am haughty and nosy. I am a gossip freak and a liar." She was on a roll, "I am a slut a whore, a tart, and guys think I am easy and they can get me into bed anytime and they say I am not a virgin... when I really am a virgin." She blushed at what she had said, "I guess I said too much."
"No... it's uhm..." he stammered embarrassed either for the loss of words or the whole "V" thing.
"It's?" she wrinkled her nose, Draco stared at her memorizing the way she smiled and wrinkled her nose.
"It's okay." He shrugged and looked out at the view, "This place... it's so peaceful and so nice. And being here with you... makes it so perfect." He whispered. She looked at him, his perfect features, his eyes, his lips, his jaw, his hair, so perfect.
She was quiet. He was quiet. And all they could hear was each other's heartbeats, so fast yet so steady, in rhythm.
He felt her breath on his cheek, she seemed so close but so distant, she was different from the other Slytherin's but her face made her seem the same. He wanted to know her, he wanted to be with her and at that moment, where nobody could read his thoughts, he wanted her.
She felt serene and calm and finally she felt as if she were complete. But she thought to herself what if she were to give him her heart would he take it away and never give it back? Would she lose something in hope to gain one in return? Or will she take the chance, the risk, to get hurt to love? Her thoughts were her own and nobody could take them, finally the question that clouded her mind as she looked at him, I want him, will he want me?
After what seemed forever Draco felt a hand fall gently on his.
"Thank you." Was all she said, but those to words meant everything in the world to him and it made him determined and confident.
On the shore she saw him
a Romeo, prince of the night
against all odds she reached out
and turned from garish light.
Then he pulled her from the tide
saved the dying maid
she afraid to love him
and yet by her side he stayed
If patience were an award given at the Grammy's, then Draco would have won it all. He had been courting Pansy the old fashioned way, but nobody knew except the both of them. He sent her regular owls and gave her rose petals, he didn't want everyone asking Pansy where she had gotten the roses. All he needed was her answer and he couldn't wait, but he felt as if he were falling, falling in love with her.
Pansy on the other hand was afraid to say she loved him but to scared to admit this even to her thoughts. She was afraid her heart would end up torn and broken just like the other girls. She didn't not know what to do, she couldn't consult Blaise or Millicent because faster than you can say "GOSSIP" the whole school will know. She had to make the decision on her own but she didn't know what to say, to choose, to think in other words she did not know what she wanted.
No matter how hard it seemed Draco never gave up.
with blind faith she followed
into his shadow she fell
seduced by black and velvet
drunk of passion's spell
a day spent long in bliss
a moment meant so much
and no more was this Juliet
starved from love's sweet touch
Soon Pansy couldn't take it, love overpowered her and she had nothing else to do but say yes. She wanted to anyway. She had agreed to their arrangement, where she was to look like a loyal girlfriend in front of their housemates and behind doors they'd do pretty much anything they wanted to do.
Pansy knew what she had gotten herself into but yet she was scared all the same. Scared of the way things would end. She knew her love for him was too strong and though their relationship might end her love for him will go on.
The days they spent together were timeless, sweet and special. She felt for the first time in her entire life, complete and loved. Little did she know that life and love took a twisted turn and she ended up breaking her little heart.
then the darkness overcame
in silence he left her there
never saw her tears fall
or heard her heartstrings tear
left alone in pain
once again she did bleed
shackled by other's power
longing to be freed
All of this happened too quickly for her. She felt she had no longer any life left in her that it had been sucked out and stomped on and thrown into the very depths of hell. He couldn't say anything to make her happy and though she had made several attempts to get him back he ended up hating her all the more. He never knew what she felt and how she never slept because she would spend the entire night crying.
Pansy felt all alone. Like she was chained to a wall in a dark room, once again she was torn and raw. She wanted to be free of him and his memories. She thought that the best way to forget him was to stay clear of him, though she tried everywhere she turned was just a reminder of how things used to be and she would always end her day in her favorite spot, by the lake.
once again, yet time was short
in twisted fate they met
in shaded seconds spent together
yet no where did they get
again ripped apart by time
and distance seals the fate
now all this Juliet feels
is pain, despair, and hate
Once again he tried to make an attempt to be a part of her life before she dies. Yet he knew he wouldn't get anywhere because it would take years for her to forgive him for all he pain he put her through.
Pansy stared at him, as he was lost in thought again. Her brain was getting those throbbing pains again and she groaned.
"Are you okay?" he asked her putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Ask yourself that." She shrugged off his hand, "you look pretty deep in thought to me."
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, "I was just thinking why it seems like we are not getting anywhere."
"You see..." she huffed and sighed, "This picnic is really a great thought you know... but the mood comes with the disease. Sorry, but you are either going to have to get used to it or march you pretty arse off this blanket." She shrugged.
"I have a pretty arse?" he said looking over at his behind.
"Figure of speech." She laughed and threw a strand of grass at him. He caught her hand and smiled at her.
"It's been awhile.." he shook his head, "no... it's been so long since I've heard you laugh." He said looking at her.
"Well there was not much to laugh about you know..." she sighed and leaned back against the tree's huge bark.
He leaned back his head beside hers, "I'm sorry, I really am... for all the... no for everything I have done that has caused you pain. I really-"she hushed him.
"I've forgiven you a long time ago. Even before you fell for Hermione." She whispered and leaned her head on his shoulder.
she cries without a tear shed
she lives without a soul
she curses the one she loves now
for everything he stole
"Pansy, you are the bravest and strongest and smartest girl I have ever met and seeing you here now. Tall and strong, it really amazes me. I know you hate me for the things I have taken from you. I just want you to know, that when we were together, I loved you with my heart, my soul, my mind, my body and every fiber of my being. Everything I did was for you. I know I made a mistake by not telling you how I felt first... it just came to fast."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "It really brings great relief to my literally bleeding heart and soon I won't be able to walk or talk, I want you to know. That this heart," she put his hand on her heart, "will always be beating for you and when I die, the beat will go on. Because Draco, no matter how many times I will tell you I will never get tired of telling you this, If you look into my weary eyes, you'll see I love you with everything I have and I love you as though I will never breathe again. And no one can't take this feeling away not even death." She whispered and kissed his cheek.
A silent tear fell down his cheek.
'I love you' she did long to hear
but these were words he never said
and now this Juliet lays weeping
and wishes she were dead
Pansy and Draco sat in silence each lost in their thoughts.
Pansy was crying deep inside, she missed his lips and she longed for it to touch hers. But those lips would never be hers. She longed for him to tell her he loved her even just this once, but he was quiet.
Now with his hand in hers, she was satisfied for awhile. But she knew his thoughts were elsewhere. Hermione was racing through his mind and there was no space for her to fit in. Though for the moment she felt peaceful but she felt more like Juliet with nothing but her HAPPY DAGGER, which she wanted to take right now and shove it through her bleeding heart. Of all the thoughts in the world, she wished she were dead.
A/n:
As usual... my usual... hehehe... ( please review... everyone... thanks bunchies for all the reviews.. I admit I'm a brat... I WANT MORE!!!!! ( mwah... I love y'all!
Mrs. Diesel (Vin Diesel) (
Disclaimer: I know I don't own anything I wasn't born to lie But I am here writing But the plot is all mine And yes I know this is fiction I know this isn't true But please help me with your suggestions Oh yes I love reviews!
A/n: hehe another depressing chappy but the next one is going to be happy because Draco is going to reminisce about Pansy but... uhm... shhh... I won't tell! ( haha anyway this poem is another nice one I got... it's called A Soul Saved, A Heart Broke by Morgan Le Fay.
The Truth behind It All: Save Me...
Pansy was sitting in her favorite and least favorite spot in the world. Favorite because it was where she fell in love and least favorite because it was where she lost it all. She buried her face in her hands as memories flooded her brain.
This Juliet was bleeding
her soul's bright fire dim
in a life of sorrows
it was sink or swim.
Pansy stared into the vastness of her room, she hated it, it was so empty so plain, so blank. She hated her life, her parents expected so much from her, she was hated, and yet she felt the lack of attention. She felt too scared to sink and just let herself be drowned into this imaginary world where she was not herself and too tired to swim to shore to find her real self and be happy, yet she wanted this whole "SHIT" to be over with.
She went down and passed the Great Hall, she didn't want to be seen, heard or bothered by anyone, and she just wanted to be alone. She walked out into the rocky spot where she sat and put her feet into the cold lake. She stared long and hard into her reflection when suddenly it became cloudy and familiar gray eyes looked into her own. She gasped and turned to see Draco looking down at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah... I-I-I-... I am fine.." she muttered still staring up at him, "Why?"
"I just noticed you were hardly around these past few days." He shrugged, "is it anything you want to talk about?"
He NOTICED?! He actually noticed me! she thought. "It's really nothing." She shrugged. Draco sat beside her, he was so close that their elbows were touching each other. She grew tense, he reached a hand over to her face and brushed off a leaf.
"I insist, if that is okay with you.." he whispered his face so close to hers. She backed up a bit and blushed.
"It's... it's... it's" she stammered, "It's nothing really.. I just feel like everyone hates me and they all think I am a bitch. They say I talk too much or rather that I am all talk and I am haughty and nosy. I am a gossip freak and a liar." She was on a roll, "I am a slut a whore, a tart, and guys think I am easy and they can get me into bed anytime and they say I am not a virgin... when I really am a virgin." She blushed at what she had said, "I guess I said too much."
"No... it's uhm..." he stammered embarrassed either for the loss of words or the whole "V" thing.
"It's?" she wrinkled her nose, Draco stared at her memorizing the way she smiled and wrinkled her nose.
"It's okay." He shrugged and looked out at the view, "This place... it's so peaceful and so nice. And being here with you... makes it so perfect." He whispered. She looked at him, his perfect features, his eyes, his lips, his jaw, his hair, so perfect.
She was quiet. He was quiet. And all they could hear was each other's heartbeats, so fast yet so steady, in rhythm.
He felt her breath on his cheek, she seemed so close but so distant, she was different from the other Slytherin's but her face made her seem the same. He wanted to know her, he wanted to be with her and at that moment, where nobody could read his thoughts, he wanted her.
She felt serene and calm and finally she felt as if she were complete. But she thought to herself what if she were to give him her heart would he take it away and never give it back? Would she lose something in hope to gain one in return? Or will she take the chance, the risk, to get hurt to love? Her thoughts were her own and nobody could take them, finally the question that clouded her mind as she looked at him, I want him, will he want me?
After what seemed forever Draco felt a hand fall gently on his.
"Thank you." Was all she said, but those to words meant everything in the world to him and it made him determined and confident.
On the shore she saw him
a Romeo, prince of the night
against all odds she reached out
and turned from garish light.
Then he pulled her from the tide
saved the dying maid
she afraid to love him
and yet by her side he stayed
If patience were an award given at the Grammy's, then Draco would have won it all. He had been courting Pansy the old fashioned way, but nobody knew except the both of them. He sent her regular owls and gave her rose petals, he didn't want everyone asking Pansy where she had gotten the roses. All he needed was her answer and he couldn't wait, but he felt as if he were falling, falling in love with her.
Pansy on the other hand was afraid to say she loved him but to scared to admit this even to her thoughts. She was afraid her heart would end up torn and broken just like the other girls. She didn't not know what to do, she couldn't consult Blaise or Millicent because faster than you can say "GOSSIP" the whole school will know. She had to make the decision on her own but she didn't know what to say, to choose, to think in other words she did not know what she wanted.
No matter how hard it seemed Draco never gave up.
with blind faith she followed
into his shadow she fell
seduced by black and velvet
drunk of passion's spell
a day spent long in bliss
a moment meant so much
and no more was this Juliet
starved from love's sweet touch
Soon Pansy couldn't take it, love overpowered her and she had nothing else to do but say yes. She wanted to anyway. She had agreed to their arrangement, where she was to look like a loyal girlfriend in front of their housemates and behind doors they'd do pretty much anything they wanted to do.
Pansy knew what she had gotten herself into but yet she was scared all the same. Scared of the way things would end. She knew her love for him was too strong and though their relationship might end her love for him will go on.
The days they spent together were timeless, sweet and special. She felt for the first time in her entire life, complete and loved. Little did she know that life and love took a twisted turn and she ended up breaking her little heart.
then the darkness overcame
in silence he left her there
never saw her tears fall
or heard her heartstrings tear
left alone in pain
once again she did bleed
shackled by other's power
longing to be freed
All of this happened too quickly for her. She felt she had no longer any life left in her that it had been sucked out and stomped on and thrown into the very depths of hell. He couldn't say anything to make her happy and though she had made several attempts to get him back he ended up hating her all the more. He never knew what she felt and how she never slept because she would spend the entire night crying.
Pansy felt all alone. Like she was chained to a wall in a dark room, once again she was torn and raw. She wanted to be free of him and his memories. She thought that the best way to forget him was to stay clear of him, though she tried everywhere she turned was just a reminder of how things used to be and she would always end her day in her favorite spot, by the lake.
once again, yet time was short
in twisted fate they met
in shaded seconds spent together
yet no where did they get
again ripped apart by time
and distance seals the fate
now all this Juliet feels
is pain, despair, and hate
Once again he tried to make an attempt to be a part of her life before she dies. Yet he knew he wouldn't get anywhere because it would take years for her to forgive him for all he pain he put her through.
Pansy stared at him, as he was lost in thought again. Her brain was getting those throbbing pains again and she groaned.
"Are you okay?" he asked her putting his hand on her shoulder.
"Ask yourself that." She shrugged off his hand, "you look pretty deep in thought to me."
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, "I was just thinking why it seems like we are not getting anywhere."
"You see..." she huffed and sighed, "This picnic is really a great thought you know... but the mood comes with the disease. Sorry, but you are either going to have to get used to it or march you pretty arse off this blanket." She shrugged.
"I have a pretty arse?" he said looking over at his behind.
"Figure of speech." She laughed and threw a strand of grass at him. He caught her hand and smiled at her.
"It's been awhile.." he shook his head, "no... it's been so long since I've heard you laugh." He said looking at her.
"Well there was not much to laugh about you know..." she sighed and leaned back against the tree's huge bark.
He leaned back his head beside hers, "I'm sorry, I really am... for all the... no for everything I have done that has caused you pain. I really-"she hushed him.
"I've forgiven you a long time ago. Even before you fell for Hermione." She whispered and leaned her head on his shoulder.
she cries without a tear shed
she lives without a soul
she curses the one she loves now
for everything he stole
"Pansy, you are the bravest and strongest and smartest girl I have ever met and seeing you here now. Tall and strong, it really amazes me. I know you hate me for the things I have taken from you. I just want you to know, that when we were together, I loved you with my heart, my soul, my mind, my body and every fiber of my being. Everything I did was for you. I know I made a mistake by not telling you how I felt first... it just came to fast."
She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "It really brings great relief to my literally bleeding heart and soon I won't be able to walk or talk, I want you to know. That this heart," she put his hand on her heart, "will always be beating for you and when I die, the beat will go on. Because Draco, no matter how many times I will tell you I will never get tired of telling you this, If you look into my weary eyes, you'll see I love you with everything I have and I love you as though I will never breathe again. And no one can't take this feeling away not even death." She whispered and kissed his cheek.
A silent tear fell down his cheek.
'I love you' she did long to hear
but these were words he never said
and now this Juliet lays weeping
and wishes she were dead
Pansy and Draco sat in silence each lost in their thoughts.
Pansy was crying deep inside, she missed his lips and she longed for it to touch hers. But those lips would never be hers. She longed for him to tell her he loved her even just this once, but he was quiet.
Now with his hand in hers, she was satisfied for awhile. But she knew his thoughts were elsewhere. Hermione was racing through his mind and there was no space for her to fit in. Though for the moment she felt peaceful but she felt more like Juliet with nothing but her HAPPY DAGGER, which she wanted to take right now and shove it through her bleeding heart. Of all the thoughts in the world, she wished she were dead.
A/n:
As usual... my usual... hehehe... ( please review... everyone... thanks bunchies for all the reviews.. I admit I'm a brat... I WANT MORE!!!!! ( mwah... I love y'all!
Mrs. Diesel (Vin Diesel) (