a/n: The song is "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit. Again, I recommend
you listen to it as you read-it has much more effect that way!!
Fanfiction.net is being a bitch..it keeps changing my format so now i
am using this ------------------- for in between song and story.
I will not keep you waiting any longer...go...READ!! Lol...it's a
pretty good length....
Chapter 3: Behind Blue Eyes
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"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes."
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My alarm clock went off on that day, back on August 30th, the summer before 7th year, louder and more annoying than ever. I moaned and rolled over, covering my face with my soft pillow. I flopped my hand over onto the bedside table trying to find the "snooze" button. I succeeded and quickly shut it off. No sooner had I closed my eyes to rest yet again, I suddenly heard a female scream and a man yelling. I sat up hurriedly and looked around. 'They must be fighting again,' I thought to myself. My parents always seemed to be fighting now. My mother hated what my father was doing to our family by leaving us for days, weeks, even months at a time.
I sighed and stood up slowly, stretching. The cold air nipped at my half- naked body bitterly. I knew sleeping was out of the question now, so I quickly grabbed a pair of khakis and slipped them on over my black boxers. I snatched up a nearby tight black t-shirt and slipped it on, walking over to the mirror. I smirked slightly in spite of myself. I was actually turning out to be quite good looking, now that I had a full six pack developed and nice arms built. I thought about skinny, little Potter and I going up against each other in Quidditch. 'I'm gonna kick his ass!' I thought grinning. 'He can't compete with me now, no matter how good his broom is!'
I opened my door and slid out of it, my blonde hair lying perfectly over my right eye like it always did when I walked. I start making my way downstairs, the yells growing with volume.
"Narcissa, don't you get it?! I can't just not go on the missions I am assigned to!" my father yelled angrily.
"Lucius, you are ruining this family! You're son barely knows you, and I'm starting to feel the same way! I am sick of you running off all the time! God knows if you have more than us as your family!" my mother cried.
I crept down the stairs quietly and saw their shadows on the door leading into the kitchen. I suddenly heard a smacking sound and a yelp from my mother. She fell to the ground and my father reached down and grabbed her by the shirt. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again," he said quietly but threateningly.
I could hear my mother starting to cry. "I hate you, Lucius," she said gently.
I could tell my father was grinning when he replied, "Good, then get out."
My eyes widened at this. My father was kicking my mother out?
"I don't need you anymore. You did your job: you produced me my heir. Now leave!" he said coldly.
My mother lay there silently. I watched her as she slowly got up and made her way out of the kitchen door and up the stairs right beside me. She was extremely pale and silent as the stars. I couldn't think of anything to say. The very sight of her hurt to look at. How could this be happening?! And how could my father not even care like that?! She finally made it upstairs and went straight to their room. She packed all her things and then came back down the stairs. She stopped when she saw me.
"Goodbye, Draco. I love you. I hope I will see you again, sometime," she said as tears began rolling down her cheeks.
I didn't want her to leave, but I knew that once my father kicked her out, it was over. Done. No more said. I looked at her and pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you too, mum. Thanks for all you've done for me." Then I added quietly, "I will make sure to come see you sometime. I will find you."
She smiled a weak smile and then walked to the bottom of the stairs. She staggered over to the front door and called out, "I hope you're happy, Lucius. You've changed for the worse. You will never be the man I once fell in love with."
And that was it. The front door slammed shut and she was gone. I turned around and walked upstairs and into my room. I grabbed my money sack and my cloak. I then went downstairs. "Father, I am going to Diagon Alley to get my school stuff," I called to him. No answer came as a reply. I shrugged and went through the front door. I was thankful that my father had taught me how to apparate already because I really didn't feel like filling my clothes with a new blanket of soot.
I quickly apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and went inside. Tons of witches and wizards filled the large pub as they all talked about their summers, jobs, and kids. I went right through and on to where the archway would appear in the wall leading me into the street of shops. It opened to me in its magically mysteriously way and led me into the crowded alley.
There were people everywhere. It was the busiest I have seen it in a while, although I barely came to this place. I made my way slowly to the nearest shop, which happened to be Flourish and Blotts, which was where exactly I needed to go to buy my books for the year. I sauntered inside, and as the door behind me with the clinging bell shut, the world seemed to quiet. It was almost silent in the store of innumerable books.
I looked to the right and saw some new Quidditch books and decided to go take a look. I made my way over there to find that another person must have has the same idea as I did, and it was none other than Harry Potter. Harry Potter, one of the most interesting persons I would ever come in contact with, although I did not realize this at the time, was standing before me scanning a green book with a concentrated look about his pale complexion. He seemed very interested in the book, so I decided to make my move. I put my hand over what he was reading and said with a smirk, "Why if it isn't Mr. Potter?" I paused, taking notice of my surroundings. "Where's your fan club? Have they left you now, too? Wouldn't surprise me if all they wanted you for in the first place was the attention," I said with a malicious grin.
He said nothing, but slowly looked up at me with those striking emerald eyes that possessed my every being. I had never actually looked at them this closely before, and what I saw in them I will never forget. His eyes were blank and he seemed lost in some other world. He put his hand on the edge of mine and pushed it off the book lightly. "Go away, Malfoy," was all he said.
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"And no one knows what it's like to be hated
To be faded to telling only lies."
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I wasn't positively sure what I was going to do next. I didn't expect him to react like that. He seemed so...well I wasn't sure at the time, so I decided to ignore it and continue taunting him. "How was your summer, Scarhead? See any dementors this year?" I asked with fake eagerness.
He gave me no answer.
"Did you lose your voice or something?" I asked, knowing very well that I was annoying the hell out of him.
Finally, he shut his book roughly and replaced it back on the table. Then he looked at me saying, "Must you really be such a jerk, Malfoy? No wonder all your friends are as stupid as dirt. Oh and another thing, I didn't see any dementors at all," he said calmly but coldly.
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"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes."
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"It is in my duty, Potter, to make your life hell. Have you just realized this? I really think my father planned on having me now just to annoy you," I said thoughtfully.
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. See you later," he said softly, shaking his head.
I watched him walk to the counter and pay for his books. How stupid was I then! There he was and all I could do was stand there stupidly. Even to this day, I have never understood why I didn't go after him right then. I suppose it was my ignorance, and most likely, my pride. I had been surrounded by such hate all my life that how was I to know that I was falling in love with my loathed enemy? Of course, I knew nothing of this and nor did I care, so I walked out of the store soon after him, having paid for my books as well.
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"But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free."
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I arrived onto the street and Potter was now out of view. I sighed softly and continued my way to do the rest of my shopping. I was soon finished, and then I made my way back home. Tomorrow I would leave for Hogwarts, tomorrow I would be back on that train that brought me away from this world I was imprisoned in, tomorrow I would begin my life-changing journey that changed me in a way I never thought possible.
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"No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated,
to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes."
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a/n: Well what did you think?? Hope you liked it!! I'm sorry it took me so long...I have been overwhelmingly busy with driver's training, school, and sports. I'm just glad that summer is coming so hopefully I'll get more chances to write!! Oh yeah, Theresa Vo, my editor and artist, has been busy drawing pictures for this fanfic. We will be scanning them and placing them on a site and sometime soon I will have links. Mind you, her work is brilliant...it's awesome...I love it sooo much!! More Love Bites coming soon!!
And now thank-yous:
Lil'Eowyn: Ahh!! Thanks so much for all your support!! You are awesome!! And thanks for all the emails...you always make me laugh...lol...alright well here's your chapter 3 finally, hope you like it!!...update yours too!!! You better or I'm coming to hunt you down...Knows where you live..? lmao!
Ms. Orlando Bloom: Thanks for the review!! And lmao thanks for appreciating me telling off 'the counter'!! That review really pissed me off!! And now you don't have to cry because I updated!! Thanks again!! Hope you like chapter 3!!
Theresa Vo: Of course, I thank you, too!! My editor and artist!! Thanks!!! You've really worked hard lately with me and I really appreciate it!!
Chapter 3: Behind Blue Eyes
-------------------
"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes."
-------------------
My alarm clock went off on that day, back on August 30th, the summer before 7th year, louder and more annoying than ever. I moaned and rolled over, covering my face with my soft pillow. I flopped my hand over onto the bedside table trying to find the "snooze" button. I succeeded and quickly shut it off. No sooner had I closed my eyes to rest yet again, I suddenly heard a female scream and a man yelling. I sat up hurriedly and looked around. 'They must be fighting again,' I thought to myself. My parents always seemed to be fighting now. My mother hated what my father was doing to our family by leaving us for days, weeks, even months at a time.
I sighed and stood up slowly, stretching. The cold air nipped at my half- naked body bitterly. I knew sleeping was out of the question now, so I quickly grabbed a pair of khakis and slipped them on over my black boxers. I snatched up a nearby tight black t-shirt and slipped it on, walking over to the mirror. I smirked slightly in spite of myself. I was actually turning out to be quite good looking, now that I had a full six pack developed and nice arms built. I thought about skinny, little Potter and I going up against each other in Quidditch. 'I'm gonna kick his ass!' I thought grinning. 'He can't compete with me now, no matter how good his broom is!'
I opened my door and slid out of it, my blonde hair lying perfectly over my right eye like it always did when I walked. I start making my way downstairs, the yells growing with volume.
"Narcissa, don't you get it?! I can't just not go on the missions I am assigned to!" my father yelled angrily.
"Lucius, you are ruining this family! You're son barely knows you, and I'm starting to feel the same way! I am sick of you running off all the time! God knows if you have more than us as your family!" my mother cried.
I crept down the stairs quietly and saw their shadows on the door leading into the kitchen. I suddenly heard a smacking sound and a yelp from my mother. She fell to the ground and my father reached down and grabbed her by the shirt. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again," he said quietly but threateningly.
I could hear my mother starting to cry. "I hate you, Lucius," she said gently.
I could tell my father was grinning when he replied, "Good, then get out."
My eyes widened at this. My father was kicking my mother out?
"I don't need you anymore. You did your job: you produced me my heir. Now leave!" he said coldly.
My mother lay there silently. I watched her as she slowly got up and made her way out of the kitchen door and up the stairs right beside me. She was extremely pale and silent as the stars. I couldn't think of anything to say. The very sight of her hurt to look at. How could this be happening?! And how could my father not even care like that?! She finally made it upstairs and went straight to their room. She packed all her things and then came back down the stairs. She stopped when she saw me.
"Goodbye, Draco. I love you. I hope I will see you again, sometime," she said as tears began rolling down her cheeks.
I didn't want her to leave, but I knew that once my father kicked her out, it was over. Done. No more said. I looked at her and pulled her into a tight hug. "I love you too, mum. Thanks for all you've done for me." Then I added quietly, "I will make sure to come see you sometime. I will find you."
She smiled a weak smile and then walked to the bottom of the stairs. She staggered over to the front door and called out, "I hope you're happy, Lucius. You've changed for the worse. You will never be the man I once fell in love with."
And that was it. The front door slammed shut and she was gone. I turned around and walked upstairs and into my room. I grabbed my money sack and my cloak. I then went downstairs. "Father, I am going to Diagon Alley to get my school stuff," I called to him. No answer came as a reply. I shrugged and went through the front door. I was thankful that my father had taught me how to apparate already because I really didn't feel like filling my clothes with a new blanket of soot.
I quickly apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and went inside. Tons of witches and wizards filled the large pub as they all talked about their summers, jobs, and kids. I went right through and on to where the archway would appear in the wall leading me into the street of shops. It opened to me in its magically mysteriously way and led me into the crowded alley.
There were people everywhere. It was the busiest I have seen it in a while, although I barely came to this place. I made my way slowly to the nearest shop, which happened to be Flourish and Blotts, which was where exactly I needed to go to buy my books for the year. I sauntered inside, and as the door behind me with the clinging bell shut, the world seemed to quiet. It was almost silent in the store of innumerable books.
I looked to the right and saw some new Quidditch books and decided to go take a look. I made my way over there to find that another person must have has the same idea as I did, and it was none other than Harry Potter. Harry Potter, one of the most interesting persons I would ever come in contact with, although I did not realize this at the time, was standing before me scanning a green book with a concentrated look about his pale complexion. He seemed very interested in the book, so I decided to make my move. I put my hand over what he was reading and said with a smirk, "Why if it isn't Mr. Potter?" I paused, taking notice of my surroundings. "Where's your fan club? Have they left you now, too? Wouldn't surprise me if all they wanted you for in the first place was the attention," I said with a malicious grin.
He said nothing, but slowly looked up at me with those striking emerald eyes that possessed my every being. I had never actually looked at them this closely before, and what I saw in them I will never forget. His eyes were blank and he seemed lost in some other world. He put his hand on the edge of mine and pushed it off the book lightly. "Go away, Malfoy," was all he said.
-------------------
"And no one knows what it's like to be hated
To be faded to telling only lies."
-------------------
I wasn't positively sure what I was going to do next. I didn't expect him to react like that. He seemed so...well I wasn't sure at the time, so I decided to ignore it and continue taunting him. "How was your summer, Scarhead? See any dementors this year?" I asked with fake eagerness.
He gave me no answer.
"Did you lose your voice or something?" I asked, knowing very well that I was annoying the hell out of him.
Finally, he shut his book roughly and replaced it back on the table. Then he looked at me saying, "Must you really be such a jerk, Malfoy? No wonder all your friends are as stupid as dirt. Oh and another thing, I didn't see any dementors at all," he said calmly but coldly.
-------------------
"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes."
-------------------
"It is in my duty, Potter, to make your life hell. Have you just realized this? I really think my father planned on having me now just to annoy you," I said thoughtfully.
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. See you later," he said softly, shaking his head.
I watched him walk to the counter and pay for his books. How stupid was I then! There he was and all I could do was stand there stupidly. Even to this day, I have never understood why I didn't go after him right then. I suppose it was my ignorance, and most likely, my pride. I had been surrounded by such hate all my life that how was I to know that I was falling in love with my loathed enemy? Of course, I knew nothing of this and nor did I care, so I walked out of the store soon after him, having paid for my books as well.
-------------------
"But my dreams, they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free."
-------------------
I arrived onto the street and Potter was now out of view. I sighed softly and continued my way to do the rest of my shopping. I was soon finished, and then I made my way back home. Tomorrow I would leave for Hogwarts, tomorrow I would be back on that train that brought me away from this world I was imprisoned in, tomorrow I would begin my life-changing journey that changed me in a way I never thought possible.
-------------------
"No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain woe
Can show through.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated,
to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes."
-------------------
a/n: Well what did you think?? Hope you liked it!! I'm sorry it took me so long...I have been overwhelmingly busy with driver's training, school, and sports. I'm just glad that summer is coming so hopefully I'll get more chances to write!! Oh yeah, Theresa Vo, my editor and artist, has been busy drawing pictures for this fanfic. We will be scanning them and placing them on a site and sometime soon I will have links. Mind you, her work is brilliant...it's awesome...I love it sooo much!! More Love Bites coming soon!!
And now thank-yous:
Lil'Eowyn: Ahh!! Thanks so much for all your support!! You are awesome!! And thanks for all the emails...you always make me laugh...lol...alright well here's your chapter 3 finally, hope you like it!!...update yours too!!! You better or I'm coming to hunt you down...Knows where you live..? lmao!
Ms. Orlando Bloom: Thanks for the review!! And lmao thanks for appreciating me telling off 'the counter'!! That review really pissed me off!! And now you don't have to cry because I updated!! Thanks again!! Hope you like chapter 3!!
Theresa Vo: Of course, I thank you, too!! My editor and artist!! Thanks!!! You've really worked hard lately with me and I really appreciate it!!