Warning: Slash, means guy/guy or homosexual, whatever you want to call it,
relationship(s). If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them (though I wouldn't mind owning Draco ^_~)
Enjoy!
Essence of Your Life: Chapter 1: Just sitting there
He's just sitting there. He's not doing anything; he's not taking notes, he's not paying attention, he's not listening to the teacher, he's not doing anything. He's just sitting there, doing nothing.
Then again, I supposed I'm doing the same thing. I'm not doing anything; I'm not taking notes, I'm not paying attention, I'm not listening the teacher, I'm not doing anything. I'm just sitting here, but I'm not doing nothing.
I'm watching him.
I don't even know why.
I know he's fascinating. I know he's interesting. I know I want to get inside his mind and find what makes him tick. I know he mystifies me like nothing else has. I know that he has this aura that just makes my eyes leap to him. I know that he hasn't been that same ever since Fifth year. I know that his eyes used to be the most sparkling clear green. I know that whenever he smiles now, it looks like he's dead. I know that he's holding my attention more than it should, and not in a good way.
Why is it that I'm so much more interested in him than I should be for a Death Eater's son? Why is it that I take notice when he his head turns my way? Why is it that the world seems so much clearer yet so much more confusing when I hear is now-rare laugh? Why is it that-
Snap
"Mr. Potter! Please explain what you were doing in the other dimension inside your head." Ugh, McGonagall. When will that bitch learn to leave sleeping dogs lie?
"And why should I answer you?" Well, well, well. Who would have thought Harry Potter would speak back to a teacher?
I would
Odd, I shouldn't be thinking that
But I am
This is a day for surprises. First the Savior of the World speaks back to the Deputy Headmistress, then I find myself thinking that it is the most natural thing in the world.
That's because it is
After all, almost everyone expects him to save the world, to keep the big, nasty Voldemort far away from them. Who wouldn't break under the pressure?
"Mr. Potter, apologize for your rudeness or you're getting a detention tonight!" And McGonagall still hasn't learned her lesson. Even Neville can tell she'll get burned if she keeps on playing with fire, the way she keeps trying to get Potter to say he's sorry.
"If I get a detention, I might get upset. I'm already insane, right? If I'm upset and insane, who knows what will happen?" His hollow laughter fills my air and I know I'm not supposed to be scared, but there's a chill in the room that won't go away, no matter how close I draw my cloak.
"Is that a threat?" Any normal person would be running with their tail in between their legs if they were being looked at with the eyes McGonagall is wearing right now. But Harry isn't normal. He's not even close.
"I don't know; is it? I'm insane. How should I be able to tell? Besides, aren't I the "Golden Boy-who-Lived"?! I'm not supposed to make threats. I'm not supposed to do anything but-" He abruptly cuts off his sentence. His bodyguards just sit there with contorted expression on their faces. The Mudblood's face is stuck between an expression of horror and shame. The Weasel's face is merely frozen in a state of shock. They're surprised.
They shouldn't be
I know. They are supposed to be Potter's friends. They are supposed to see that what Potter needs right now is people who will be there for him yet won't question what he asks. They are supposed to see that what Potter needs right now is-
You
-someone who won't expect anything. Not me. I expect everything. If I was the one he needed, then I would be railing against him of everything he is supposed to be doing.
Ironically, "supposed to" is the most hated phrase in the English language. It speaks of everything you ought to be and everything you turn out being the opposite of. I hate it, but I use it. I can't get out of it, I can't help it, I can't help myself, I-
Ring
"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems the expression "saved by the bell" really does happen. Make sure this never happens again and I shall be lenient*"
He snorts. What else would he do. He knows she can't really do anything to him, and he scorns her for it. What else would he do.
What else would you think you mean
There's nothing else he can do. He delivered his challenge when he started talking back. I know why, but I have to know for sure.
"Hey, Potter." For once, my voice does not hold the icy disdain it used to.
"What, Ferret? Come to torment me again? You think I care?" No, my voice no longer holds the chill of winter, but his does.
"Why did you talk back?" I'm curious on how the Weasel and Mudblood will react to the fact that I'm speaking civilly and Potter isn't"
"They day I come running to you for comfort is the day I tell you my reasons for doing things." Then he just stalks off with his bodyguards trying to catch up to him on his way to lunch.
And I'm left in the hallway, surrounded by the swarming masses.
I sink down to the floor, frozen.
And I'm just sitting there.
A/N: * line isn't entirely my own, I kind of took the words from the movie Ever After. It's a cinderella story taking place in france staring Drew Barrymore. Pretty good movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own them (though I wouldn't mind owning Draco ^_~)
Enjoy!
Essence of Your Life: Chapter 1: Just sitting there
He's just sitting there. He's not doing anything; he's not taking notes, he's not paying attention, he's not listening to the teacher, he's not doing anything. He's just sitting there, doing nothing.
Then again, I supposed I'm doing the same thing. I'm not doing anything; I'm not taking notes, I'm not paying attention, I'm not listening the teacher, I'm not doing anything. I'm just sitting here, but I'm not doing nothing.
I'm watching him.
I don't even know why.
I know he's fascinating. I know he's interesting. I know I want to get inside his mind and find what makes him tick. I know he mystifies me like nothing else has. I know that he has this aura that just makes my eyes leap to him. I know that he hasn't been that same ever since Fifth year. I know that his eyes used to be the most sparkling clear green. I know that whenever he smiles now, it looks like he's dead. I know that he's holding my attention more than it should, and not in a good way.
Why is it that I'm so much more interested in him than I should be for a Death Eater's son? Why is it that I take notice when he his head turns my way? Why is it that the world seems so much clearer yet so much more confusing when I hear is now-rare laugh? Why is it that-
Snap
"Mr. Potter! Please explain what you were doing in the other dimension inside your head." Ugh, McGonagall. When will that bitch learn to leave sleeping dogs lie?
"And why should I answer you?" Well, well, well. Who would have thought Harry Potter would speak back to a teacher?
I would
Odd, I shouldn't be thinking that
But I am
This is a day for surprises. First the Savior of the World speaks back to the Deputy Headmistress, then I find myself thinking that it is the most natural thing in the world.
That's because it is
After all, almost everyone expects him to save the world, to keep the big, nasty Voldemort far away from them. Who wouldn't break under the pressure?
"Mr. Potter, apologize for your rudeness or you're getting a detention tonight!" And McGonagall still hasn't learned her lesson. Even Neville can tell she'll get burned if she keeps on playing with fire, the way she keeps trying to get Potter to say he's sorry.
"If I get a detention, I might get upset. I'm already insane, right? If I'm upset and insane, who knows what will happen?" His hollow laughter fills my air and I know I'm not supposed to be scared, but there's a chill in the room that won't go away, no matter how close I draw my cloak.
"Is that a threat?" Any normal person would be running with their tail in between their legs if they were being looked at with the eyes McGonagall is wearing right now. But Harry isn't normal. He's not even close.
"I don't know; is it? I'm insane. How should I be able to tell? Besides, aren't I the "Golden Boy-who-Lived"?! I'm not supposed to make threats. I'm not supposed to do anything but-" He abruptly cuts off his sentence. His bodyguards just sit there with contorted expression on their faces. The Mudblood's face is stuck between an expression of horror and shame. The Weasel's face is merely frozen in a state of shock. They're surprised.
They shouldn't be
I know. They are supposed to be Potter's friends. They are supposed to see that what Potter needs right now is people who will be there for him yet won't question what he asks. They are supposed to see that what Potter needs right now is-
You
-someone who won't expect anything. Not me. I expect everything. If I was the one he needed, then I would be railing against him of everything he is supposed to be doing.
Ironically, "supposed to" is the most hated phrase in the English language. It speaks of everything you ought to be and everything you turn out being the opposite of. I hate it, but I use it. I can't get out of it, I can't help it, I can't help myself, I-
Ring
"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems the expression "saved by the bell" really does happen. Make sure this never happens again and I shall be lenient*"
He snorts. What else would he do. He knows she can't really do anything to him, and he scorns her for it. What else would he do.
What else would you think you mean
There's nothing else he can do. He delivered his challenge when he started talking back. I know why, but I have to know for sure.
"Hey, Potter." For once, my voice does not hold the icy disdain it used to.
"What, Ferret? Come to torment me again? You think I care?" No, my voice no longer holds the chill of winter, but his does.
"Why did you talk back?" I'm curious on how the Weasel and Mudblood will react to the fact that I'm speaking civilly and Potter isn't"
"They day I come running to you for comfort is the day I tell you my reasons for doing things." Then he just stalks off with his bodyguards trying to catch up to him on his way to lunch.
And I'm left in the hallway, surrounded by the swarming masses.
I sink down to the floor, frozen.
And I'm just sitting there.
A/N: * line isn't entirely my own, I kind of took the words from the movie Ever After. It's a cinderella story taking place in france staring Drew Barrymore. Pretty good movie.