Warning: Slash, means guy/guy or homosexual, whatever you want to call it,
relationships. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's just common
sense.
Disclaimer: Oh come on. It's fanfiction, like it's really mine. C'mon people, get the drill already!
A/N: J, I can't believe you would stoop so low as to start blackmailing me to write chapters! (Even though it's working). Oh, and the whole "J" thing? You're turning into G! And did you steal his penname to review again? Shame on you. I thought G took Spanish. For people who have no clue what I'm talking about, you don't want to know. And it's "Shiseidox", I'll thank you to remember my penname. (Oh come on, like it's my real name. Like any parent would be cruel enough to name their kid "Shiseidox")
A/N 2: Just to remind you, I'm using ~ as italics, for example, ~blah~ means "blah" only italicized.
Enjoy!
Essence of Your life: Chapter 3: Sweep
"Mr. Malfoy, a word please." Snape. What does ~he~ want. No matter what he does, I will never swing that way.
"Mr. Malfoy, before you get old and ugly." Look who's talking. But I follow him into his office anyways.
"Draco, your detention is scheduled for tonight, half an hour after dinner. Unfortunately, it is with Potter. I must say, I am disappointed. You are going to be Head Boy. ~Don't~ mess it up. Don't throw it all away for silly spats you know you can't win." After giving me a little speech he hopes thinks will intimidate me, he tries to sweep out of the room with his trademark billowing of robes, but I grab a hold of his arm before he leaves.
"If you think that something like becoming Head Boy is everything to me, you're becoming too much like a teacher and too little like a Death Eater." I flash him my trademark smirk and sweep out of the room in his stead.
Once out of the room, I merely re-acquire my mask of ice and go to lunch.
~Where he'll be waiting~
Where everyone is waiting
Waiting for food to appear on their plates, waiting for the next class, waiting for the period to be over, whether they be anxious or completely at peace with themselves.
Except for him
He isn't waiting
He's doing something
He won't just sit there, looking at his food, pushing it around so it looks like it's been eaten. He won't just stare off into emtpy space, paying no attention at all to the surrounding conversations.
He will be inside his head, inside his "happy place" where nothing is expect of him, where nothing is needed of him, where he is nobody.
It's like he wishes he could sweep all evidence of his existence out of reality.
He pays no attention to anything except eradicating his soul from what we call this world.
And yet he isn't self-centered
If he isn't snapping back at everyone, if he is for the shortest second, at peace with himself, you see the gentlest look in his eyes, like the world is made of glass and he's scared of breaking it.
But then his mask sweeps everything out of the way, and his eyes grow bitter and cold, his hands clench in anger hopelessly trying to express itself, his mouth curled once again into the sneer that is mine.
He's trying to get rid of his humanity so that when the final battle comes, he will be hard as stone.
But stone shatters
Will he?
~You cannot let him~
I know. Because if Voldemort wins, he will continue killing; he will not stop at only Muggles and Mudbloods. He will keep on massacring the masses until everyone is dead.
He has already killed my mother
The sad thing is, I don't even care
She was soft and did not allow "my father" to truly continue in his work.
So he merely silenced her
And I was watching
Funny how much blood can come from one person.
"Malfoy. Ever watch where you're going?" It's interesting at how one can become so lost in their thoughts that they no longer pay attention their physical body is in. Unknowingly, I have been walking over to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
"One would think your balls are your brain."
"Now who is the one speaking with sexual innuendos? Rhetorical question, Weasel. And if you don't know what a rhetorical question is, you should get your tongue out of Mudblood's mouth and let her tell you."
"If you want to eat here, you know you'll have to be polite. Or else everyone here will jump you."
I raise my eyebrow
"I never knew you swung that way."
"Neither did I."
Whenever he retorts like that, like he's baring his soul to me, he leaves me speechless. It's as if his words are sweeping all of mine out of my head.
"Good, you're both here." Flitwick. I swear his squeaking will one day drive me insane and I will hex him to oblivion. "Both of your detentions will take place half an hour after dinner. You will meet McGonagall in her classroom, and yes, the detention will take place together."
"Very well." Potter is taking this a lot more calmly than I thought he would. Weasel on the other hand. . .
"Harry! How can you just say "very well" to a f*cking detention with Malfoy?! Have you lost your bloody mind?! He's the f*cking ferret!" He can always be counted on to come up with the most pathetic insults and to jump in precisely when he is not needed.
So I simply leave
"I think you hurt his feelings" Mudblood's pitying whispers. I almost turn back and curse her until Weasel decides to step in, but I don't.
"Hermione, you may be smart by the book, but you know nothing of one's personality and characteristics." Surprising that Potter decides to step in for me and I almost halt my step, but I don't.
I just leave.
Disclaimer: Oh come on. It's fanfiction, like it's really mine. C'mon people, get the drill already!
A/N: J, I can't believe you would stoop so low as to start blackmailing me to write chapters! (Even though it's working). Oh, and the whole "J" thing? You're turning into G! And did you steal his penname to review again? Shame on you. I thought G took Spanish. For people who have no clue what I'm talking about, you don't want to know. And it's "Shiseidox", I'll thank you to remember my penname. (Oh come on, like it's my real name. Like any parent would be cruel enough to name their kid "Shiseidox")
A/N 2: Just to remind you, I'm using ~ as italics, for example, ~blah~ means "blah" only italicized.
Enjoy!
Essence of Your life: Chapter 3: Sweep
"Mr. Malfoy, a word please." Snape. What does ~he~ want. No matter what he does, I will never swing that way.
"Mr. Malfoy, before you get old and ugly." Look who's talking. But I follow him into his office anyways.
"Draco, your detention is scheduled for tonight, half an hour after dinner. Unfortunately, it is with Potter. I must say, I am disappointed. You are going to be Head Boy. ~Don't~ mess it up. Don't throw it all away for silly spats you know you can't win." After giving me a little speech he hopes thinks will intimidate me, he tries to sweep out of the room with his trademark billowing of robes, but I grab a hold of his arm before he leaves.
"If you think that something like becoming Head Boy is everything to me, you're becoming too much like a teacher and too little like a Death Eater." I flash him my trademark smirk and sweep out of the room in his stead.
Once out of the room, I merely re-acquire my mask of ice and go to lunch.
~Where he'll be waiting~
Where everyone is waiting
Waiting for food to appear on their plates, waiting for the next class, waiting for the period to be over, whether they be anxious or completely at peace with themselves.
Except for him
He isn't waiting
He's doing something
He won't just sit there, looking at his food, pushing it around so it looks like it's been eaten. He won't just stare off into emtpy space, paying no attention at all to the surrounding conversations.
He will be inside his head, inside his "happy place" where nothing is expect of him, where nothing is needed of him, where he is nobody.
It's like he wishes he could sweep all evidence of his existence out of reality.
He pays no attention to anything except eradicating his soul from what we call this world.
And yet he isn't self-centered
If he isn't snapping back at everyone, if he is for the shortest second, at peace with himself, you see the gentlest look in his eyes, like the world is made of glass and he's scared of breaking it.
But then his mask sweeps everything out of the way, and his eyes grow bitter and cold, his hands clench in anger hopelessly trying to express itself, his mouth curled once again into the sneer that is mine.
He's trying to get rid of his humanity so that when the final battle comes, he will be hard as stone.
But stone shatters
Will he?
~You cannot let him~
I know. Because if Voldemort wins, he will continue killing; he will not stop at only Muggles and Mudbloods. He will keep on massacring the masses until everyone is dead.
He has already killed my mother
The sad thing is, I don't even care
She was soft and did not allow "my father" to truly continue in his work.
So he merely silenced her
And I was watching
Funny how much blood can come from one person.
"Malfoy. Ever watch where you're going?" It's interesting at how one can become so lost in their thoughts that they no longer pay attention their physical body is in. Unknowingly, I have been walking over to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
"One would think your balls are your brain."
"Now who is the one speaking with sexual innuendos? Rhetorical question, Weasel. And if you don't know what a rhetorical question is, you should get your tongue out of Mudblood's mouth and let her tell you."
"If you want to eat here, you know you'll have to be polite. Or else everyone here will jump you."
I raise my eyebrow
"I never knew you swung that way."
"Neither did I."
Whenever he retorts like that, like he's baring his soul to me, he leaves me speechless. It's as if his words are sweeping all of mine out of my head.
"Good, you're both here." Flitwick. I swear his squeaking will one day drive me insane and I will hex him to oblivion. "Both of your detentions will take place half an hour after dinner. You will meet McGonagall in her classroom, and yes, the detention will take place together."
"Very well." Potter is taking this a lot more calmly than I thought he would. Weasel on the other hand. . .
"Harry! How can you just say "very well" to a f*cking detention with Malfoy?! Have you lost your bloody mind?! He's the f*cking ferret!" He can always be counted on to come up with the most pathetic insults and to jump in precisely when he is not needed.
So I simply leave
"I think you hurt his feelings" Mudblood's pitying whispers. I almost turn back and curse her until Weasel decides to step in, but I don't.
"Hermione, you may be smart by the book, but you know nothing of one's personality and characteristics." Surprising that Potter decides to step in for me and I almost halt my step, but I don't.
I just leave.