A/N.... I intended this to be just one chapter but since it takes very little to please me and two people have responded kindly, I've decided to add another, lol, see how easy it is to make me happy? Speaking of which, thank you sooo much to Darcel and MysticalWoodElf!! hehe I love all reviews :) Alright, as before, I apologize for any OOC and oversappyness (that's not a word, is it? oh well...) Now, in Chapter Two, Draco is back at Hogwarts and in Potions class observing a certain trio of friends. He is also having a struggle of sorts with himself, and how he feels about things..... I've decided to use another Linkin Park song: "Lying From You" (just in case, the lyrics are in the " ~* " things).... Also, this one is in 1st person, so you'll all be looked straight through Draco's eyes this time :) One more thing, then I promise I'll get to it, when it comes to ingredients, I'm clueless as what to say, so it might seem a bit odd....Unfortunately, Microsoft has decided it hates me and won't let the italics work (it won't stay at "normal") so, a flashback this time will begin and end with these: ~~~~~~~~~~~. k? sorry if it's confusing and, also, any weird spacing, this one is kinda screwed up for some reason. Ok, enough talking, lol, here you go....
~*When I pretend
Everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you had always
Wanted to see*~
Stupid Weasley, he just put in the tail before the dragon's nail. Doesn't he know that's gonna make it....
*BOOM*
Moron, now there's smoke everywhere, if he got my robes dirty I'm gonna kill him. Maybe it doesn't matter if he destroys those rags he calls clothes but this are proper, expensive clothing, not that he'd know about anything like that. He was too busy watching that Mudblood, Granger, with a goofy expression on his ugly little freckled face. I wonder if she notices, probably not. If it's not in a book that girl doesn't pay attention to it. At least this served some purpose, Snape's really going at him...
"WEASLEY! If you can't manage to make a simple potion without screwing up the ingredients, then what the HELL are you doing in your 6th year?!?!" Ohh, I think he noticed the redhead's little attraction..."Maybe you would make it if you kept your eyes ON the directions and OFF Ms. Granger! I don't want your stupid little love lives to interfere with my class, understood?"
Oh this is priceless, poor little Ro- Weasley's face is matching his hair. Well, what can be seen, anyway, soot is covering most of his cheeks and forehead... hmm, it's a rather good look for him. Looks like he wants to hex Snape, but now would be a good time to just nod and turn away, but....
"I was looking at the directions! Just because ONE thing goes wrong doesn't mean I'm an idiot! So leave Hermione out of this!"
Stupid boy doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut, but his answer does provide me with a lot of amusement. I suppose if I'd just gotten paired with that little Mudblood, I'd be rather angry too. I can barely conceal my laughter, Snape doesn't like being yelled at....
"20 points from Gryffindor for insolence! I don't want to see you move your eyes from that sheet for the rest of class, Weasley, got it? And Ms. Granger, I'd appreciate it if you could turn down your charm a little so my students can actually get some work done".
Wow, that was harsh. What am I saying? It's Granger, she deserves it. Yeah, deserves it a lot.
~*When I pretend
I can forget about the criminal I am Stealing
second after second just 'cause
I know I can/But
I can't pretend this is the way
It will stay*~
Aww, her face is becoming identical to her little boyfriend's. It looks like she's gonna start screaming too... oh nope, Wonderboy is finally standing up, I was wondering how long he was gonna wait. This is getting good...
"You have no right to say that to her!"
Snape's turning to ole scarhead, "Much as you like to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, Potter, this is none of your concern. 10 points for interference."
Har- Potter wants to yell out some more, I can tell. He looks somewhat desperate. Maybe all these years of baseless abuse from Snape has gotten to him. Did I say baseless? I meant...worthy, yes, worthy. After all, he's a conceited prick, Granger's a know it all Mudblood, and Weasley's like an annoying puppet.
~*I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be*~
Damn, he's sitting down, I guess the shows over. Where did I put that nail....
"What the hell did we ever do to you!?"
Guess I was wrong. Oh so strong little Potter has finally cracked, it seems. Snape doesn't look particularly pleased...
"Mr. Potter, take your seat and don't use that tone with a Professor. Of course, I wouldn't expect you to know anything about respect. You, who everyone lets run free because of a little scar. You, with your fame and attitude. How could I expect any son of the great James Potter to have manners?" Hmm, Snapey's voice has become a bit deadly.
Ohhh, Potter doesn't like it when you talk about his daddy. His mouth opens...and, wait, a girl's voice?
"Stop it you heartless jerk! Why would Harry, or any of us for that matter, respect you? From the first day, the FIRST DAY, you decided who and what we were! From the first day, you've done nothing but be unfair and cruel! How are we supposed to respect a man who can use something like Harry's scar against him? Or who makes it so that Neville is too nervous to do any potions and then punish him for it?! Or who screams at Ron for a mistake that would've been glossed over had it been someone like Crabbe!?" her voice gets a little harsher, "Or, how about someone who is so damn bitter with their own life that they take it out on people who are screwed the moment he lays eyes on them?"
Woaaah, didn't know Her-, er, Mudblood, had it in her. No one else did either, by the looks on everyone's faces. Her two little buddies are staring at her in shock. She not only flipped out, but on a teacher. Perfect Gryffindor Granger, who woulda thought? Snape's expression is by far the funniest, I must admit. His mouth is hanging open and his sallow face is becoming flushed. Where's a camera when you need one? I didn't know eyes could be so angry, this is gonna be good...
"50 points from each of you for disrespect for a teacher! You, Ms. Granger, can join me for a week of detentions and from now on, keep your smart little mouth to yourself. Contrary to your belief, you do not, in fact, know everything. I don't have to explain myself to you and you will respect me because I am your professor. You need no further reason than that."
I think she's gonna just sit down now quietly, the best idea, I think, considering Snape's mood... Oh, wait, she's speaking softly..
"Actually, Professor, I think I do need more reason." Second time today Snape's speechless, I don't think he's handling it well.
Hang on, what is that girl doing? Putting her books in her bag... Merlin's beard... she's walking out of class. Snape... Snape's sputtering! No one will believe us! Wonder how her comrades are taking this... they're taking their stuff too! They're not gonna... Yup, there they go, right out the door after her. Stupid Three Musketeers wanna be's.
~*So I'm
Lying my way from you
[No/No turning back now]
I wanna be pushed aside
So let me go*~
They're just digging themselves in farther. Potter and Weasley could stayed here and spared themselves. Gryffindors. She's kinda lucky, though, to have people who will follow her after something like that... Ah, what am I thinking? You gotta watch out for yourself, Slytherin motto.
~*[No/No turning back now]
Let me take back my life
I'd rather be all alone*~
Other people slow you down.
~*[No turning back now]
Anywhere on my own*~
Yeah, that was just a momentary loss of sanity. Smart people do for themselves. Right, good. Smart people know where true power is. Smart people follow the side that's gonna win. And, can't forget, smart people listen to their fathers....
~*'Cause
I can see
[No/No turning back now]
The very worst part of you
Is me*~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Father walked in 5 days after our "disagreement". House elves had been bringing me water and fruit, bread, etc. after the second day. It was ok, that was more than he let them bring last time. He wouldn't let them tend to my injuries though, or give me any sort of pain reliever. The cuts began to scab over, only to rip open when I had to move to eat. At least there's a bathroom attached to my room...even if it was hell getting to it. Sometimes I crawled. Me, a Malfoy, crawling across the floor. Half of me wondered if I would die from the pain, the other half wished for it.
I decided I would apologize and agree with whatever he said.
~*I remember what they
taught to me
Remember condescending talk
Of who I ought to be*~
I had taken my chance, my stand, and failed. Like I did at everything else. Yes, it would be cowardly, yes I was one step closer to being Lucius, but I was in no condition to fight. There'd be another opportunity... I had to believe that.
So, I would go back to being the old Draco.
~*Remember listening to all
of that
And this again
So I pretended up a person who was fitting in*~
The Draco that spat on Granger for her blood, Weasley for his money, or lack thereof. On all Gryffindor's for their mindless bravery. On Dumbledor for being a muggle lover. I would be the epitome name once again, comfortable in my wealth and superiority. That's who everyone wanted to see, that's who they'd get...
~*And now you think this
person
Really is me and I'm
[Trying to bend the truth]*~
I was sitting up in bed when he entered. Quickly, I halted the instinctive glare and tried for contrite.
"Given any thought to your situation, son?" His face twisted in a mockery of a smile. He knew how I'd given up. Bastard.
Don't call me son! my mind screamed. But my mouth, the voice that mattered, spoke softly in apology, "Yes, Father. I'm", damn I was gonna choke on it, "I'm sorry for how I acted. It must have been the shock at such a.." disgusting, horrific, "wonderful.." insult, dishonor, "privilege". (a/n I know that sentence looks a little weird and it might be hard with the italics, but the underlined parts is Draco's 'mind's voice)
~*But the more I push
The more I'm pulling away*~
That sadistic grin widened. What kind of man enjoys torturing his son? I could've gotten someone else, had fate been more on my side. Someone who wouldn't have destroyed my mother, someone who would be proud of me, someone who wouldn't force me to pretend all the time. Bastard.
~*'Cause I'm
Lying my way from you*~
When he spoke, it was laced with victory, "I'm glad you've come to that conclusion. Although, I am sorry how it had to come about", Like hell you are! my mind shouted, "Draco, with the Dark Lord at your side, you will reach unimaginable power. You could bring immense prestige to our name or you could destroy it", he came very close to me, "Don't screw up, boy, not again".
I swallowed my rage along with the desire to strike him and answered in what I hoped was a respectful tone, "Yes sir, I won't let you down."
~*This isn't what I wanted to be*~
He narrowed his eyes at me and spat, "Doubtful", before striding out curtly ordering that I was expected downstairs for dinner that night.
~*I never thought that what
I said
Would have you running from me
Like this*~
Yeah, that was fun. Getting appropriately dressed, making it down the flights of stairs and sitting straight in a stiff chair. Sit in that stiff chair and eat some refined dish that was hard to pronounce. Sit in that chair eating that food and watching my mother do her best not to look me in the eye. I didn't blame her, I even was grateful. I knew what would be there: pain, anger, self-hatred, and a million unspoken apologizes. I didn't, don't, want them. If she tried to intervene he'd do the same to her, maybe worse. At least most of his anger was wasted on me. Not when I was in school, though, no, I couldn't help her then. I couldn't deflect the fury. During those months, she was his subsititute. I knew that and, because I knew it, I didn't want her apologies. I glanced at Lucius, sitting in another stiff chair, watching us, waiting for one of us to do something wrong. Waiting so he could have a release at our expense.
~*The very worst part of you*~
Bastard...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mr. Malfoy! Malfoy! Draco!"
What? Oh, Snape's calling me.
"Yes Professor?"
He looks at me oddly, "Class is over, Draco."
I look around, every seat is empty. When did that happen? Snape's still giving me weird looks, so I hurry to gather my stuff, shooting him a smirk as I leave, "Bye, Professor."
What's next? Who cares, it's probably with those Gryffindors again. Honestly, why do they insist on having us together so much? Are they secretly hoping we'll all kill each other? Maybe that wouldn't be so bad...
I just want to get to Quidditch practice. I don't care if my father did buy me the spot, I'm good at it and I've proven that. To hear him tell it, I'm such a worthless player it was a wonder they let me on even with the new brooms. Always letting that "Potter brat" beat me. Oh yes, he explained it all, I had the bruises to prove it. So did my mother for bearing such a "sad excuse for a man".
~*The very worst part of you*~
I put on my smirk and prepare my next set of SuperPotter/Ragitty Weasley/DirtyBlood Granger insults as I open the door to my next class.
Bastard.
~*Is me*~
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A/N I know a already said sorry of OCC- ness, but I'd like to add one in for Hermione's outburst. I know she's not the type, but remember when she slapped Draco? I firmly believe she has a very big temper, it just takes a lot to bring out. So, just assume this is a very tense time for everyone and that's what caused it, thanx :)