When I was born, they looked at me and said, "What a good boy, what a smart
boy, what a strong boy."
-Why did I have to be born a Malfoy? As long as I can remember my father has told me that I am different from other wizards. That I'm better. If that's true, why don't I feel like it?
When you were born, they looked at you and said: "What a good girl, what a
smart girl, what a pretty girl."
-I'm so glad I'm going back to Hogwarts and getting away from my parents. I love them, but it's always been drilled into me that I should be the best, the smartest. Why won't they let me be me?
We've got these chains hanging 'round our necks. People wanna strangle us
with them before we take our first breaths.
-It's always "You're a Malfoy, be proud. You're a Malfoy, I can't be seen with you. You're a Malfoy, you're scum." Dammit, I'm not a Malfoy! I'm ME! Can't I be myself, instead of my father?
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same. When temptation calls we just
look away.
-I thought that when I came to Hogwarts things would be different, but I fell into the same old routine. I became the goody-two-shoes. The smart one. The friend. How many times I have wanted to scream at everyone, to throw off this image and show them the real me.
This name is the hairshirt I wear
-Draco Malfoy had to get out of this train compartment, away from Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy, all waiting for an order like the dogs he had back home. He wanted to breath, to be by himself. He got up and motioned for the others to stay.
He stepped into the hall and made his way to the back of the train. It would be quiet, he would be able to relax and just watch the view speed by, not have to be "A Malfoy" for a short while.
He opened the door to the back of the train and stepped out. He turned around and almost ran into someone. I was a girl. She had her back to him, and her hair was waving and blowing in the wind. It captivated him for a second, and he stared at the mysterious girl, and at the wave of dark brown curls that rippled in the breeze in front of him.
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
-Hermione turned around and collided with someone. She stumbled back and hit the rail at the end of the platform. She rocked back and felt herself start to fall, but was pulled back by the two arms that were quickly wrapped around her. She steadied herself and the arms let her go. She turned around to face her rescuer.
"Granger?" A shocked-looking Malfoy blurted out. She just stared back, arms behind her gripping the rail. "Are you Ok?"
She shook her head to clear it, and to get her hair out of her eyes. When she looked back it was at his face. He actually looked concerned! About her! She nodded and assured him, "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up."
He nodded and his face relaxed. Crossing his arms, he studied her for just a second, then commented, "You look...different."
She was confused for a second. Adolescence had finally backed down, and her wasn't quite so bushy now, but she hadn't changed that much, just grown a few more inches. She realized she hadn't answered him, and that he was still staring at her, so she said the first thing that she could think of, "Probably because I don't have a pile of books blocking me from view." She'd meant for it to sound funny. It just sounded sad.
He gave her a look and didn't reply. He walked forward and leaned on the rail. She glanced at him and leaned against it too. "You look different too."
An ironic grin flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced by something else she couldn't identify. "Probably because I don't have my bookend bodyguards with me, or my laugh track." She shot him a confused look. "Pansy," he answered.
She nodded and grinned. Then pointed out, "This is the first time we've actually talked like human beings."
Ha looked at he rand agreed, then turned back to the view of the trees and mountains streaking past. They stood there, not saying anything. Just watching what the train left behind.
This song is the cross that I bear, bear it with me, bear it with me, bear
it with me. Be with me tonight.
-They stood a while in silence. It was the kind that sat comfortably, that didn't make you itch and squirm.
Hermione turned and asked, "Are you Ok, Malfoy? You look like you've got something bothering you."
He looked at her for a minute. "Do you ever get tired of being what everyone else wants you to be? Do you ever want to just...start over and be yourself?"
She stared at him and answered softly, "Yes. Yes, I know what you mean. You get so tired of the expectations and the rules and the guidelines that you just want to scream at everyone. Just to make them look at you."
They stared at each other, not moving, each realizing what the other had said. The door to the train opened and they both jumped. Ginny Weasley stuck her head out and said to Hermione, "Hey! the boys sent me looking for you. It's almost time for lunch. Hurry up, or they'll pick for you." She pulled her head back in and closed the door.
Hermione looked around and saw Malfoy standing near the door. She understood that if Ginny would still have been there, the door would block him from her vision. She smiled and said "Good thinking."
He grinned. "I don't think they're ready to see us on speaking terms."
She smiled at him and started towards the door, but paused before she left and turned back. "Will you meet me at the Astronomy tower tonight? There's supposed to e a star shower tonight, I think you'll like it."
He nodded and answered seriously, "I'll be there."
A smile lit up her face and she stepped through the door, "Goodbye."
The door closed and he turned back to the rail, but this time there was something missing. He stared at the tracks going by under him, but in his mind he saw brown hair floating in the wind and heard a voice that matched his thoughts perfectly.
boy, what a strong boy."
-Why did I have to be born a Malfoy? As long as I can remember my father has told me that I am different from other wizards. That I'm better. If that's true, why don't I feel like it?
When you were born, they looked at you and said: "What a good girl, what a
smart girl, what a pretty girl."
-I'm so glad I'm going back to Hogwarts and getting away from my parents. I love them, but it's always been drilled into me that I should be the best, the smartest. Why won't they let me be me?
We've got these chains hanging 'round our necks. People wanna strangle us
with them before we take our first breaths.
-It's always "You're a Malfoy, be proud. You're a Malfoy, I can't be seen with you. You're a Malfoy, you're scum." Dammit, I'm not a Malfoy! I'm ME! Can't I be myself, instead of my father?
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same. When temptation calls we just
look away.
-I thought that when I came to Hogwarts things would be different, but I fell into the same old routine. I became the goody-two-shoes. The smart one. The friend. How many times I have wanted to scream at everyone, to throw off this image and show them the real me.
This name is the hairshirt I wear
-Draco Malfoy had to get out of this train compartment, away from Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy, all waiting for an order like the dogs he had back home. He wanted to breath, to be by himself. He got up and motioned for the others to stay.
He stepped into the hall and made his way to the back of the train. It would be quiet, he would be able to relax and just watch the view speed by, not have to be "A Malfoy" for a short while.
He opened the door to the back of the train and stepped out. He turned around and almost ran into someone. I was a girl. She had her back to him, and her hair was waving and blowing in the wind. It captivated him for a second, and he stared at the mysterious girl, and at the wave of dark brown curls that rippled in the breeze in front of him.
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
-Hermione turned around and collided with someone. She stumbled back and hit the rail at the end of the platform. She rocked back and felt herself start to fall, but was pulled back by the two arms that were quickly wrapped around her. She steadied herself and the arms let her go. She turned around to face her rescuer.
"Granger?" A shocked-looking Malfoy blurted out. She just stared back, arms behind her gripping the rail. "Are you Ok?"
She shook her head to clear it, and to get her hair out of her eyes. When she looked back it was at his face. He actually looked concerned! About her! She nodded and assured him, "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up."
He nodded and his face relaxed. Crossing his arms, he studied her for just a second, then commented, "You look...different."
She was confused for a second. Adolescence had finally backed down, and her wasn't quite so bushy now, but she hadn't changed that much, just grown a few more inches. She realized she hadn't answered him, and that he was still staring at her, so she said the first thing that she could think of, "Probably because I don't have a pile of books blocking me from view." She'd meant for it to sound funny. It just sounded sad.
He gave her a look and didn't reply. He walked forward and leaned on the rail. She glanced at him and leaned against it too. "You look different too."
An ironic grin flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced by something else she couldn't identify. "Probably because I don't have my bookend bodyguards with me, or my laugh track." She shot him a confused look. "Pansy," he answered.
She nodded and grinned. Then pointed out, "This is the first time we've actually talked like human beings."
Ha looked at he rand agreed, then turned back to the view of the trees and mountains streaking past. They stood there, not saying anything. Just watching what the train left behind.
This song is the cross that I bear, bear it with me, bear it with me, bear
it with me. Be with me tonight.
-They stood a while in silence. It was the kind that sat comfortably, that didn't make you itch and squirm.
Hermione turned and asked, "Are you Ok, Malfoy? You look like you've got something bothering you."
He looked at her for a minute. "Do you ever get tired of being what everyone else wants you to be? Do you ever want to just...start over and be yourself?"
She stared at him and answered softly, "Yes. Yes, I know what you mean. You get so tired of the expectations and the rules and the guidelines that you just want to scream at everyone. Just to make them look at you."
They stared at each other, not moving, each realizing what the other had said. The door to the train opened and they both jumped. Ginny Weasley stuck her head out and said to Hermione, "Hey! the boys sent me looking for you. It's almost time for lunch. Hurry up, or they'll pick for you." She pulled her head back in and closed the door.
Hermione looked around and saw Malfoy standing near the door. She understood that if Ginny would still have been there, the door would block him from her vision. She smiled and said "Good thinking."
He grinned. "I don't think they're ready to see us on speaking terms."
She smiled at him and started towards the door, but paused before she left and turned back. "Will you meet me at the Astronomy tower tonight? There's supposed to e a star shower tonight, I think you'll like it."
He nodded and answered seriously, "I'll be there."
A smile lit up her face and she stepped through the door, "Goodbye."
The door closed and he turned back to the rail, but this time there was something missing. He stared at the tracks going by under him, but in his mind he saw brown hair floating in the wind and heard a voice that matched his thoughts perfectly.