Title: Beautiful Destruction
Rating: R- Violence, Language, Sexual Content
Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling, I do not wipe my ass with twenty dollar bills and I do not own these characters. I wouldn't mind owning Draco though... J
A/N: The funny thing is I came up with the idea for this story while sitting in church on Christmas staring at the candles that were lit at the alter... I couldn't stop smirking and my mom thought I had gone mad. You always see the characters with the usual disorders... Cutting, Drinking, Anorexia, Bulimia.... Well now its time for a pyro!
Warning: Slash, don't like the idea of two boys snogging? If you don't...GO away... If you do... Have a cup of tea and enjoy.
----It's final. It is possible to have an obsession with some form of human, especially when that human is so much like the addiction your fighting. Draco never thought it was possible for someone to take the personality traits of an element. Draco didn't even know elements had personality traits. Until Ron Weasly walked into Hogwarts...----
Draco-
Draco sat in the back of the potions dungeon as professor Snape droned on about the importance of frog legs in poison antidotes but he wasn't paying very much attention to his head of house instead he was currently wondering why moron's like Weasly made it into advanced potions as he stared at the back of his fire red head. The weasel leaned over to Harry and mumbled something incomprehensible under his breath causing Harry to have to control a sudden fit of laughter. Draco narrowed his eyes in annoyance and crossed his arms over his broad chest as he stared venomously at the back of Ron's head.
"Did you get the answer for number three?" asked Blaise as he snatched Draco's paper from in front of him and scanned it intently. After finding nothing but Draco's name written in the top right corner Blaise threw the paper back in front of Draco who was now glaring at him with the same annoyance he had directed at Weasly.
"What?" asked Blaise in a sort of what-did-I-do-this-time tone. Draco directed his attention back to Weasly completely ignoring his friend's gesture for some kind of explanation to why he was in such a foul mood, then again he always was.
He stared at the ruby red hair his eyes focusing in on the tiny strands of different shades of bronze and gold hidden beneath the red, his eyes continued down to the milky white skin of the back of Ron's neck becoming entranced by the familiar glow. Draco had memorized every part of Ron's body that wasn't hidden by those damned sweaters his mum knit for him or the conservative Hogwarts robes. He spent a lot of time studying as particular spot until he knew it down to every last freckle.
But if the chose were his he would know a lot more of Ron's body then he did now. He wanted to get to know what was under those robes just as well as he knew the parts of Ron's body that wasn't hidden by the thick black thing. All he had was his imagination, and a good one at that.
Draco turned his attention back to his worksheet on their latest potion and began scribbling down the answer's as fast as he could remember them. He momentarily glanced at Blaise who glared at him with frustration.
"Is there a problem?" said Draco in his usual drawl "Besides the fact that your being a complete mental case lately? No nothing at all...." said Blaise sarcastically.
"Well if that's all then I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem for you to shut your face and let me finish my work." said Draco with casual arrogance as he continued to scribble at he parchment glancing up at Weasly every once in a while. All the while Blaise was opening and shutting his mouth in a sort of shock at Draco's last statement causing Draco to roll his eyes... He really was surrounded by morons.
When the bell finally signaled the students to lunch Draco gathered his things and swaggered out to the great hall, Blaise trotting along behind him. He gracefully slipped himself into his seat as the usual idle chatter buzzed from the girls on the other side of the table.
Draco watched silently as students of every house poured into the great hall but to be honest he was only looking for one in particular. When he spotted the read head who was walking with Harry and Hermione laughing and enjoying himself as he resumed usual seat. Draco felt a someone plop down next to him. He sighed inward upon realizing who it was. Pansy began speaking at an abnormally fast pace and she tugged at Draco's arm as if that would get him to speak. He turned to look the annoying pug faced bitch in the face,
"Pansy.." he said completely silencing her. "Yes Draco?" she asked innocently as a sutle smile played across her lips revealing her crooked teeth. "Could you please shut up?" asked Draco projecting that same innocence as he watched that horrendous smile fade to a frown. He smirked as he raised his silver eye brows and nodded his head "That's better" he cooed sarcastically as he patted her lightly on the back.
Draco averted his eyes back to Ron and was pleasantly surprised when his gray eyes connected directly with Ron's stubborn glare. This should be fun...
Draco leaned back in he chair and crossed his arms over his broad chest allowing his infamous smirk to spread across his usual stone cold face. Ron didn't blink, Draco gave Ron a sort of sarcastic wave and smile causing Ron to narrow his eye's in anger. Draco raised an eye brow and smirked at the blushing red head. Ron looked down at his plate and bit his lower lip. Draco was almost sure Ron was aware of the his wolf gray eyes that were burrowing themselves under his skin prying for his every thought.
When lunch was over Draco strode back to his common room by himself with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was always the last one in, mainly because he spent his early evening burning parchment behind Hagrid's hut watching as the flame licked at the milky paper leaving nothing but beautiful destruction behind. Draco rounded the corner to find the "infamous trio" making their way back their own common rooms but paid no attention what so ever to the fact that Ron was approaching the blonde fast.
It was when the Gryfendor tapped Draco on the shoulder in a saucy manner that he noticed the little prat was staring at him again with that same determination. Draco stopped and absentmindedly flicked the imaginary dust from his robes were Weasly had tapped him,
"Yes?" he snapped as he scanned Ron quickly "What are you playing at Malfoy, I know you've got some dirty trick up your sleeve" stated Ron as he contorted his gorgeous freckled face. "What could you possibly be babbling on about now Weasly?" asked Draco as he inspected his finger nails lazily.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about! The way your always staring at me, you cant keep your eyes off!" said Ron raising his voice slightly as his cheeks began to turn crimson red as well as his ears.
"Don't flatter yourself Weasel i was simply counting the dirt flecks on the back of your neck." Stated Draco waving his hand in the air. "Oh and i suppose that's what you were doing at lunch right?" asked Ron... Fucking smart arse.
"May i remind you that i caught YOU staring at me." Replied Draco calmly as he watched Ron shift uncomfortably. "Care to explain yourself?" added Draco noticing how uncomfortable Ron was and loving every moment as watched the blushing coward... How the hell he made it into Gryfendor was beyond Draco. The blonde rolled his eyes.
"I see you have as much of a brain as you do money." Stated Draco as he began trotting of towards his common room leaving Ron in a state of fury.
Once Draco arrived to his dormitory he removed his cloak and shoes and walked over to his bed were he gracefully slip onto the bed as he pulled his wand out and stared at it as if he were trying his best to focus on something that wasn't there. "Inflamo" whispered Draco as he watched the wand catch fire.
He gazed at the flame with a look of longing poking his finger in and out of the golden flame that reflected magnificently in his glossy eyes. The door slammed but Draco didn't remove his gaze from the flame running his finger through the little tear drop of destruction.
"Draco not again your going to catch the school on fire" Stated Blaise wearily to left of Draco "Wouldn't that be splendid, I would finally be free from the shit hole" said Draco as he swayed his wand back fourth watching as the flame clung the magical wood flickering and flaring angrily. "If only..." whispered Draco
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