DISCLAIMER: I don't own hp or any of the characters.
Behind This Mask
Hidden behind this mask,
Conceals my true self,
Who I really am,
Not who I pretend to be.
I rise and rest with the sun. The sun is up so I am. I stand next to the window beside my bed and look out at the dew tipped grounds of the school. Every morning it's the same, I'm up way before the rest of my roommates. I climb down from where I'm perched on the windowsill and stride out of the dorm and into the dungeons. At first I thought this place was so cold because it was practically separated from the rest of the school but I was wrong. It's cold 'cause that who Slytherins are, they're cold and heartless.
Keeping quiet for a Slytherin is like breathing air, it comes naturally, so as I travel through the hallways I'm not worried anyone will find me even though I know I won't get in trouble. The thing is I want to be alone. To know I'm the only one up is like music to my ears. The silence is calming and even though I'm being pathetic and sounding poetic that's all I've really wanted.
Silence is a beautiful thing. No one in this world knows me as I do. My friends think they know me like the back of their hand but they're entirely wrong. They know the fake side of me. The one who is quick to be angered, who lashes out at muggle borns and brags about himself; who's full of himself, this is who they think I am, but it's not.
My footsteps are silent so when my ears pick up footsteps coming from another direction I immediately halt and slip into the shadows that have lingered just for me. Then the thing turns around the corner just ahead or rather she appears. Her brown hair lay in waves over her shoulders which she flicks back to keep out of her face. She shuffles in dark blue slippers with sparkles in them and plaid boxer bottoms. A black spaghetti shirt adorns her chest which is expressed because of the tightness of the top. Clearly she is tired as she walks in the direction of the prefects' bathroom with her necessities.
She walks by me and I am left unseen. Her scent is burnt into my mind so I know it's her. She smells like fresh citrus mixed with vanilla. An interesting combination I know, but the smell is intoxicating. It's a drug and I am its addict, I can't get enough.
Suddenly she stops in the middle of the corridor. All sound is diminished except for my beating heart and heavy breathing. It's as if time has stopped because neither of us moves, nor do we speak. I know she knows I'm here but I hope for once I'm incorrect.
"I know you're there. You can come out…ferret." She says her back still towards me.
At her command I side step out of the shadows and into the sun's light that has just barely risen. I stand there, out in the open, awaiting a verdict, her verdict. She says nothing, does nothing. When she spins around her hair swirling out around her I can merely got at her beauty. She steps forward and I can see the glint in her eye that rarely shines anymore.
"What are you doing out so early in the morning Malfoy? I thought Slytherins didn't wake up until five minutes before class." She roars at me.
"What I'm doing is none of your business but since you asked to politely, I'm going for a walk. Is that a crime? Oh, and for your information not all Slytherins are like that. Don't stereotype all of us." I say smoothly and somewhat sarcastically.
She rolls her eyes and scrunches up her nose.
"Alright Malfoy, I promise not to stereotype you and the rest of your followers," she says mockingly, "I won't disturb you any longer from your walk. Goodbye." She waves her hand and walks in the direction of the prefect's bathroom. I stand there for a few minutes and take in the presence she left behind; her smell and her get-the-hell-out-of-my-way attitude.
No one knows me at all. No one knows what I'm truly like. I confess I don't let anyone in and there's a reason for that. I don't want to get hurt. If anyone knew that I was such a softy my reputation would be obliterated. That and everyone would think they could walk all over me. I keep to myself to protect me.
No one knows that I have a crush on that girl. The one not forty-five seconds ago stood right in front of me. She's no beauty but what makes her pretty is her quirks. The way she taps her foot when she's impatient, the way she's not afraid to bite back when someone's bitten her (so to speak) and the way when she's concentrating on a spell or is in the library studying for something her eyebrow creases and she bites on the inside of her lip. I think it's adorable. She doesn't know she does it though; she doesn't know what it does to me.
I wish I could tell her. Say it to her face: I have a crush on you but think about it. I, Draco Malfoy, saying such a thing is preposterous. I sigh as I stuff my hands in my pajama pants pockets and continue walking through the school.
No one knows me because I hide behind my mask. I do it for a reason, to protect myself.
Rizahawkeye21
A/N: hi again. A little something to chew on. I do own the little passage at the beginning. I made it up. Thanks to Haley.Infinitely.Weird. for beta-ing. Review please.