Ok, HAAAAAAAAAD to do this. I saw the AMV and just went SQUEE- THATS A FANFIC! Well, ok, maybe more of the SQUEE part than the "thats a fanfic!" part :shrugs: See if you can guess what Draco's "happy thought" was. Special taco and a personally made drabble for the first correct guess. If you give up trying to read inbetween the lines and just wanna KNOW, message me and I'll tell. NO TACO FOR YOU THOUGH.

but still love.

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Note- song is "I'll try" from the Return to Neverland OST, so don't think I was just off my rocker with the "pixie dust" stuff

Dedicated to: Edo-kun for his bazillion reviews, shocking attention span and buns of steel to not only read through about 30 stories in one day,but have feeling in his ass after it all. LOVE YOU TOO EDO-KUN!
His Happy Thought

Alone in his sadness, inhis flea for freedom, Draco mused quietly to himself in the dark room of some nameless inn.

I am not a child now. I can take care of myself. I mustn't let them down now. I'm fine...I'm fine.

Tears ran freely, no one to see them fall now.

I'm too tired to listen. I'm too old to believe these childish stories. There is no such thing as faith and trust ...and pixie dust.

The night was thickening outside his dusty window, Severus' snores filling the otherwise silent room.

I TRY, but its so hard to believe. I TRY, but I can't see what you see. I try...I try...I tried...

An emptiness was settling in the bottom of his aching heart and he hated it.

My whole world is changing. I don't know where to turn.

Hated his weakness.

I can't leave you waiting.

Hated how much he loved his parents.

But I can't stay and watch the city burn.

Hated how deeply he was hurt and terrified.

I try and try to understand the distance in between the love I feel and the things I fear and every single dream...

His fingers caught on a tear in his shirt and he was reminded bitterly of splatters of endless crimson staining his front and bottle-green eyes widening in horror. Odd, that. Thinking of him at a time like this. Somehow, a ghost of a smile tugged at his pale lips and he found himself imagining those fierce green eyes trapped beneath his own silver. Imagined pinning that willowy frame between himself and a hard place. Imagined...standing beside him.As a rival. As an ally.As a friend.As a...

I...can finally see it...

Fingers traced an all too familiar face fondly, memories the only thing guiding.

Now I have to believe.

Those green eyes would gaze tenderly, all the malice lost and long forgotten.

All those precious stories.

Those green eyes shining with loyalty and emotion and friendship and...

How the world is made of faith. And trust...and pixie dust.

He smiled a little more, finding it not so painful now. The tears had stopped and his heart didn't feel so heavy anymore.

So I'll try. Cause I finally believe.

Sure, the chances of him living beyond tonight were slim and his elite future was shot to hell, but he didn't much care anymore.He was still alive and he'd fight to protect those he cared for, and had yet to care for, until his dying breath.

I'll try. Cause I can see what you see.

For all the wrongs in his life, for all the mistakes and horrors and pains and losses, he'd found the one thing that brought him back from the brink.

"I will try...to fly."

He'd found his happy thought.