A/N: Ok, so this is my first time adding lyrics to a story (I never realy liked using copyrighted material, but this is a fanfic, so, hey! Nothing is safe anymore!), but this song just fit Draco so well. I call it the Stalker Song. (It was a song showed to be by my own personal stalker.) You'll see what I mean when you read the lyrics.

Warnings: a little cussing.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter goes to J.K. Rowling. Lyrics are Out Of My Head by Mobile.

lyrics- italicised and centered

Broken With Amaranta

Come on over
Let me watch you
Let me hold you
Let me touch you

Draco sighed as he watched Amaranta eat with Harry and his friends again. It seemed like so long ago when she had been his friend. Just the other day when she used to latch onto his arm tightly, afriad that he would drift away…

Suddenly, his split pea soup didn't look so appetizing. Blaise had noticed his thin form lately and glared at him as he ignored his food. "If you don't eat something now, man, I swear I'll hex you into the next year, even if you are my best mate," Zabini growled. "I won't allow you to destroy yourself over some stupid depression! If that stupid girl is—"

Draco held his hand up. Even with their relationship hanging by a breaking thread, he wouldn't let Zabini insult the girl he loved. "It's not her fault. If anything, it's mine. I can't tell her what I'm doing, hell, I can't tell anyone. If she found out she'd hate me, but its for her own good."

"That's very un-Malfoy of you to sacrifice everything for a girl, let alone someone as lowly as her," Blaise cocked an eyebrow. He had watched his friend go through his new metamorphisis. At first, he thought it'd be good for him, but if he was going to act like this…

Draco let his head sink into his hands. "Right now, I'd give anything to not be a Malfoy."

The bell signaled the end of the lunch period, and Draco lazily let Blaise lead him to his next class. Oh dear Merlin, why did it have to be a "Draco" day?

Right or wrong
I should have stayed up 'till the break of dawn
Ever since our eyes did meet
I long to see
Your eyes
Surprised me like a moon on a cowboy movie screen
I never found out what it means!

Everything was so awkward. Amaranta's bamboo plant sagged under the weight of her emotions. Even if she kept a stoic face, Draco knew she was far from emotionless. He hated how tense she was whenever they were together. And every time, which was all the time, she caught him looking at her, he saw something of a glint of hope in her eyes, but then he'd always do something retarded and mess it up.

Gracious Merlin, she was so damn cute when she looked up at him hopefully. Oh, how he wanted to make up with her! He wanted to go back to hugging her tightly and watch her virgin blush crawl slowly across her face. How he wanted to make oh-so-subtle passes at her. How he wanted to wrap his hands around her slim waist and pull her closer! If he wanted it all so badly, why couldn't he just humble himself and apologize?

"I see you've been watering the plant I bought you," Draco snorted. Curse you, Malfoy pride!

"You know damn well why it's like this!" Amaranta shrieked furiously, tears glistening her eyes. The bamboo plant clawed at him viciously.

Dammit! Why did he always screw up like this? "Sorry if your emotions are so heavy." He didn't mean to make that as jeering as it was.

"Why are you being such an arse lately?" Amaranta cried before taking Mr. Bamboo with her up into her room. Wouldn't he like to know the answer to that question.

I must be out of my head
It must be something I said
So come on
I'll waste my life [on you
You think I'm out of my head
But I'm romantically dead
So come on
I'll waste my life on you!!!

Sometimes he couldn't take it anymore. Draco would seek refuge in the boys' bathroom on the sixth floor. He was a bit embarassed when Moaning Myrtle found him during one of his pity sessions. He never took to the girly ghost. She was just so…weird. But, she didn't laugh at him, as he thought anyone would, should they see him. In fact, she listened to his complaints and sympathized with him.

When he burst in there that particular day, it seemed as if she was already waiting for him.

"Don't," she crooned, noticing the tears streaming down his face. "Oh, don't…Tell me what's wrong…I can help you…"

"No one can help me," Draco shivered. "All I ever do is…hurt her…Why can't I…ever say…what I truly feel? …I don't want to do this…but I have to…for her sake…and mine…they'll kill me…and her…"

He gave a sobbing shudder, and then looked up into the cracked mirror. His heart nearly stopped when he saw Potter gaping back at him. Fear and rage welled up in him within seconds, and he flicked around wand in hand. His hex had missed Potter merely by inches, shattering a nearby lamp. Harry flicked his wand, thinking the spell in his thoughts, but he blocked the jinx.

"No! No! Stop it!" shireked Moaning Myrtle, floating around them anxiously. "Stop! STOP!"

The blood pumped through his brain, but Draco wasn't thinking. His body moved on its own, throwing all manner of curses at Potter, who dodged, blocked, and parried with equally strong hexes and jinxes. All he knew is that he wanted this boy dead, now. He raised his wand, "Cruci—"

"SECTUMSEMPURA!" shouted Potter from the floor, after slipping on some water.

It felt as if about twenty or so swords had sliced him open. His blood splattered along the bathroom floor, and his body cried out to him in pain, but he made no sound, only fell to the floor, shaking, clutching his gaping chest. His chalk-white hands shook uncontrollably.

"No—" he could hear Potter gasp in fear. "No— I didn't—"

Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream: "MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!"

Draco didn't even hear the door bang open through Myrtle's squeals. He saw Snape over him, and saw his lips mutter something quietly, moving his wand graciously across Draco's body. Slowly, the pain dulled a bit, but didn't disappear. His godfather wiped the muck from his face, and continued the spell. Some of his wounds seemed to be repairing themselves.

"Come, you need the hospitle wing," even Snape's drawling voice felt like an angel's then. "There may be a certain amount of scarring, but if you take a dittany immediately we might avoid even that." He hoisted Draco up so that he was standing and supported his weight with his arm. He turned to Harry in cold fury. "And you, Potter…You wait here for me."

Come on over
Let me watch you
Let me hold you
Let me touch you

Harry was on his last nerve right now. He felt so…filthy when he had tried to lie his way out of detention; it didn't work of course, (he still got the whole end of terms worth of detention) but he wasn't proud to try and cover up what he had done like some little sneak. It didn't help when Amaranta found out. She hadn't looked at him with hate or disgust as he had feared. It was worse: disappointment and hurt.

"Amaranta, I didn't mean to!" Harry sweared.

"Please, Harry, I'm sorry, but," she didn't look him in the eyes, tears already streaming her face. "I realy can't look at you right now. Maybe I'll see you later." And she dashed into the infirmary.

Dianthe appeared around the corner, morphing in out of the shadows. She had a triumphant smirk on her face that made Harry sick. She applauded him mockingly. "Good job! You successfully made her suffer, and I didn't even have to lift a finger! If it's going to be like this, I think I'll keep you around."

"Shut up, wench!" Harry howled.

Dianthe only laughed. "To think, the stoic, cold-hearted Amaranta that I knew could actually shed tears. It's much more satisfying than I thought it'd be, although I'd much rather be the cause of those tears, but no, Harry Potter, that award goes to you. Congratulations."

"Just shut up!" Harry yelled, then turned away, he was going to be late for detention.

I'm right, you're wrong
You should have come to me before too long
You'll never leave my sight again
To keep you then
Your eyes
Deny me like the sun on a night sky movie scene
And I just don't care what it means!

Draco woke to find a tears-stained face sleeping solemnly next to his. He nearly fell out of his bed, when he realized it was Amaranta's face. He sat up, and finally took in the situation. He was in the hospital wing after taking many potions from Madame Pomfrey that made him really drowsy. Amaranta must have been crying over him and fallen asleep. She was sitting on the edge of her chair, head rested on her arms, which were resting on the side of his bed.

He smiled as his racing heart calmed down. He smoothed her hair fondly, relieved to be in her presence without her screaming at him in righteous fury.

I always manage to make her cry, Draco thought glumly, finding himself unable to stop petting her. A new surge of love coursed through him. He would protect her. There shouldn't be any reason for her to have to worry her pretty little head over such trifling matters as Lord Voldermort —he still couldn't help, but shudder at the name— or the war that was unfolding before them.

While he was sitting there, wallowing in self-pity in the bathroom (Draco felt particularily disgusted with himself for this), he was running out of time. He needed to finish his scheme quickly, or both he and Amaranta would get hurt.

With a new surge of determination, Draco got off of the crisp, white sheets and walked around to where Amaranta lay sleeping peacefully. He knelt down and chastely kissed her lips before shrugging on his robes. He would do it. He would bring down Dumbledore and save Amaranta!

And I hate to be the one
The one to drop you the bomb
You wouldn't wait around
But I'll be watchin' you

I'll watch your every move
You can't know we can't hurt
You got no choice I got you!!!

Amaranta awoke with a loud bang! She nearly jumped three feet in the air, shouting wordless nonsense, before she finally calmed down. She looked around, the infirmary was dark and empty. It was late in the evening, so Madame Pomfrey probably was in her office. Why hadn't the old nurse woken her? What if Draco had woken up? Draco? She looked at the empty, ruffled hospital bed. Where was Draco?!

Amaranta about bolted out the door when an eerie green light from the window caught her eye. Cautiously, Amaranta stalked towards the open window and gasped in horror: The Mark was hovering above the Astronomy Tower.

Immediately, her brain kicked into combat mode. Whipping out her wand, she burst out of the infirmary, glancing every direction before moving towards the stares. She could hear the sound of distant battles, and decided it best to avoid those spots. She didn't want to waste her time on any of the Death Eaters, no, she wanted to kill the source. That always solved the problem. And besides, her instinct was telling her to go up.

ON the way, however, she bumped into a very healthy looking Draco Malfoy, who stared at her in mild surprise. "D-Draco! You're okay!" Amaranta shuddered between breaths. "What's going on? The Mark—"

"Hurry, Amaranta, come with me," he said forcibly and grabbed her by the arm. Even if Amaranta had wanted to, she couldn't break fom his steel grip. She was so utterly confused.

"Draco, what's going on…?" she asked, letting herself be dragged along. "Is…Is Voldermort here?"

"No, it's alright," he said, suddenly stopping and gripping both her shoulders, forcing her to face him. His face looked strangely calm and dark, despite his smile. "Just be safe, Amaranta. I'll take care of the rest. I'll come back for you later." And with that note, he shoved Amaranta into an empty classroom, and locked the door with a strong spell, as well as many Protection spells. All of the Death Eaters had been ordered not to harm her, but just to be safe.

Draco quickly turned away, ignoring Amaranta's muffled cries of protest, quickly casting the Muffliato spell just before leaving. He had seen something fly into the Astronomy tower, and he needed to get there quickly.

When he arrived he cast the Expelliarmus Charm, but was disappointed and glad to find only the old fool's wand fly across the floor. And it irked him that Dumbledore didn't look the slightest bit distressed. "Good evening, Draco."

He glanced over at the second broom. "Who else is here?"

"A question I could ask you. Or are you acting alone?"

"No, I've got back up. There are Death Eaters here in your school tonight." He had meant this as more of a threat than an answer.

"Well, well," Dumbledore said kindly as if Draco were showing him his Potions project. "Very good indeed. You found a way to let them in, did you?"

"Yeah, right under your nose and you never realized!" Draco felt disturbed that he had this sickening feeling of fear in him.

"Ingenious," Dumbledore said. "And yet…forgive me…where are they now? You don't seem to be supported."

"They met up with some of your guards." Dammit! Why the hell was he shaking?! This senile, old fool was unarmed, and showed not the slightest bit of hostility towards him! "They're fighting down below. They won't be long….I came on ahead. I've got a job to do."

"Well, then, you must go on and do it, my dear boy," Dumbledore smiled.

Draco merely stared at him.

"Draco,Draco, you are not a killer."

"How do you know?" Malfoy snapped at once. He soon realized how childish this sounded and blushed. Why, in the most important moment, was he acting like a fool? "You don't know what I'm capable of! You don't know what I've done!"

"Oh, yes I do, You nearly killed Katie Bell and Ronald Weasley, and even tried to kill me, which were very feeble attempts, I'm afraid. So feeble that I wonder if your heart was truly in it. I don't think you'll kill me, Draco. Killing isn't as easy as the innocent believe. So, while we wait here for your friends, why don't you tell me how you smuggled them in here? It seems to have taken you a long time to have worked out how to do it."

Draco just stared again, his shaky hand point directly at Dumbledore's heart. "I had to mend the broken Vanishing Cabinet that no one's used for years. The one Montague got lost in last year." Why the hell was he telling Dumbledore like this? He wasn't nearly as classic as to monologue before killing his enemy.

There was a loud bang from downstairs, the fight was getting closer. A shout, and another bang caroused up the spiral staircase.

"There is little time one way or another," Dumbledore said. "So let us discuss your options, Draco."

"My options!" Draco shouted. "I'm standing here with a wand, about to kill you!"

"My dear boy, if you were going to kill me, you would have already done so."

"I haven't got any options!" Draco's fear rushed up form the pit of his stomach. He grew even paler. "He'll kill her! If I don't kill you, he said he'd kill her and then me!"

"I appreciate the difficulty of your situation," Dumbledore said truthfully. "Why else do you think I have not confronted you before now? Because I know that you and my adopted daughter would have been murdered if Lord Voldermort realized that I suspected you. But now, at last, we can speak plainfully to each other. No harm has been done, you have hurt nobody, though you are very lucky that your unintentional victims survived…Amaranta would be very angry to find that you have let Death Eaters into her only home now…I can help you, Draco."

Suddenly, footsteops were thundering up the stairs, and a second later four people in black robes buffeted Draco out of the way. One of the Death Eaters, a lumpy-looking man with a lopsided leer gave a wheezy giggle. "Dumbledore cornered!" he turned to a lanky woman beside her. "Dumbledore wandless, Dumbledore alone! Well done, Draco, well done!

"Good evening, Amycus," Dumbledore nodded calmly towards the Death Eater, as if this were all a house-warming party. "And you've brought Alecto, too….Charming…"

The woman growled angrily. "Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed?"

"Jokes? No, no, these are manners," Dumbledore shook hi head, smiling.

"Do it," said a filthy, grey-haired man. He had a raspy bark of a voice, long fingernails, and smelled undeniably of dirt, sweat, and blood.

"Is that you, Fenrir?" Dumbledore asked.

"That's right," even his teerth were yellow, although red-stained now. "Pleased to see me, Dumbledore?"

"No, I cannot say that I am. I must say, I'm a little shocked that Draco would bring you here, where his friends live…"

"I didn't," Draco refused to look at Fenrir. "I didn't know he was going to come."

"But you know how much I like kids, Dumbledore. Especially the little plant girl. I'm not a vegetarian, but I bet her squeals are just—"

"REDUCTO!"

A jet of red light illuminated Fenrir's back and he fell to the floor, unconcious. Everyone whipped around to see Amaranta stepping victoriously on the werewolf's unconscious back. "Who's going to eat me?" Amaranta smirked, looking down at the werewolf.

A sense of pride rushed through Draco. That's his girl! That was the girl he fell in love with. Tough as nails. But fear was soon replaced as she finally looked up.

"Draco, did you really think you could…keep me…" Her sentence slowed to a halt as she took in the scene. He adoptive father, Dumbledore, standing cornered and alone, surrounded by four Death Eaters, one now unconscious, Draco's wand pointed directly at his heart.

"Get her," one of the Death Eater's snapped out of his trance, and Amaranta was immediately, being held so that her arms were above her hand, and her wand in Amycus' grubby fingers.

"Hey, let me go! What the bloody hell—?" She stopped her words as Professor Snape burst through the ramparts. Her eyes glistened with hope. The Astronomy tower was suddenly silent, all eyes on Snape.

"Snape, the boy doesn't seem to be able to—" Amycus was cut off as Snape pushed past them, and shoved Draco out of the way.

"Severus…" Dumbledore spoke—no, begged softly. "Please…"

Amaranta's mind was in a flurry. There was only one thought she could make out: Her whole life's meaning rested on Snape's thin shoulders. His decision would affect the rest of her life. Of course, she trusted the Potions Master to save them all. She had a feeling about him, like some brotherly connection.

Dumbledore turned his sad, twinkling eyes on Amaranta. "I'm sorry you have to see this…"

Snape raised his wand and pointed it straight at Dumbledore. Amaranta's breath hitched in her throat. "Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!" Although she could feel the breath come out of her lungs, she couldn't hear her strangled cry. She could only watch helplessly as the lethal green light struck the old wizard squarely in the chest. For a moment, it seemed as if he was suspended in the air, then he flew over the battlements and down, towards the ground. Although none could see it, although Amaranta could feel it, one of the trees in the nearby courtyard suddenly grew at an alarming rate, it's branches spreading out in a canopy, and caught the old man's dead body.

Tears were readily streaming down Amaranta's pale, wide-eyed face. "NO! DAD!" She turned to Snape and Draco, pure fury in her eyes. "WHY?! WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! I TRUSTED YOU! I TRUSTED YOU!" The young Blommarian struggled against the grasp of her tall captor; she wanted to hurt them. She wanted revenge. "WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! ANSWER ME, DAMMIT! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU KILL THE ONE MAN WHOEVER LOVED ME COMPLETELY?! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

Draco cowered behind Snape's steadfast form. What had he done? No, he couldn't lose his resolve now. He always knew that she'd be hurt when she found out. She'd get over it. After he explained to her, she would realize that it was all for her sake, and then she'd love him again. But he couldn't rid himself of those dreaded words. "I hate you!"

They all jumped when they heard the sound of lacksydaisical clapping. They turned back to the entrance where a very smug Dianthe leaned against the stone wall. "Good job, Draco," it was obvious how much it took for her to contain her mirth. She was positively beaming. "I must admit you're quite clever. Even I wouldn't have thought of such a plan to break Amaranta—oh, yes, you did, boy. She's broken. You and Professor Snape were the only people she ever trusted. Now she can never trust again." She glided mystically towards where Amaranta cried pathetically. "Trust no one! Everyone is an enemy. They only want to hurt you!"

"No!" Draco shouted before he realized.

Amaranta raised her head slowly to reveal glazed over eyes, puffy and red. "Trust no one. Everyone is an enemy." Her voice was cold and dead.

Snape pointed his wand at Dianthe but she only laughed, and disappeared down the spiral staricase. "Have fun with your broken toy!" Her angelic voice echoed ghostily up over the ramparts.

Amaranta's body went limp as she collapsed into choked sobs. Since she couldn't move her arms to wipe away the tears, they just plopped on the floor. That was the only sounds until Snape bellowed, "Out of here, quickly! And take the girl!"

I must be out of my head
It must be something I said
So come on
I'll waste my life on you!
You think I'm out of my head
But I'm romantically dead
So come on!

I'll waste my life
I'll waste my life
My life on you!!!