Playing our Parts: Drarry Oneshots/drabbles
Author: EmoBarbie
Pairing: Drarry {One sided}, Harry/Ginny
Disclaimer: I do not own any think of Harry Potter. I am simply using the characters to fill my own desire for writing
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Anyone who's ever been in love knows that when you're in love all you want is for that person to see you. You want them to notice you. To acknowledge you. But as far as Draco was concerned Potter paid him no attention...
No matter what he did. He could insult the other, again and again, and for a moment Potter would turn those emerald eyes onto him. And for a moment he would hold that boys attention; but that attention was gone just as soon as it had started and Draco would have to put more effort and more time into gaining that others attention again.
All he wanted was for the other to look at him...to see him. See the desperate need for the attention of the boy that he was supposed to hate. And he did. Do not get him wrong. He hated that boy with every fiber of his body. But there is only so long that you can continue to chase after someone before you start to get attached. It was only now that Draco realized his hatred for the other wasn't exactly as easily portrayed as before. Before he could have easily said he hated Potter for the attention he gathered. For the "I'm all that" attitude that he held without even once doing much of anything to gain his real name in fame.
But now...now his Anger was...confusing. He didn't hate the other so to say. He was just angry...angry that the other still refused him the attention he wanted from the other. Angry that the other still refused to look his way without Draco having to speak up first. Angry that Potter still refused to see him.
And now, suddenly...it's impossible. He didn't even see her slip into his life. He never noticed the red head until it was to late. His compation had weasled her way into Potters life without any effort. Of course he should have known that a weasly would have easily manuvered into Potter's life. He just couldn't believe that he never saw it coming.
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Draco's POV:
She was never an interest to me. Someone as plain and standard as her never seemed like Potters type. She was ugly and so dirty. Why in the world has Potter's eyes ever even hesitated on her? I hated to say it but Potter would have been better of what that mud-blood over that women. At least the mud-blood was smart! That girl...she was nothing! Average grades, average looks, average talent. What did she have that made Potter look her way? What did she have that gained Potters attention? What is it that she has that I do not?
I've done everything for you. Everything I can possibly do to gather the attention I seek from you. I've become your opponent on the quitch field. I've disgraced your friends at every chance that I get. I've taken away any dignity, any thing you hold special. I've made your life a living hell because being nice had never gotten your attenion. And yet still...Still your eyes belong only to her. To that red head weasel that should have never been brought into this life to begin with...That weasel family had been to big. They should have just left it with all boys. But no...That stupid family had just tried once more and finally popped out a little girl and now...now I had to pay for that.
I'm always looking at you. Always seeing you. Smiling at her. Laughing with her...kissing her. I see everything Potter. And yet...still you see nothing of me.
No matter what I do it never seems good enough for you. Never good enough.
So I'm driven to desperate measures. Driven to excepting the dark mark. Driven to kill the one man that taught me just about everything I know. Driven to destroy the one thing in this world that meant anything to me...But still...still your eyes never lingered on me longer then a moment and I hated it! Hated it! After everything I had done to gather your attention. After everything I had put myself through, you still didn't see me.
This is why...this is why I do this. This is why I find myself standing in front of this poorly made home...my wand raised...my aim pointed directly at the red head that means so much to you. Those freckles that you say look so cute on her face. The hair that you say glisten so brightly in the sun now is pulled back into a poorly made ponytail and that smile that you love so much is wiped away from her face and replaced by complete terror.
I will kill her...take away the only thing that you hold so dear to you...then...will you finally see me?
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