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 Posted August 9th, 2010 05:12 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
Hey ya all… my first Harry Potter fanfiction… I don’t own any of the characters… if I did… the books would have been mine I tell you and I would be on a sunny beach with a cocktail right now…

Alright so.. this is about Draco Malfoy getting to grips with his past.. with a little help of course… (no slash.. yet…)

Well…. Uuh soo.. here it goes… thanks for reading!!

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I watch you from across the dining-room. Your silver eyes hard and cold and your evil sneer in place. The ice-prince is what they call you, what I used to call you, but after last night…. You turn to one of your ‘friends’ and they laugh at something you say. You laugh as well, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. I can see that from here but they don’t notice.

Last night is still fresh in my mind as I pop some food in my mouth. I hadn’t been able to sleep and had taken my invisibility cloak to take a walk around bored. I was stunned to say the least when I saw you and your father as I walked outside. I couldn’t hear anything but saw his lips move. It must have been some spell. Your hands moved frantically – I assumed you were trying to explain something – he just gave you an evil sneer and his fist caught you in the face. You barely seemed to acknowledge as you simply turn your head back towards the elder man. Briefly I see hatred and anger flash through your eyes. Just for a second though before your icy mask returns. Then your father waved his wand and I was shocked as a whip appeared in his hand. He yelled something and once again for a second I saw something flash through your eyes… fear maybe? Your father grabbed you by the arm, spun you around and pushed you to the floor where he proceeded to hit your back over and over again with the whip. After what I was sure to be an eternity he seemed to get bored with the torture device and the whip disappeared. I saw another evil sneer as you laid there you back bloodied and your robe shredded. The man stood over you his wand razed. I watched his lips as he clearly mouthed ‘crucio’. My eyes widened as you body started to spasm on the floor but still you stay silent although you eyes were closed in pain. After what seemed yet another eternity he waved his wand again and it was over. The silencing spell ended. The blond man muttered another spell and your wounds disappear and your robe magically was whole and clean again “you’re nothing but a worthless piece of crap, don’t you ever forget that” he sneered a broom flying towards the man’s side and he swung his long legs smoothly, gracefully over it and sped away.

I kept staring as you rose to your feet. You clenched you jaw – I guess to suppress a groan, the spell you father had cast must have just been to cover up, not heal – you staggered towards the entrance of the school and I followed unsure why I even care after everything we went through, we’ve been ‘nemesis’s’ from the very first time we met. Before we enter the school you straighten your back and strode inside in the proud, aristocratic way that came with you name.

You seem to joke with your table but you have hardly touched your food. I feel a hand on my shoulder “everything alright?” Hermiony asks and I nod “why wouldn’t I be?” I ask her. She shrugged “you haven’t said anything since we sat down” she replied and I see the worried look on my red-headed friend as well. I smile shaking my head “I’m fine” I assure them.

That night I wonder of with my cloak again. I just can’t seem to fall asleep. I hear something and hide but then I realize it’s you. You creep around silently heading into a bathroom. I follow, curious. When I enter I hold my breath for a minute. You stand there a small dagger in your hand that you slice across the pale skin of your arm drawing the bright-red blood in a strong contrast against the white. You slice again and again. And the look on your face is one of sheer relief. I quickly rush to your side loosing the cloak as I do so and grab you hands. You look up dazedly your silver eyes meet mine “Potter?” you ask softly you voice without the usual sneer and malice. I simply nod “What are you doing?” I say softly still shocked. You frown as if you’re still not sure what is happening then it dawns on you and you snatch your hand away from mine the mask back in place “What do you want Potter?” you sneer although not as fierce as usual and I see the tiredness in your eyes. I sigh “What are you doing” I repeat myself staring at the dagger in your hand and the cuts on your arms.
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Well… thanks for reading everybody!! Hope you all liked it! If you did please let me know… same goes for if you didn’t since some constructing criticism never goes amiss. If people like it, I will update soon!

Love ya all

Xx Malou

"I laugh in the face of danger, then I run and hide till it goes away"
"It peed on my shirt... took my shirt out of the bad and peed on it...! And you say this isn't personal!
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you're evil... do we have to talk about it all day?"{Genre: Friendship}{Gend: Female_or_Male}
   
Danielle
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 Posted August 9th, 2010 08:09 PM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
I am definitely interested! Love dark tinges to stories.
Can't wait to read more!
-claps-
   
ronnie40
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 Posted August 10th, 2010 05:15 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
I like it too Especially the first person narrative you use Good Work, can't wait to read the next chapter
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burningflame
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 Posted August 10th, 2010 07:19 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
*hear clapping*
*bows*
Thank you sooo much Danielle
*grins*
most of my stories are rather dark...
*shrug*
I just love it
*smiles*

Thank you too Ronnie... I'm sooo glad you're enjoying the story...
*nodnod*
here's the new chapter....
I hope it doesn't dissapoint....
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I'm surprised to see you here. When did you enter? I don't know… it doesn't matter "Potter?" I hear myself ask and I cringe inwardly at the utter weakness in my voice. "What are you doing?" you asked in a shocked voice. I frown but then shake myself out of it choosing to ignore your question "What do you want?" I sneer glad my voice sounds slightly more normal.

"What are you doing?" you repeat. I close my eyes "none of your damn business Potter" I sigh really not in the mood for our usual fighting as sudden exhaustion hits me hard. I force it out of my mind though and open my eyes. "Are you alright?" you ask. I can't help but roll my eyes "****ing brilliant" I hiss highly annoyed. I swear inwardly… how did I let this happen? I was becoming careless and I silently curse that it had to be you of all people who found out. "Malfoy…" you soft voice reaches my ears and I sigh "Why don't you tell somebody?" you ask. My head snaps up, you know? I hide my initial surprise and fear though and sneer "Tell what?" I ask mockingly.

Now it's your turn to sigh "I was taking a walk last night, near the lake…". I turn away "Spying on me now Potter?" I smirk trying to divert the attention but you would have none of it "Don't flatter yourself" you return the smirk "How's your back?"

"Fine" I answer curtly the earlier exhaustion revisiting. I lean against the basin closing my eyes trying very hard to keep up the walls I had so carefully build up over the years since now I find them wavering. I'm just too ****ing tired to really care. I need to get the hell out of here so I move to leave the room. You grab my shoulder "Draco…" you voice is almost pleading. I whip around about to wring myself from your grasp but you voice stops me "What the hell do you want Potter?" I repeat myself sighing rubbing my temples… my head is still pounding from where I hit the floor last night. You shake your head "I want to help…" I can't help but chuckle bitterly at this "And why's that?" I smirk... well excuse me for being skeptical. No-one has ever helped me before, and now Potter… of all people… is offering his help?

You shrugg "it's what I do" you smile slightly. I look up and huff "Don't remember asking for your help Potter". You shrug once more "don't need to ask… it's obvious you need it". I now feel my hands ball into fists "I most certainly do not!" I almost yell "I'm fine". You raise your eyebrows "Really? Are you?" you ask while reaching out and pressing your hand on my back. I yelp in surprise jumping away from your touch. Again I curse my weakness "Not the worst I've had believe me. Now if you will excuse me I have to get back" I sigh. You shake your head "Don't even think about it" your voice is determined "How long has this been happening?"

I close my eyes, I really do not want to talk about this…. "Potter just forget what you saw" I order glad to find my voice strong and commanding. You now growl a little in frustration "Does he come here often?" another question I really don't want to answer. "**** Potter, just get of my back" I swear hoping it will push the raven-haired away. You look at me in defiance "No" it's a simple statement. I close my eyes "Potter…" I'm surprised to hear my voice now near pleading as my eyes begin to blur. I angrily bite back the unshed tears, I absolutely refuse to let my nemeses have the satisfaction of seeing me like that.

Your eyes bore into mine questionably, signaling you had noticed. I turn my head away once more cursing myself before yanking from you grip. You allow it for now "Draco… you need to talk about this…" you say softly still blocking my path out of the room and it is making me highly uncomfortable. And when did you decide it was oke to use my first name? "What the hell do you even care!" I hear myself snap. I know very well that you hate me. Is that why you wont just leave me be? As payback for everything I've done over the past 4 years? "Cause I'm human" you counter as I turn my head back "looking for leverage then?" I conclud with a bitter smirk. I see the puzzled expression on you face "It has got nothing to do with that" you reply now raising your voice a little, I am wearing out your patience and it shows. I don't really care though and smirk running a hand through my blond hair "What the hell do you want from me?" I ask exasperated, not like it matters, I know you won't give up until you get what you came in here for and pretty soon I'm going to have to give in and admit defeat if I'm ever to get out of here. Damn you and your stubbornness.

"I laugh in the face of danger, then I run and hide till it goes away"
"It peed on my shirt... took my shirt out of the bad and peed on it...! And you say this isn't personal!
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you're evil... do we have to talk about it all day?"{Genre: Friendship}{Gend: Female_or_Male}
   
Danielle
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 Posted August 10th, 2010 11:59 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
Yay!
-laughs-
This is really good, though, Malou. Poor Draco. I always thought it sucked how Potter never gave him a break, so I'm happy. xD
   
burningflame
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 Posted August 11th, 2010 10:41 AM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
*smiles*
*grins*
I am sooo glad you like it Dani…
*nodnod*
I know! That damn Potter… lol

Here’s the new chappy
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I growl in frustration. Damn you and your stubbornness I sigh "I want you to answer my questions at least…" I reply. I don't mean for my voice to come out this… harsh but the slytherin just drained the last ounce of my patience. You ball your fists aggravated and I hear you sigh heavily in defeat "What does it matter Potter" the question is soft "It's not like there is something you can do" this is final, the of discussion.

Well not for me as I shake my head "Maybe not, but you can't just pretend it isn't happening" I try again. This is going nowhere "What do you want me say?" you growl bitterly "It's just the way thing are, that isn't going to change". I take a deep breath… this is going to be harder then I thought "When did it start?" I ask as a way to get you I watch your reaction. It seems like you're one second away from stomping your feet and whine childishly and despite everything I can't help but to have to try hard to keep from smiling a little. You seem to change your mind though giving in "Ever since I can remember" you voice is flat, tired and soft. I frown "What did he do?" I ask curiosity getting the better of me.

You close you eyes "You don't want to know" you say again turning your head. "I do" I counter although I wonder if I am telling the truth. You simply shake your head "Just leave me alone" you plead again "There is nothing you can do so just spare me you freaking pity" this came strong and cold. I sigh "This isn't pity… it's compassion" I reply fiercly. You smirk "What is the difference?"
I close my eyes "I'm just trying to help" I say my voice frantic. How strange that after years of hate I'm now driven to wanting to help you. You give me a blank look before leaning your head back against the wall exhausted. I can hardly believe how you've changed from when I saw you at diner tonight. I now realize that your hard cold icy manner was just a mask.

You're one hell of an actor having been able to fool everyone for so long. "I don't ****ing need anyone's help" you hiss angrily before pushing yourself from the wall shoving past me "Just leave me alone!" you order while you go for the door and head out back to the dungeons… I shake my head still trying to wrap my mind around what had happened. I sigh… well fine you don't want my help? I sure as hell ain't going to worry about it then. I take a deep breath before heading out the door as well and back to bed.

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I practically ran towards the Slytherin common-room and up to my dorm where I let myself fall on my bed the curtains drawn closed around me. I do a silencing spell before I hide my face into my pillow where I cry… God ****ing damned, I haven't cried in almost 10 years and I hate that I now seem to not be able to fight the tears.

This is just pathetic. I try and stop my childish sobbing as I hear my father's cold demanding voice in my head. "You better no cry boy, Malfoys never cry, it's chidish and foolish". I sniff as I bite my lip and eventually succeed in willing the tears away. I take the silencing spell of, curl myself in a ball and close my eyes drifting of in a restless sleep.

A few hours later I almost jump out of my skin as I feel a hand on my shoulder shaking me awake. I shoot upright and look into the worried face of my potions professor "Mr. Malfoy…" he asks "Everything alright?" I frown instinctively nodding my head "Fine… just uum a dream… I guess…" I respond quickly. I know he doesn't believe me but he let's it go for now.

Sev has some idea of what goes on back home, although he can't be sure. He knows my father well and so is aware what a ****ed up bastard he is. There is something like concern in his eyes before he rises to his feet "It's time for breakfast, get dressed" he ordered turning around his black cloak following gracefully behind him. I shake my head trying to remove the memories the nightmare had left behind before getting dressed and heading down the great hall for some breakfast.

My table acts as if nothing has happened and I'm grateful. We joke some until it is time for our first lesson. I can't seem to focus though and find myself staring out of the window. "Malfoy-Potter…" I look up as I hear my name and frown, now what? I see Potter walk towards me and take a deep breath. He sits down next to me and I avoid the raven-haired's eyes. "Are you alright" his concerned voice reaches my ears and I growl an affirmative answer as I get up to collect the ingredients we're going to need silently cursing Snape under my breath….


"I laugh in the face of danger, then I run and hide till it goes away"
"It peed on my shirt... took my shirt out of the bad and peed on it...! And you say this isn't personal!
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you're evil... do we have to talk about it all day?"{Genre: Friendship}{Gend: Female_or_Male}
   
burningflame
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 Posted August 16th, 2010 06:09 PM   IP           Reply with quote Edit Post Delete post
Were you born with that growl or was it taught over the years? I can't quit figure you out. I see you're on your way back and quickly light the fire underneath the cauldron. You sit back down placing the ingredients on the table. I silently grab some preparing them for the potion we were supposed to make. You watch for a minute before your hand gently pushes mine away and you correct the mistake I was about to made. Where you normally would make a big deal about what a looser I am that I can't even get together a simple potion, this incident goes by uncommented. You just continue with the potion seeming not to notice my stare and intend on avoiding any sort of conversation. At the end of class we put our potion with the rest and you join up with your friend laughing and joking while I meet up with Hermiony and Ron "you survived" Ron only half jokes.

The next few days go by without much of fuss. We have a lot of homework and school plus my friends and quiditch take up most of my time. There is a big match between both our houses in a few days and we spent a lot of time training. I do worry sometimes when I see you around school. Have you cut yourself again? Probably… it's a very addictive habit. It's the night before the game and at diner you again barely eat. I wonder what's wrong but don't get much chance to think about this as Hermiony asks me a question. I glance over at you one last time before turning to my bushy-haired friend and answer.

The next night as the game is about to start I notice your unease, no matter how hard you try to hide it. I see your hand tremble ever so slightly as you grab your broom and you gaze wanders to the crowd. I see your father sitting next to professor Snape and frown. I see you sigh but it's not long till the match is in full swing and I'm caught up in trying to catch the snitch. Your job as well. You shoot by me in the race for the snitch but in your haste you miss it by just a centimeter and I'm able to catch it instead. We won… I'm excited as we dismount our brooms and I'm practically jumped by my teammates. Your team scowls annoyed and you sneer at us. To me though, it's not convincing as your father stands with Snape discussing something. For the first time I feel bad for winning. I watch you but you just hang with you teammates and friends.

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I am so relieved when class is over and I'm glad it went by without much fuss. The next few days things seem to revert back to normal and I'm grateful for the schoolwork and quiditch practice to keep me level and sane. I notice your stares and worried looks as we pass each-other in the hallways, but I refuse to do something about them. I convince myself I don't need your pity nor want your help. I've been alone all my life, without help, why would I need any now?

Then the match begins and before we mount our broom I scan the crowd as they cheer and yell. I completely freeze as I see my uncle sitting with my father… what is he doing here? I swallow the lump in my throat. This is supposed to be my sanctuary, my safe haven… and now he is here - again -? This just wasn't fair. As if I haven't got enough trouble to cover things up when I return from a holiday, he is going to make this even more difficult.

I had kept my external shell though as the good little boy I am, and was grateful no-one seemed to have noticed… except for you, ****ing Harry bloody Potter. I growl slightly shaking my head… did you have to stick your nose into everything? We mount our broom and I just pray to whomever will listen that we will win. I give my father one last glance and then I'm off. High-speed, I've quickly spotted the snitch and rush of after it. I nearly catch it when I realize I'm to fast and can't quit get my hand around it. I curse and just pray for another chance. Not a minute later however you've caught the golden ball and the game is over.

We dismount my team joining me at my side disappointed. I catch a glimpse of my father's disapproving face and sigh… there'll be hell to pay later. I smile as Goyle sais something that is supposed to be funny but I'm unable to get the old man out of my mind. We head to the Slytherin common room and chatter amongst each-other. I'm with Crabbe and Goyle laughing when the portrait swings open. I look up in eyes so much like my own "Draco, follow me" came the dreaded demand. I sigh "yes father" I reply haughty as I follow the older man out the door.

The walk is silent until we come in a deserted part of the castle "What is it father?" I ask as we stop. He turns to me, eyes eerie calm as he backhands me across the face "How often must I tell you? Don't speak unless spoken too" he hissed. I smirk inwardly "I apologize" I whisper hanging my head my blond hair falling in my face. Malfoy senior smirks "now explain yourself" he orders "You lost, once again". I suck in a breath "I'll do better next time…" I promise knowing there is nothing I can do or say that will stop whatever is coming.

My father stepped closer to me threateningly his hands balled into fists "Well.. let's make sure of that now, shall we?" the man sneered bringing his fist down in my stomach and I stager back into the wall doubling over but I keep my expression blank, just the way I've been taught. My father brings his cane down on my shoulder as I double over. I swallow and clench my jaw but don't make a sound my eyes only showing indigence. "You're nothing but a little worthless whore…" he hissed near my ear "And that's all you'll ever be good for" I cringe at the harsh words trying very hard to not let them effect me, but I couldn't help it. It is not long after I'm left bleeding on the floor again "Be grateful that you got of this easy" he sneered looking down at me with such disgust that is makes my stomach twist and turn. He was right, of course but, after all these years, I'm well aware of what a 'disgrace I am. Why does he have to keep telling me what I already know?

The cane came down again but I barely even notice anymore my eyes fixed on my father's. I see the coldness in them that I see in my own. I just hope it's not to late for me yet. I climb to my feet as he conceals my new wounds before he walks away. I straighten my back groaning. The wounds for our last encounter hadn't properly healed yet. I grit my teeth swallow and walk back to the common room where Crabbe and Goyle are waiting for me like the good little lapdogs they are. I ignore their questions as I'm tired and just want to go to bed. They exchange a glance but shrug and go to bed as well.

The next morning I'm late and so I skip breakfast, I'm not hungry anyway. On my way to class I feel a strong hand on my shoulder and every muscle in my body tenses when I'm pulled into an empty classroom. I'm pushed in a chair and can just barely suppress a yelped of pain. I look up into green eyes and frown "What the hell are you doing?" I hiss my anger rising. You just give me a look "How bad is it?" you ask concern in your voice. I sigh in defeat "It's fine Potter" I growl. You look me up and down "Maybe you should see Madame Pomfrey?" you suggest. I shake my head "And tell her …?" I question with a smirk. You sigh heavily "What about the truth?" you simply state. I shake my head "You still don't get it do you?" I hiss "Do you have any idea what he'd do if he found out I blabbed?" I let that linger for a minute.

You grumble frustrated "Stand up to him" you sigh and I snigger "you think I haven't tried Potter? Why do you think I haven't told anyone? My father is a very powerful man, with even more powerful friends, nobody crosses him and get's away with it" I run a hand through my hair leaning my head back I'm just so tired of this and you meddling in my affairs isn't making things any easier.

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"How bad are you hurt" I ask as I watch your exhausted form, head leant back. I wonder what your father did last night. You look up shaking my head "It's no big deal Potter" you sneer and I shake my head "Either you show me, or I'm personally taking that robe of" I warn and you quickly lift your head alarmed as you rise to your feet "**** of" you hiss and are about to push passed me. I grab you by your wrist though and spin you around "Just let me see" I practically beg, unsure why I'm so desperate. You sigh about to sneer something but you then hang your head realizing you're in no position to resist or demand anything. You slowly take of your robe and shirt and you mutter an uncover spell and the marks from when I saw you at the lake appeared. There's a new bruise on you stomach and a snake-like bruises on you shoulder and back. Thank haavens that's all since I'm sure the wounds from the time before must still be hurting like hell.

"We're going to be late for class" you say flatly putting you shirt and cloak back on. I glance at the large clock in the hall and nod as we move out of the room. The hallway is deserted as most students are in their respective class-rooms already. Before we enter I watch amazed as you, without trouble, put you mask back in place and slip on your trademark smirk as we slip into class and sit down at our tables. Ron gives me a questionably look but it's not long till class starts.

I'm glad when the school-day is over and I can hang and relax with Ron and Hermiony for a bit that is until Hermiony thinks it's time for me and Ron to do our homework. I swear that girl doesn't think of anything else then school. It makes me smile though since it is always just nice to know someone cares. She helps us though and luckily it doesn't take too long.

At diner you keep to yourself and you hardly say a word although I'm sure Crabbe and Goyle babble enough for the three of you. I just am at a loss of how to help you but damned I'm not giving up. If something isn't done soon, you're gonna end up dead. I look at my two friends but know they can't nor would want to help. I sigh inwardly… what am I to do? I can't take on Lucius by myself, can I? You make your way out of the great hall alone and I shake my head, you're starting to loose it… I wonder why now though, is it because you secret is out? I wonder if I should follow? Maybe you need to vent? I excuse myself and head of after you.

I find you in a nearby bathroom. I make enough noise upon entering as to not scare you. You're staring into a mirror your eyes blank. You sigh as you slowly turn around to face me "What is it now Potter?" you ask annoyed to be caught of-guard once again. I simply shrug "Wanted to see if you were alright…" I explain just then realizing how lame that sounded. "Bloody perfect" you smirk without humor. I now notice the small dagger in your hands "Draco" I say softly, reaching out my hand to take the small weapon. You quickly pull away though "Don't" I plead softly but you just turn your head you fingers lightly trailing the beautiful silver handle like it's a lifeline.

I take a deep breath "You're going to kill yourself one of these days…" I say softly and you look at me with brimming eyes "And the bad would be?" you ask and fear envelopes my heart but I don't press the matter, not yet. "So, do you know if he is coming back any time soon?" I ask. You shake your head "I really hope not" you sigh "I wonder what he and Sev had to discuss" you wonder absent-mindly. Worry in your eyes. I shrug "Beats me" I say "Maybe he just wanted another excuse to get to you" I offer. You look thoughtful "Maybe…" you then agree "I'm sorry…" I offer lamely. You give a small smile shaking you head "Not your fault Harry…" you reply and I'm almost blown away, did I hear that right? Did you really call me Harry or did my ears deceive me? You turn your head once more "Can you please leave?" you ask softly still twiddling the dagger between your fingers. I sigh "Draco…" but I then think better of it, we've come far tonight, and I don't want to push you away by pressuring you. I nod and walk out the restroom. At the door I glance over my should "be careful" I whisper before I walk out the door.

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Did I really just say Harry? Why? I grit my teeth… I'm loosing it. "Can you please leave?" I ask. I just need to be alone. "Draco…" you start but don't finish. Then you turn and walk towards the door "Be careful" you say so soft that I almost missed it and it bring a lump in my throat, no-one's ever been concerned for me. I nod, I don't really want to. When I said 'and the bad would be' I meant it. I'm just so sick and tired of this and death would bring such release. I sigh as I watch you leave. I look at myself in the mirror the knife slicing across my skin drawing my own blood once again. I'd picked up this habit a few years ago and it once again proved I was my own worst enemy.

About an hour later I was back in the common room finishing my homework. I don't even know why I'm bothering… It's not like it's ever good enough, not with the ****ing Granger around. I shake my head but do the work anyway. As I know either Crabbe or Goyle is going to need me explaining it to them. I finish quickly and start reading a book while the others around me talk about one thing or another. Somehow I can't seem to care. As predicted Vincent and Creg find me and they have a few questions about their work and so my day ends by playing a freaking tutor….


"I laugh in the face of danger, then I run and hide till it goes away"
"It peed on my shirt... took my shirt out of the bad and peed on it...! And you say this isn't personal!
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you're evil... do we have to talk about it all day?"{Genre: Friendship}{Gend: Female_or_Male}
   
Danielle
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I'm glad Draco is starting to open up, but it's so sad with him. Poor guy. I hope Lucius gets it! xD
   
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The next morning, as I sit at breakfast, I glance over at the Slytherin table hoping to see a blond head. I'm relieved when I spot you, staring at your plate just playing with the food on it. I hope you didn't hurt yourself too much last night. I sigh… I've been wrecking my brain all night again to try and find a way to help you, but so far come up blank. I hate this, feeling so powerless. Well.. at least your father's gone, so that gives me some time. You catch my look and give me the slightest smile unnoticeable by anyone but me. I return the smile and turn back to my food. During classes things stay the same. You hang with your 'bodyguards' and I hang with my friends. I really whish I could tell them. Make them understand. But I can't betray your trust like that.

That night I walk around the castle, once more unable to sleep. I secretly hope that you're having trouble sleeping as well and I that I might run into you. I enter the astronomy tower where I sit at a windowsill staring outside. I notice you standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing. The moonlight catches your silver hair and pale skin. You're staring of into the distance with such an empty expression that it almost scares me… I take of my cloak so you can see me and go to stand beside you. You don't move or acknowledge my presence any other way for a few minutes. Then you slowly turn your head "What are you doing here?" you ask softly turning your head back towards the stars. I shrug "Just went for a walk, couldn't sleep" I explain watching you as you simply nod "How are you doing?" I ask once again and I hear you sigh exasperated "Fine Potter" you growl.

I sigh "Draco… you're not, some of the wounds from the lake haven't even healed yet" I counter remembering what I saw yesterday. You just shake your head "I'll live" you say with such sadness. I swallow "Don't…" I almost plead. You turn you head looking me straight in the eyes "Give me one good reason?" the question comes hard. "I can help you" I say meekly. You shake your head "No Potter, no-one can help me" you counter bitterly "Get that through that thick head of yours" there's real venom in this and I close my eyes this is just so frustrating. Are you ever going to let me in?

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I stare up at the stars, I couldn't sleep. It's peaceful here and a soft night breeze blows through my hair and moonlight shines down on me. I then feel a presence beside me and sigh Potter, I know immediately. Why can't you just leave me alone? I don't move for a few minutes before turning my head "What are you doing?" I ask my voice soft looking at the stars again. I hardly even listen to your answer, I don't really care, I just want you to leave. "How are you doing?" you ask and I growl frustrated. How many times are you going to ask me that? "Fine" I reply. "Draco… you're not, some of the wounds from the lake haven't even healed yet" you counter. I shake my head, I don't need this right now… my father always lets it hurt as long as he thinks necessary "I'll live" I say. I didn't mean for it to come out so… bitter.

"Don't" I hear your pleading and I almost burst out laughing. Who'd have though, my greatest enemy begging me not to kill myself. I look you straight in the eyes "Give me one good reason?" I ask harshly. I'm getting really annoyed with this, can't you take a hint? "I can help you" I hear you say and I can barely keep myself from bursting out laughing "No-one can help me potter" I tell you venomously. I just need for you to stay out of the way. Don't you realize how much my father would like to hand you over to 'our master?' and you hanging around me al the time is only going to make that easier. You look at me your green eyes glinting "Come on Draco, you can at least talk to me…" you plead and I bring my fist down on the railing, hard,

I really thought I'd made myself perfectly clear "There's nothing to talk about" I hiss "You already know much more then you should" I say while I sit down my back against the castle wall ignoring the pain it causes my still aching wounds. You come and sit beside me "Then it doesn't matter if I know everything" you conclude. I glance over "Why won't you just leave me alone?" I ask softly. I just want things to go back to normal but somehow I think you're not going to let that happen. I lean my head against the wall "You've been left alone for long enough now" you reply while I close my eyes "I've been doing fine so far" I snap. You shake your head "Right.. one of these days he's going to kill you, and if he doesn't you'll do the job for him" you sigh. I smirk "Well then you wont have anything to worry about anymore" I state bitterly. You just frown "Don't talk like that" you scold me and I raise my eyebrow "Look Potter, do us both a favor and stay out of this" I try once again "It would be hazarders for both of us if you didn't" I warn. But you, always the damn Gryffindor, shake your head "Draco, I've already told you I'm going to help you, and I'm not about to give up" you tell me.

"Are you ever going to realize you can't help me?" I wonder out-loud. You just sigh and shrugged

"We'll see" you say when I leant my head against the wall again "I just…" I start but there's a lump in my throat again. Damn my ****ing weakness. You just look at me "It's going to be alright" you tell me but I was unsure who you were trying to convince. I just close my eyes and it isn't long until I feel myself start to slumber. I'm just so tired... You must have noticed too as you put a hand on my knee "Draco…" you whisper after what seems like minute and it seems to come from far away. "Hmmm?" I mumble. Just resting my eyes… "We should go back to the dormitories" you suggest. "Hmm.." I respond, my minds seems to be filled with little clouds and it's having trouble making sense of your words.

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I'm not even sure who I'm trying to convince, me or you. I turn to look at you but you have your eyes closed and a peaceful look on you face and I realize you are about to fall asleep. I can however not bare to wake you, not yet anyway. I watch your face as it was bathed in moonlight. Your skin so pale and your hair seemingly silver. We stay like this for about an hour before I put a hand on your knee. It's getting cold and I don't want you to get ill or catch a cold "Draco" I whisper but just get a sleepy response. I smile slightly "We should go back to the dormitories" I add and receive another drowsy "Hmmm" as only reply. I smile "Draco" I say a little louder shaking you a little. You grumble and reluctantly open your eyes "What…?" you snap sleep evident in your eyes and voice.

"We should go to bed" I repeat rising to my feet holding out a hand to help you up. You stare at it for a while before deciding to take it and you haul yourself to your feet. We make our way down the tower "You going to make it to your room alright?" I ask teasingly. You just give me a sneer "Funny Potter" you smirk "I'll be fine" you huff as you turn the corner towards the dungeons but I see a hint of a smile. I shake my head as I make my way to my own bed. I just hope I can keep my promises. It didn't take long however for me to fall into a dreamless sleep.

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I'm cold as we make our way through the castle as I sneer at you but can't help but smile a little. I'm glad when I arrive in my dormitory and collapse on my bed crawling under my covers. The next morning I feel yet again a hand on my shoulder and I grumble really not ready to wake up yet. I open my eyes and look at a scared looking Crabbe. My morning-temper is legendary. I really can't help it, I'm just not a morning person. I growl "What?" I hiss while turning my back on my fat lackey. He looks at me "It's almost time for breakfast" he sais softly. I sigh "I'll meet you there" I groan. He looks torn. Really can't they do anything without me?

I roll my eyes getting up out of bed "Alright alright" I sigh "Give me a few minutes" I grab my cloths and wand disappearing into the bathroom, where with the help of magic I come out 5 minutes later, spotless and neat. Hair pulled back "Let's go" I order Crabbe and Goyle who have been waiting for me. We make our way to the great-hall where they tuck into their food. I don't really have much apatite but force myself to at least eat a sandwich since I spot Snape glancing in my direction and I don't want to draw any more attention. I sigh can things get any worse? I run my hand through my hair while turning back to Goyle as he asks something about McGonagall's homework. I sigh and try to explain. Some other fifth years listen intently. I sigh… honestly do I go to schools with morons? I glance over at the Gryffindor table and see Cranger patiently talk to Potter, Weasley and Longbottem. Probably explaining homework as well. It's time for class and god will I be glad when this day's over….

alright... that's it for now... thank you all again for reading!

love you all

xxxx malou

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