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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
12,964
Reviews:
398
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Knowing Draco
A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters, just my Laurel and her family.
Thank you JKR for your brilliant characters!
SO, WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, SETTLE BACK, GET COZY AND GET TO KNOW DRACO.
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Ch 13 - KNOWING DRACO
Draco sat in the darkness, his eyes bleary from exhaustion, yet he was afraid to sleep. He had crawled back to his room after meeting with his mother in the garden, confused and shaken to the very core of his being.
He felt incredibly betrayed by Narcissa, more so than he had ever thought possible.
HOW could she do this to him? What possessed her to assume that he, Draco Malfoy would stoop so low as to barter another human being’s life for his own? Did she think so little of him?
She said she knew him…Didn’t she know he would never - could never? Apparently, not…
Draco considered himself for a moment, what was so bad about him that she would think he could do such an unspeakably despicable act?
Ok, so he was somewhat of an egotistical, self-centered male - he had good reason to be! He was the heir to the wealthiest wizarding family in well…pretty much the world. And he was brilliant, really! (Ask him any time, he’d tell you so, with great conviction.) He was the second smartest student in his grade and had been consistently since he first entered Hogwarts. His thoughts drifted momentarily to that damn brunette then – ‘NO I refuse to let her creep into my head, stupid git!’ he fumed silently. Granger oohhh, she boiled his blood – always besting him in school work! He firmly tossed her frizzy headed self out of his thoughts.
He glanced in the mirror, catching sight of his sickly complexion, even in his tired state he was gorgeous. His tosseled golden hair settled around his face, framing a chiseled jaw just so and his eyes, when he was upset, became their most beautiful shade – silvery blue, like liquid mercury and sky mixed.
He had stopped fighting the pretense long ago, he was stunningly good looking. A great specimen of a boy fast becoming a man.
He was confident, charming & witty (when he wanted to be), well mannered (though he didn’t often show it, he could be), tall, elegant, graceful, athletic, well built, very, very good in bed (if he did say so himself!)
It even sounded to him like a check list for some fantasy man, but he did fit all those things...Was that his fault??
He grumbled and flopped back on the bed, looking up at the empty ceiling. ‘So, ok, ‘I’m gorgeous, women love me, want me, men want to be me blah, blah, blah and all that…I have every right to be a conceited prick, ...but a murderer! COME ON!!’
Yeah, he could be mean too, he knew that, and sometimes despite his best efforts, the dark side of him would rear its dangerous head. He was Lucius Malfoy’s son after all! Living in this hell hole had taught him a thing or two over the years when it came to the fine art of making people’s lives miserable…”Do unto others, as is done unto you.” was always his motto as a kid.
He knew too he could be insufferably cocky with pretty much everyone, but that was more a learned trait, a mask that he wore always, it wasn’t the real Draco.
No one knew that though, he made sure no one got close enough to get behind the mask.
It lead to a lonely life, even being good looking, rich, popular and powerful could not bring about true friendship or true love. You have to open yourself up in order to be loved or to be a friend and he could not afford to do that. It was a risk he was not willing to take with anyone’s life…
If Lucius saw he cared about someone, anyone, they’d be at risk and he would be vulnerable and he wasn’t ready to let anyone get caught in the cross-hairs of Lucius’ wand because of him.
Draco wasn’t even sure he would know how to let anyone in anymore. It had been so long since he let genuine feelings show…he thought hard about that, maybe when he played Quidditch, but that didn’t count.…
It was all because of his father….
Draco’s eyes burned with a new level of hate for this man. He had managed to somehow manipulate every aspect of his life he felt like he’d been kept in a clear box, alone, unloved, able to view the world all around him, look at it, even touch and taste it…but not feel it, not really participate in it. It felt like he was on a leash ready to be yanked back at any minute.
Even this situation worked perfectly for Lucius, it fit his needs, leaving Draco to now deal with the horrible concept of taking another person’s life, all arranged and gift wrapped with a pretty bow on top from his mum.
His father had been gone for several hours, and after the conversation with his mother he could not speak, let alone look at her right now. She had told him he would get used to the idea, he didn’t think so…
MURDER, the word kept swirling around and around in his head, whispering in his ears, sighing from his lips, throbbing at his temples… It’s not like the thought of actually killing someone appalled him, he knew he could do it if he had to.
He’d often thought his fate was to take Lucius’ life or perhaps battle with Voldermort, but it was the thought of intentionally hurting someone who did not deserve to die that sent tiny shockwaves over every inch of his body.
Draco was so stricken he felt dizzy. He gulped nervously, already having been sick twice, his stomach was threatening to betray him again as it did lazy flip flops every few minutes.
He looked down now and realized he was shivering…”Oh” he muttered, forgetting he had taken a shower some time ago and had neglected to put anything on, he was completely naked. (Draco actually liked being naked, after all he had good reason to be ok with it, he was extremely ‘ahem’ well equipped in the lower region, had a rock hard body and spent quite a bit of time admiring himself from every angle possible, in every state of dress, as often as he could… Admiring Draco was one of Draco’s favorite things to do.)
But now it felt right being naked for another reason, it suited his mood. He felt defenseless, vulnerable, exposed…raw – like his insides had been turned out, open to the air…and it hurt.
Draco was not one to cry. Crying showed emotion and any emotion other than a thirst for power or being cruel or hating was a symbol of weakness.
But right now Draco felt weak.
He let the sadness was over him and for the first time in years turned his head into his pillow and cried. Cried deep, heart wrenching sobs for the love he never had as a child, for the life he wanted so desperately to have and feared he would never get.
He cried for the person who would die – not at his hands – he’d already decided he would not take an innocent life no matter what price he paid, but he knew also this person’s life was over. Lucius would have them killed regardless of whether he did it or not...
His body shook violently with the force of his anguish, he had finally let years of built up emotion out and it poured from his soul, cleansing it, easing the weight that had held it down for so long…
Draco felt crest-fallen that his mother would even agree to the thought of taking another life for his. He realized now Narcissa was even more emotionally damaged than he had thought.
Finally the tears eased, slowed and died away. His body exhausted, Draco drifted off to a blissfully dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Dear Friends, as I was NOT expecting to be booted off of FF.net YET AGAIN I had not printed out your reviews...I DO have them saved on my email, I just have to print out everyone. I promise to post all my reviewer replies next chapter.
Until then, you know it SURE would be nice to see whose come along for the ride....The site is different, but the button is in the same place. Hit it and let me know what you think. I will not be receiving email alerts from you, as this site doesn\'t provide that service, which means I\'m gonna be endlessly checking throught the day waiting anxiously to hear from you!
MUCH LOVE and THANKS TO YOU, Lorett
Thank you JKR for your brilliant characters!
SO, WITHOUT FURTHER DELAY, SETTLE BACK, GET COZY AND GET TO KNOW DRACO.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
Ch 13 - KNOWING DRACO
Draco sat in the darkness, his eyes bleary from exhaustion, yet he was afraid to sleep. He had crawled back to his room after meeting with his mother in the garden, confused and shaken to the very core of his being.
He felt incredibly betrayed by Narcissa, more so than he had ever thought possible.
HOW could she do this to him? What possessed her to assume that he, Draco Malfoy would stoop so low as to barter another human being’s life for his own? Did she think so little of him?
She said she knew him…Didn’t she know he would never - could never? Apparently, not…
Draco considered himself for a moment, what was so bad about him that she would think he could do such an unspeakably despicable act?
Ok, so he was somewhat of an egotistical, self-centered male - he had good reason to be! He was the heir to the wealthiest wizarding family in well…pretty much the world. And he was brilliant, really! (Ask him any time, he’d tell you so, with great conviction.) He was the second smartest student in his grade and had been consistently since he first entered Hogwarts. His thoughts drifted momentarily to that damn brunette then – ‘NO I refuse to let her creep into my head, stupid git!’ he fumed silently. Granger oohhh, she boiled his blood – always besting him in school work! He firmly tossed her frizzy headed self out of his thoughts.
He glanced in the mirror, catching sight of his sickly complexion, even in his tired state he was gorgeous. His tosseled golden hair settled around his face, framing a chiseled jaw just so and his eyes, when he was upset, became their most beautiful shade – silvery blue, like liquid mercury and sky mixed.
He had stopped fighting the pretense long ago, he was stunningly good looking. A great specimen of a boy fast becoming a man.
He was confident, charming & witty (when he wanted to be), well mannered (though he didn’t often show it, he could be), tall, elegant, graceful, athletic, well built, very, very good in bed (if he did say so himself!)
It even sounded to him like a check list for some fantasy man, but he did fit all those things...Was that his fault??
He grumbled and flopped back on the bed, looking up at the empty ceiling. ‘So, ok, ‘I’m gorgeous, women love me, want me, men want to be me blah, blah, blah and all that…I have every right to be a conceited prick, ...but a murderer! COME ON!!’
Yeah, he could be mean too, he knew that, and sometimes despite his best efforts, the dark side of him would rear its dangerous head. He was Lucius Malfoy’s son after all! Living in this hell hole had taught him a thing or two over the years when it came to the fine art of making people’s lives miserable…”Do unto others, as is done unto you.” was always his motto as a kid.
He knew too he could be insufferably cocky with pretty much everyone, but that was more a learned trait, a mask that he wore always, it wasn’t the real Draco.
No one knew that though, he made sure no one got close enough to get behind the mask.
It lead to a lonely life, even being good looking, rich, popular and powerful could not bring about true friendship or true love. You have to open yourself up in order to be loved or to be a friend and he could not afford to do that. It was a risk he was not willing to take with anyone’s life…
If Lucius saw he cared about someone, anyone, they’d be at risk and he would be vulnerable and he wasn’t ready to let anyone get caught in the cross-hairs of Lucius’ wand because of him.
Draco wasn’t even sure he would know how to let anyone in anymore. It had been so long since he let genuine feelings show…he thought hard about that, maybe when he played Quidditch, but that didn’t count.…
It was all because of his father….
Draco’s eyes burned with a new level of hate for this man. He had managed to somehow manipulate every aspect of his life he felt like he’d been kept in a clear box, alone, unloved, able to view the world all around him, look at it, even touch and taste it…but not feel it, not really participate in it. It felt like he was on a leash ready to be yanked back at any minute.
Even this situation worked perfectly for Lucius, it fit his needs, leaving Draco to now deal with the horrible concept of taking another person’s life, all arranged and gift wrapped with a pretty bow on top from his mum.
His father had been gone for several hours, and after the conversation with his mother he could not speak, let alone look at her right now. She had told him he would get used to the idea, he didn’t think so…
MURDER, the word kept swirling around and around in his head, whispering in his ears, sighing from his lips, throbbing at his temples… It’s not like the thought of actually killing someone appalled him, he knew he could do it if he had to.
He’d often thought his fate was to take Lucius’ life or perhaps battle with Voldermort, but it was the thought of intentionally hurting someone who did not deserve to die that sent tiny shockwaves over every inch of his body.
Draco was so stricken he felt dizzy. He gulped nervously, already having been sick twice, his stomach was threatening to betray him again as it did lazy flip flops every few minutes.
He looked down now and realized he was shivering…”Oh” he muttered, forgetting he had taken a shower some time ago and had neglected to put anything on, he was completely naked. (Draco actually liked being naked, after all he had good reason to be ok with it, he was extremely ‘ahem’ well equipped in the lower region, had a rock hard body and spent quite a bit of time admiring himself from every angle possible, in every state of dress, as often as he could… Admiring Draco was one of Draco’s favorite things to do.)
But now it felt right being naked for another reason, it suited his mood. He felt defenseless, vulnerable, exposed…raw – like his insides had been turned out, open to the air…and it hurt.
Draco was not one to cry. Crying showed emotion and any emotion other than a thirst for power or being cruel or hating was a symbol of weakness.
But right now Draco felt weak.
He let the sadness was over him and for the first time in years turned his head into his pillow and cried. Cried deep, heart wrenching sobs for the love he never had as a child, for the life he wanted so desperately to have and feared he would never get.
He cried for the person who would die – not at his hands – he’d already decided he would not take an innocent life no matter what price he paid, but he knew also this person’s life was over. Lucius would have them killed regardless of whether he did it or not...
His body shook violently with the force of his anguish, he had finally let years of built up emotion out and it poured from his soul, cleansing it, easing the weight that had held it down for so long…
Draco felt crest-fallen that his mother would even agree to the thought of taking another life for his. He realized now Narcissa was even more emotionally damaged than he had thought.
Finally the tears eased, slowed and died away. His body exhausted, Draco drifted off to a blissfully dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Dear Friends, as I was NOT expecting to be booted off of FF.net YET AGAIN I had not printed out your reviews...I DO have them saved on my email, I just have to print out everyone. I promise to post all my reviewer replies next chapter.
Until then, you know it SURE would be nice to see whose come along for the ride....The site is different, but the button is in the same place. Hit it and let me know what you think. I will not be receiving email alerts from you, as this site doesn\'t provide that service, which means I\'m gonna be endlessly checking throught the day waiting anxiously to hear from you!
MUCH LOVE and THANKS TO YOU, Lorett