What Lies Beneath

This was an idea that came to me whilst watching the movie of the same title. I couldn't get the title out of my head, so this is the result. There is no HBP or DH as the lads are still at school.

Many thanks to my wonderful beta shadow_samurai, who gives me so much confidence and encouragement.


What Lies Beneath


You know, Draco, I often wonder about you sometimes. I can’t begin to describe the way I feel. The way you look at me, and I don’t mean look as in glance or stare. It’s the way you gaze at me, as though you’re undressing me just with your eyes. It’s unnerving at times; I just wish you’d say something, anything, to let me know what you’re feeling.

I wonder what lies beneath that cold exterior of yours. Is it hatred for me, or something else? I watched you this morning at breakfast. Gazing at me, you were. So busy doing it, actually, you didn’t notice me looking straight back at you with a frown on my face. What game are you playing, Draco? Just find the courage to talk to me, goddammit. I won’t bite, unless you want me to.

I have often wondered if you really are as cold hearted as you make out to be. You see, I don’t think you are. Personally, I think you have a lot of love to give and I am hoping you’ll share it with me. I watch you slide that horrible mask of indifference onto that handsome face of yours and it hurts. Why do you do it, Draco? You’re beautiful; don’t hide it behind a mask.

I know how difficult your situation is, what with Voldemort running amok, but if you want out, ask me, I can help. There is a place, a safe house where you can hide, and I’ll make sure no harm comes to you. I just want to get to know you better, Draco. Not that cold, sneering unlikeable git that you normally portray, but the one I see during meal times, like this morning. I want to melt those ever-present icicles that have formed a barrier around your heart, making it cold and distant.

So, are you going to show me what lies beneath? Is there love there, bubbling under the surface, waiting to be ignited by someone? Hopefully that person is me. I know that if I’m reading this all wrong, then I’m going to suffer the most humiliating punishment that you can possibly think of, but something is telling me that the feelings I have for you are reciprocated. I can see it in your eyes, the way they glaze over when you stare at me.

I’m not a confident person, Draco. I have never thought of myself as handsome or "a sex God", so when I see you looking at me like that, I want to know why! Maybe it’s your way of telling me that I am an ugly, four-eyed git with a hideous scar, and my days are numbered. Is that what it is, Draco? Are you trying to befriend me so you can hand me over to Voldemort once I’ve gained your trust? Surely you’re not that cold. I wouldn’t let you, anyway. I’ll go when I decide, and not when anyone else does.

I want to be loved, Draco, even if it’s just for a little while. I don’t know what the future holds for me, whether I’ll make it out of the war alive or not. But one thing I want to do before I reach my destiny is love you. I think you can guess my feelings towards you now, can’t you?

When I stare at you, I make sure you’re not looking, but maybe you want me to know how you feel, by openly gazing at me. So here’s my offer to you, Draco. Can you lose the mask, and complete me? I want you so bad, but I want to have the real Draco Malfoy, the beautiful Adonis I see occasionally, not the sneering, two-faced, cold-hearted bastard that stalks the corridors scaring the first years. I don’t want the Death Eater’s son, I want just you. Are you up for the challenge?

I know I seem like I am making demands, and you’re probably really angry now, but hey, I tried. If I get some sort of response from you, I’ll know I did something right. I’m not usually this forward with anyone, but I feel as though we have been dancing around each other for far too long and it’s time to just admit to what really lies beneath the surface.

I want to love you, in every way you can be loved, physically and emotionally. I want to hear you scream my name when I’m fucking you with abandon (did I just say that? God, I’ve got it bad), and more importantly, I want to win this war. I want there to be a reason to win it, not just to avenge the deaths of Cedric and my parents, but to fight for the one I love. You’re the reason, Draco. You’re the one I want to fight for. So, are you going to lower those walls of ice and let the fire burn inside you? I’ll be waiting, for however long it takes.

The Astronomy Tower is so quiet at this time of night, don’t you agree?

Hopefully yours,
HP