A/N: Okay y'all this is my first attempt at a semi-long story. It's a bit longer that the others have been. As always I appreciate any comment you have. Good or bad. Please review.
Lots-O-Love,
Raven
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own either Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy (Damn it) Neither do I own Linkin Park or any of their songs. (Damn that too)
Black clothes covered my body. Silver piercings littered my body. Beige makeup hid my bruises. Red blood flowed through my veins.
It was all about color I thought as I sat myself down in a compartment on the scarlet train. I was the first one here, though I would have loved the look on their faces when they saw me. It looks like their Golden-Boy wasn't so golden anymore.
I pulled out my CD player and turned it on. Linkin Park's High Voltage blared in my ears. Parts of that song reminded me so much of myself. I drifted off into thought.
The compartment door opened to reveal a very different Draco Malfoy. He had on almost the same outfit as I did . Black shirt, black pants, eyeshadow. He had had his bottom lip and tongue pierced , while I had my labret and eyebrow done. This year instead of gelling his hair back he had let it stay down. I have to say he was gorgeous. He didn't notice me at first until I coughed.
"What the fuck? Potter?"
"Malfoy."
"Can I sit?"
I thought for a moment. Why not. It would keep Ron and Hermione away.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
I had pressed play again when I noticed he was saying something.
"Sorry?"
"What is that you're listening to?"
"Linkin Park."
"Ooh, which one?" He obviously knew who they were.
"High Voltage."
"That's one of my favorites. The other's are Place For My Head, My December, and With You. High Voltage always reminded me of you."
"Really? Those have to be my favorite too. Want to listen?"
"Yeah, please."
"Come here then."
He walked over to the seat next to mine. I handed him a headphone, I preferred the one's that went in you ear. My December started up. I softly sang to the music, and was startled to notice Malfoy was staring at me.
"You're good." He said once the music stopped.
"Thanks."
The train started to move as we sat just listening. As In The End began to play, tears started to fall down my cheeks. I blinked them away. Malfoy looked over to me again.
"What's the matter?" Concern laced his voice.
"The song, it always does this."
"Come here." He opened his arms to hold me and I slid into them.
"It's okay Harry, it's okay." I was shocked at his use of my first name but didn't mind in the slightest. It seemed to fall off of his lips like it had been there before.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his shoulder. My crystal tears staining his shirt. I didn't care.
I'd never been given emotion before. From anyone. And this was a new situation, I took advantage of it. We sat in that position for a good half an hour until I calmed down.
"Are you okay now?" He asked softly still not letting go of me entirely.
"I think so."
"Doesn't that feel better than just bottling up all you emotions?"
I nodded knowing he was right. This wasn't doing me any good was it? I needed to cry sometimes.
"Thank you. I have been holding that in since...since." I couldn't bring myself to say it. Even think it. It still hurt, after over two months.
"Shh, calm down Harry."
"Why are you calling me Harry?"
"Well I assumed that it was nicer than Potter, so. I sure as hell know I don't enjoy being called Malfoy all the time."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just call me Draco."
Black clothes covered his body. Silver hair framed his face. A green dragon hung around his neck. Warm Blue eyes looked out at me. Red blood flowed through his veins. Just as mine.
Lots-O-Love,
Raven
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own either Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy (Damn it) Neither do I own Linkin Park or any of their songs. (Damn that too)
Black clothes covered my body. Silver piercings littered my body. Beige makeup hid my bruises. Red blood flowed through my veins.
It was all about color I thought as I sat myself down in a compartment on the scarlet train. I was the first one here, though I would have loved the look on their faces when they saw me. It looks like their Golden-Boy wasn't so golden anymore.
I pulled out my CD player and turned it on. Linkin Park's High Voltage blared in my ears. Parts of that song reminded me so much of myself. I drifted off into thought.
The compartment door opened to reveal a very different Draco Malfoy. He had on almost the same outfit as I did . Black shirt, black pants, eyeshadow. He had had his bottom lip and tongue pierced , while I had my labret and eyebrow done. This year instead of gelling his hair back he had let it stay down. I have to say he was gorgeous. He didn't notice me at first until I coughed.
"What the fuck? Potter?"
"Malfoy."
"Can I sit?"
I thought for a moment. Why not. It would keep Ron and Hermione away.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
I had pressed play again when I noticed he was saying something.
"Sorry?"
"What is that you're listening to?"
"Linkin Park."
"Ooh, which one?" He obviously knew who they were.
"High Voltage."
"That's one of my favorites. The other's are Place For My Head, My December, and With You. High Voltage always reminded me of you."
"Really? Those have to be my favorite too. Want to listen?"
"Yeah, please."
"Come here then."
He walked over to the seat next to mine. I handed him a headphone, I preferred the one's that went in you ear. My December started up. I softly sang to the music, and was startled to notice Malfoy was staring at me.
"You're good." He said once the music stopped.
"Thanks."
The train started to move as we sat just listening. As In The End began to play, tears started to fall down my cheeks. I blinked them away. Malfoy looked over to me again.
"What's the matter?" Concern laced his voice.
"The song, it always does this."
"Come here." He opened his arms to hold me and I slid into them.
"It's okay Harry, it's okay." I was shocked at his use of my first name but didn't mind in the slightest. It seemed to fall off of his lips like it had been there before.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his shoulder. My crystal tears staining his shirt. I didn't care.
I'd never been given emotion before. From anyone. And this was a new situation, I took advantage of it. We sat in that position for a good half an hour until I calmed down.
"Are you okay now?" He asked softly still not letting go of me entirely.
"I think so."
"Doesn't that feel better than just bottling up all you emotions?"
I nodded knowing he was right. This wasn't doing me any good was it? I needed to cry sometimes.
"Thank you. I have been holding that in since...since." I couldn't bring myself to say it. Even think it. It still hurt, after over two months.
"Shh, calm down Harry."
"Why are you calling me Harry?"
"Well I assumed that it was nicer than Potter, so. I sure as hell know I don't enjoy being called Malfoy all the time."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Just call me Draco."
Black clothes covered his body. Silver hair framed his face. A green dragon hung around his neck. Warm Blue eyes looked out at me. Red blood flowed through his veins. Just as mine.