Title: Freezing Point
Author: Khirsah
Rating: hmm... pg for language
Warnings: This is weird, I know. It's just a little
stream of consciousness thing that I did for Draco.
Just... be prepared. It's definitely... weird. And
since it's soc, the grammer's very off. That's very on
purpose (so she claims...)

Disclaimer: I don't own them. They own me.

Summary: Draco is merely the sum of his experiences.



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Father, daddy, may I take this step? I need to move, I
can't take the stillness. The quiet.
It hurts when you leave; you shove away.
And Mommy, Mommy, why are you so cold. So cold. I want
to hug you, Mommy, I want to hold you, but you're so
cold, so cold, like ice.
Your eyes are ice. Your fingers tight and brittle.

But don't touch the dress, the curtains; walls will
leave sticky prints, things BREAK you stupid boy, and
don't you dare let that break, it costs so much, it
costs more than you do, and be quiet, Mommy's trying
to think and she can't think when you're crying.

Crying. Crying's for sissys, for NANCY-boys. Are you a
little girl? Do I have a fucking girl for a son?
Don't talk, not spoken to, know your place and your
place is NOT THERE. Who was that you were talking to?
Some boy. Poor. Poor, poor, trashy poor and don't you
dare talk to your mother that way. You shouldn't talk
to them, they're dirty and low-bred and you never know
what you may get.

Wash your hands, your hands, don't touch me unless
you've washed your hands, my dress is fragile, lace,
costs more than you.

Know your place.

You're going to be a great man, son, if you learn to
be a man at all. Sit up, don't slouch, never talk to
him, why, are you crying AGAIN? Never learn.

Never learn.

And Mommy, Mommy, I'm afraid of the dark, the shadows
that creep and crall and the voices, their voices,
talking in the night. They say evil things, Mommy,
evil, evil things, and I'm afraid of the man who comes
to my bed in the dark, I'm afraid he'll touch me again
with those ice-block hands.

I don't want to be in the dark anymore, Mommy.

I'm afraid of the ice, it's all around, like blue mist
only colder, so cold, too cold, clinging on me. I'm
cold, Mommy. I'm so cold so...

Cold.

And the voices have stopped now, Mother. Yes, you were
right. Father was right. The ice has chased it all
away, thank you. And he was right, the man with the
red eyes-- I am a nancy-boy, and I take it, but I know
my place, Mother. I know my place, Father. I don't
talk to them anymore-- I don't talk to the one with
the hair like flame even though he's so warm and I'm
so cold.

I don't cry. See? They've frozen like diamonds on my
eyes, trapped there, never get out.

Trapped there. Never get out.

And I don't cry anymore and I don't fear the dark and
I don't crumple nice dresses that cost more than I do
or bother you when you study because I don't need to
be touched anymore, I'd only shatter anyway, and he's
so warm, so very warm, I'm afraid I'll melt, but I
can't, I can't, because you never know what you'll get
from those kind of people and I'm here, I see it, I
know my place.

I know my place.

And it's so cold up here...


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THE END