A/N: Hi guys...apologies in advance for this. It's been floating around my head for some time and the song is perfect to portray Draco's feelings (if he has the feelings I think he does) I'm very much into fics where Draco goes against the grain. So warning: death ahoy.

Disclaimer: Numb belongs to Linkin Park and Draco belongs to JKR!

Draco looked at his reflection in the over sized golden mirror that hung in his bathroom, huddled inside Malfoy Manor. He pulled at his dress robes, robes he hadn't chosen but had been told to wear. They were black and he hated them.

His father would be wearing similar ones, so of course Draco would follow suit. It was a Christmas party but Draco felt anything but festive. He did not want to go downstairs only to be seen and not heard or to be introduced as Lucius Malfoy's son. He was his own person and as he slammed his fist down on the porcelain sink, his anger boiled inside of him.

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Draco was different from his father, he was so incredibly different but he wasn't allowed to show it. He didn't want to follow in footsteps; he wanted to lay his own. But his repression forced on him from a young age stopped him from being his own person. The one thing he hated was the one thing he could nothing about.

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

The decision of Draco's had been brewing for a long, long time. He was unhappy but his father ignored his pain. Malfoy's do not falter at anything, especially over such matters that tormented Draco. A Malfoy not wanting to be a Deatheater was like a Ravenclaw not wanting to do an extra foot of parchment on their homework essay.

So, as Draco looked from his groomed reflection to the razor he gripped in his hand, he knew he was making the right decision. He wanted to punish his father so he'd take his own life. Lucius' precious only son and heir taking his life the Muggle way. Draco almost wished there was someway he could see his fathers face when he found out.

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

Draco slid the metal through his pale skinned wrist and watched as his blood escaped and dripped into the skin, staining everything in its wake scarlet red. Draco felt light headed almost instantly for the sight of so much blood was unnerving.

He looked at himself, the little colour he had had drained from his face. He began to feel weak so before he lost himself, he reached toward the mirror with a bloody finger tip.

Draco's knees buckled and he collapsed on his bathroom floor, leaving behind his message. The last words he'd ever get to his father.

"You made me do this…"

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you