Why is it that?
You're always reminded of things
That you don't want to be reminded of
At the worst possible time?
Is it that Fate?
That in the moment you are lonely
You have to see
A Happy Couple
Or The world will come to a grinding halt
And get thrown into the ninth circle of hell?
(Because Merlin knows the universe has most definitely betrayed you)
Or when you desire something
In such a way
That you would give your left hand for it
And yet you know
That there is something
Something blocking you
From taking that one thing
You would give your left hand for
And the only thing obscuring you
Is in the form
Of some little red-haired girl
With a laugh like a Baboon during mating season.
(That and six years of feuding that you should have given up five years and 364 days ago.)
Because of you idiotic mouth
And your need to please a Mad Man who served an even Madder one
You continued to run your chances with Him straight into the ground.
And Fate…Stupid Bitch it is
Continues to flaunt
What you can't have
Right in front of you.
You can't sleep anymore.
Not any form of passable sleep anyway.
You lie there
Caught in-between that
Dream like state
Until morning breaks through
And it's happy little sunshine rays
Dance across your eyelids,
And make you want to scream
And tell the whole bloody world
You're thrust into the mindless drawl
Of yet another lecture
You could give less then a shit about
But you listen,
Because it's expected
And you refuse
To that voice inside your head saying that
Listening to what you are supposed to do
Got you in this confounded predicament in the first place.
You do your work,
Just like always
-Just like always-
You get an O
So it's not that your grades
Or your classes
Or any of your so called "relationships" have failed
It's only your mental health
Nothing of any grand importance.
And for a moment,
A crazy moment
You ponder the idea that perhaps if you grades did suffer
Or the "relationships",
God…or whatever deity,
Would just give you a fucking break
And give you what you want most
Flaunting its skinny little arse
And stupid red hair
With his green green eyes
And thick dark hair
And that beautiful half-crooked smile
That he is favoring you with
Right in this moment,
And all you can think to do is sneer back
The smile is gone,
And so is his glance
And you swear that if you had a bazooka br
(Some large Muggle gun capable of blowing things to pieces)
You would blow your brains out right now
Because Merlin knows
Your not using them.
So your head drops
Conking on the table
Effectively making you feel like an even greater idiot
When Theo asks the oh so brilliant question,
"Did that hurt?"
And now suddenly you wish you had that bazooka again
But for a different person
Not a different reason.
You throw a curse and snatch up you bag
Banging out of the Great Hall
Just so everyone is clear on how very pissed you are.
At your idiocy
It doesn't matter
It has something to do with someone's idiocy
And that's reason enough in itself to be pissed.
Like some great baffoon
You storm out into the pouring rain
Knowing no one will follow you
Whether it's because they are to scared,
Or just don't give a damn
You're not sure
But you're betting on the latter.
"Why is it always fucking raining?!"
You scream at the clouds
At whatever might be listening
Because maybe, just maybe,
You can have an answer to that question
Because Merlin knows you can't get a straight answer out of Fate
As to why it is such a bitch.
And just why you can't stop being a prick
And tell the boy wonder
You think he is in fact wonderful
That you notice sometimes when he is in a crowded room
He looks so lonely.
That his scar doesn't define who he is
He defines It
And that you wish for one single moment in your life
You could wrap your arms around those strong shoulders
And tuck into each other's necks
And hide away.
"What the fuck is your problem Malfoy?!"
-As if this day hadn't gone brilliantly enough already.-
There he is
In all his wet clothed glory
Rain splattered glasses that you a certain he can't see out of
But he won't look away from you
Nothing Nothing makes you burn more then he does.
"I don't have a problem Potter!"
You scream out, over the thunder clapping over you both.
"The fuck you don't!"
And he's in front of you now,
Shirt stretched tight across muscles
Flashing jewel eyes
"Okay fine I do!" You scream, yet again,
He's taken aback by your conformation
But quickly resumes his ever present unknowingly cocky stance,
"Well fix it!"
"Why the fuck not?!"
A flash above you both,
It glints off his eye glasses and you growl in frustration,
Rushing forward and tearing them off his face tossing them across the lawn.
"Because! It's not a problem I can just fix!"
As if you did not just throw away the only means of the man you loves sight
Again, he is taken aback
And now he is staring at you, unblinkingly
"Why can't you fix it?" he asks,
In a way that could be considered soft
If it wasn't for his need to shout over the boom of thunder.
And suddenly you are crying,
But are certain
That the blind bastard can't see it
Because of all the rain,
"Because…because I just can't you damn nimrod!"
He's closer now,
"Can I help?"
And it's so completely
More tears come,
"No you can't Harry! Just stay away!"
And suddenly he's so close to you,
So very close
You could reach out and touch his face,
He's touching yours
And pulling you in gently
"I want to help you Draco."
And his mouth is on yours, devouring, consuming, lavishing and tasting.
A sob bubbles up,
The relief is so sudden
And the joy…oh the joy
More warm tears slip down your cheeks.
His hands, those beautiful hands,
They cradle your face,
And deepen the kiss
A sweet plunge of wet warmth into yours
And your arms snake through and grip around his neck
Pulling you impossibly closer
And you swear,
By everything one man can swear by that
He pulls back,
And you let him,
Despite the aching to keep him there forever,
Pressed against you
Like he was made for it
Because you are certain you are
"Ginny pays attention to what goes on around her you know."
Your heart stops,
What does that mean?
"She figure out you liked me you know…and has been pushing me to tell you that…
That I think…"
He trails off,
"That me what?"
You nearly scream,
Takes a breath
"That I love you Draco Malfoy."
Your stomach bottoms,
Your throat goes dry
And your heart is pounding so hard you are sure that the people in Nigeria can hear It.
"Ginny told you to tell me that?"
Begging that it's true
He nods, biting his lip
And you shoot forward and press another kiss to that gorgeous full mouth
Whispering your response of,
"I love you too."
And you silently thank Fate,
For it's skinny arse
And stupid baboon laugh.