Always
By
silvermisery
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: Just a quick fic I dashed off at
like midnight. D/Hr, one sided Pansy/Draco.
I know, now.
I know as I should have done years ago, as I would have done had I not been too
blinded to see it. Too blinded by love, and by infatuation, and gleaming blond
locks and molten silver eyes and a sharp, quick laugh and slow, shark-like
smiles.
He will
never love me, not the way he does the Granger chit, no she can’t have him she can’t have him it’s not fair it’s
not fair. He held my hand throughout the night when our mansion was searched by
big Aurors (and oh God how I hate them
all) and we cried together when our fathers were arrested (no I don’t care what you say he did he’s my
father) and I—
The
Gryffindors get everything.
The
Gryffindors get everything and everyone and they can’t have Draco too but they do. (stupid first-year when Draco’s face was all lit-up and I thought he
might kiss me but then the stupid old coot gave points to his precious Golden
Boy and his face closes down) and I hate them and I love him.
He cried
when his mother died. (golden hair and
perfect beauty and white roses) the Mudblood stayed up with him all night.
(my place) she doesn’t know him like
I do. She doesn’t remember how he loved her (can
I hug you Mother) how she spoiled him and loved him and cried for him (my Dragon) and persuaded his Father to
get him those Nimbus brooms he was so proud of second year (I promise I’ll win this time, Pans, we’ll
show them).
And Weasley
laughed as he passed by and said, “Hey Malfoy, at least I have a mum,” (his face too
pale and his eyes stark against blue skin)
I didn’t
remember lunging up and at him—choking him—grabbing the front of his threadbare
robes (That’s why the Slytherins all
sing)
Hating him
like I never did anyone before—
“I’ll kill
you for that, Weasley!” (Weasley is our
king)
Because I
would. Kill for him, die for him, do anything for him without a second thought
(not very Slytherin on you, is that,
Pans?)
Because I
love him.
Because he
is Draco, and he will never love him back.
But I can
still love him, and do, and will—
I have
always done that.
