Slytherin Boys

52

I don't think, I act. I'm standing so fast that the hand Mattheo was holding of mine, almost tore from my socket.

"Let me go Matty, he is fair game here." I don't look away from the boy's knowing gaze. Those damned handsome features that dance in the moonlight of the night. He see's me and I know he can see just how volatile I am.

Mattheo, distracted for just a second by the resolve in my tone, lets me slip from his grasp and I tumble from the shrub I hid behind, barrelling for the white haired boy.

"There you are, I was looking for you" His smirk is wide and knowing, like he doesn't believe the anger on my face.

"You never learn do you, Malfoy?" I growl, my voice holding a steal that I don't exactly feel.

"What the fuck are you covered in?" His face pinches, the smell clearly a deterrent. I smile, I'm sure it seems insane, but the fact that Malfoy doesn't know why I am covered in mud makes me smile. Does he know what we are hunting?

"Does it bring you pleasure?" I grit out through my teeth. "Do you enjoy the sick feeling I get in my stomach when I realise you're digging through my mind?" I tilt my head to the side, my gaze predatory.

I scan his posture, relaxed. I watch his hands but they never clench around his wand, his muscles don't tense, he doesn't see me as a threat.

"I am trying to make you see.." He steps forward but I refuse my minds want to retreat. "I need you to see that I had to do this, we were born for this. You were born to be the best, to be with me." He moves forward another step and the bubbling in my chest builds even more.

I can feel the rage, the scream, that threatens to level the surrounding forest as it tears from me.

"How fucking delusional are you." This time I step forward and he retreats.

Draco Malfoy took a single, hesitant step backwards as I approached. The smile that spread across my face is wicked and feels wrong and dark.

"You do not get to dictate what I see, what I feel. I wasn't born into anything but your fucked up delusion." I'm yelling now, my voice so loud I heard screeching from the trees as I wake sleeping wildlife.

"I just want this to be over, I want you with me, I love you." Draco's eyes tear up. His shoulder rumble with sobs and for a split second it shocks me.

I'm caught off guard at the pure emotion that this boy is showing me, he usually struggles to smile.

"I didn't get a choice in this C, we don't get a choice." He reaches a hand out, his soft palm faces upward. His white skin dancing in the shadow of the tree's leaves.

It's mesmerising and I let myself think about him, about everything that he is. Everything I ever wanted.

His strong, emotionless being. The aristocratic man that was born and raised to be the perfect elitist. I can see myself standing beside him as he waved from our ivory tower, watching the Dark Lord's rule spread like a poison across the wizarding world.

I see the way his silver eyes dance with uncertainty for our entire lives and the way his hair grows longer and longer as he loses his will to keep on top of his appearance. I see the way my hair grows dull with age and the chair of mine that is arm and arm with his. he chair's are so well worn. It's all we ever do, sit and judge.

His snarl improves as he gets older, and the sharp look in his eyes becomes well honed. Standing in Hogsmeade, his face half shadowed, I see it for the first time. The first of many.

Draco Malfoy has become a perfect replica, he even still glowers at the Gryffindor students as they pass in the streets. His eyes linger for a while longer than the rest as a Gryffindor with brown hair and glasses laughs with his friend. Draco Lucious Malfoy is standing before me, as twisted as the one before and I thank the Gods our child wasn't born with red hair as he picks on Weasley offspring.

Does he not see how twisted and sad we get?

How desperate for happiness he becomes?

I laugh then and the heartbroken look on his face just eggs me on. I've almost doubled over before he grunts for me to stop.

"You are a sick, twisted man Malfoy and I know that you will do everything in your power to not be your father. It will burn you from the inside out and then that shell that you leave. That shell will call itself Lucious." his eyes widen in what I perceive as fear.

He raises his wand and there is a weak yell that falls from his mouth as red blasts from his wand. I cast Protego, and it bounces off so quickly I doubt his heart is really in this.

"All this time," He shouts, panting as he casts the same spell again. I block it. "I just wanted you to want me!" He shouts again and cast the spell for the third time. I block it.

"You're fucking blind then!" I counter, this time sending Decendo back at him, it strikes true and Draco falls to the ground with a grunt.

"I have done nothing but want you Draco, I followed you around like a lovesick puppy. I've always wanted your affection." I stand over him, my chest heaving.

"What?" His eyes search mine and I know he is fighting himself, unsure if I'm telling the truth.

"I was always you D" I say softly. Recalling my very own thoughts. "Until it wasn't." My face hardens and I settle with the thought in my head.

I raise my wand and take a deep breath and ready myself as I watch Draco shuffle backwards on his elbows.

"Avarda Kad-" There's a sickening crack that interrupts my words and the green that falls from the tip of my wand falls against the leaf litter where Draco once laid.

He'd apparated, "Coward!" I screech into the cold, black night air.