What hurts the most

     Draco laid in bed staring up at the emerald green curtains that hung off of his bed. He sighed. Charlie and Hermione were confusing him. Big time. It pissed him off. Now he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about them. God. 
     Crabbe and Goyle's snores filled the room. Draco clinched his hands into fists, digging his fingernails into the soft skin on his hands. Groaning, he rolled over and looked at the clock on his bedside table. Three o'clock. It was three o'clock in the frigging morning and he couldn't sleep.
     Knowing that it would be usless attempting to fall asleep he sat up and swung his legs so they dangled off the bed. Carefully, Draco placed his feet onto the cool stone floor. He shivered and stood up. Slowly, he walked into the bathroom.
     Draco sat down on the tiled floor in the small bathroom. He was upset and noone had noticed. Last week, his grandfather had died. His grandfather was the only one with whom he could trust completly. Sure, he trusted other people, but not to the extint that he had his grandfather. 
     But now, it didn't matter. He was dead. Hot tears began to fall from his gray eyes and a shakey hand when up to his face in shock. Draco looked at the water droplets on his fingers with wide eyes. He hadn't cried since he was five. Now, he was sitting in a tiny bathroom crying. 'That's pathetic' the voice in the back of his head said cruely.
     "Shut up." Draco said loudly. The sound of his voice made him jump and he hit his head on the lip of the sink. He groaned and grabbed his head. Stupid sink. Stupid bathroom. Stupid...everything. He buried his face in his hands, but didn't cry this time. He sat there like taht until he heard his alarm go off in the room. Now it's five o'clock. He walked out and turned the alarm off.
     Laggardly, Draco stalked into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot. The warm water ran down his body after he got in. It felt good. But all good things must come to an end, so Draco stepped out of the shower and pulled on a pair of muggle jeans and a t-shirt. Today was Saturday, and he planned to spend it sitting at the lake on his rock, alone.

"Why do I do the things I do?
Was I born this way? Am I a self-made fool?
I shoot the lights and curse the dark;
I need your love but I break your heart;
And I know the words that'll bring you back,
But I don't say nothin' as I watch you pack.
I had to work to be the jerk I've come to be;
It ain't easy bein' me.

Ought to be a side show act for freaks like me;
Yeah I could be the star of the show
With my name on the marquee.
In a room with a big red button that says "Do Not Touch,"
And twice a day I'd mash it down
And you could watch me self-destruct."

              --It ain't easy bein' me;; Blake Shelton

Draco tapped his quill on the desk, ignoring whatever Prof. Snape was saying. It's not like he'd get mad. After all, Draco was his favorite student. He sighed and stared at the floor. This class was so boring. He cast a glance across the room where is girlfriend was sitting. She was taking notes dillegently, like the good student that she was.

Hermione looked up at him and he smiled. Then seeing Charlie glaring at him he looked back down. Gosh. Why was that child so confusing? One minute everythign was fine the next she was angry at him for dating Hermione. What the heck was wrong with women?

He mouthed 'what's wrong' to her but she just shook her head. A shadow fell over Draco and he looked up and jumped. Prof. Snape was standing over him. "Ah...Hello Prof." He said dryly.

"Might I suggest paying attention and not flirting with Charlie, Mr. Malfoy." Prof. Snape snapped giving him a cold look.

He shrugged, "You might suggest it but that doesn't mean I'm going to do it." Draco replied cooly.

"Then might I tell you that if you don't pay attention I will have to ask you to leave."

"Gladly." Draco stood up and stormed out of the room.

He had a few pounds to loose anyway. Just a few more... Just a few more...

Right now you're the only reason I'm not letting go

Why are people so confusing? One minute everybody acts like they couldn't care less about you the next, everyones best friends. People keep asking if I'm okay. Like I'd say 'no I'm not okay.' Honestly. I'm fine. And a liar. As I am sure you all know, I am dating Hermione Granger again. Yes I am. You can't make me change my mind so stop trying. 

We’re sitting under the trees.

And my hair’s moving

Perfectly with the breeze.

I remember back in the day when

You used to tease me.

But now you’re seeing to appease me.

And I can’t tell if it’s really true

Hell, I don’t even have a clue.

But if it is.. I think I might be

Falling in love with you.

I believe I may have to quote one of my friends here.
"Screw you!"

DM

&& I'm not through the night

~*~ Narrative~*~

     Draco stared at his reflection in the mirror seeing nothing but fat. Ever the perfectionist, he was constantly worried about the way he looked. But he had thought he was normal until Goyle mentioned something. He said that he looked bigger than usual. Draco coud not help but wonder, 'what the hell?' And now there he was alone in the bathroom.
     His shirt and pants lay discarded in a pile as he looked at himself. He turned to the side but all there was was fat. Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat. 

     That night at dinner Draco couldn't eat.  The food just seemed to be a calling for him to gain more weight, so he pushed it moodily around on his plate.  Charlie didn't seem to notice either.  She was busy talking with other people and Crabbe and Goyle were stuffing their faces.
      'Face it Malfoy. They don't care about you. No one does.' said a voice from the back of his head. He told it to shut up but it kept talking anyway. 'Just look at you. Who would want to befriends with someone as imperfect as you? Can't you do any better? You're pathetic.'
    He tried to ignore the voice, but somehow he couldn't and it just became stronger and more vulgar.  He pushed down all other thoughts except that he had to be perfect. Perfection was what a Malfoy was. And he was a far cry from it. He needed to be less fat. Less everything and more of what he wasn't.
     Angrily, he pushed his plate away from him and stormed out of the Great Hall determined to go to the Quidditch Pitch and try to lose a few pounds.  What was a few pounds on someone as big as him anyway? Just a few more...just a few more... But what he didn't know was that as he was leaving there was a pair of eyes burning into his back as he made his way to the big oak doors and out into the freezing cold of the dark night.

~*~ End Narrative~*~

"I don't know the first time I felt unbeautiful
The day I chose not to eat
What I do know is how I've changed my life forever
I know I should know better
There are days when I'm OK
And for a moment, for a moment I find hope
But there are days when I'm not OK
And I need your help
So I'm letting go"

     --Courage;; by: Superchic[k]

Every time I fall down;; I reach out to you

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     Draco stared out the window at the lake. The window sill he was sitting on was very uncomfortable. But he hadn't moved for the past three hours. Classes were forgotten and, for once, he did not care.The empty classroom had proved to be a good idea. There hadn't been any disturbances.  He did not care what his father thought or anything. He was just confused. Confused about everything. Her-Granger had broken up with him. Charlie was being moody and who knows what was going on with Emma.
     The lake seemed perfect. Smooth and endless. Draco could not understand why he couldn't be so perfect when a body of water could be. His breath fogged the window when he exhaled making the perfect picture blur. The way his life seemed to him half the time. Blury and confusing. Nothing was direct and nothing ever would be. Just confusing. That's what it was. Confusing. 
     A gust of cool air came from the doorway and resentfully he turned to see who it was. It was the Weasley twins. Greg and Fritz or something like that. He didn't know. And, what is more, he didn't care. They seemed to be arguing about something and they hadn't noticed him.
     Not wanting a confrontation Draco got up and began to walk out but one of them caught him. "Hang on a second, George." He said. "Look what we have here! Ferret boy!" They laughed and Draco rolled his eyes.
     "Bugger off." He shot them a glare that the Dark Lord would be proud of and picked up his bag from a nearby desk.
     "Maybe we don't want to." Said the twin that was called George.
     "Maybe we don't want to at all." His counterpart said smirking.
     Draco rolled his eyes and tried to push past him but they would not let him.
     "Upset about your little break up with Hermione?" One of them asked. A stranger would have thought that he was being sympathetic but Draco knew that that was not the case.
     "I said, 'bugger off'. You two nimrods are obviously incapable of simple English. Should I try in French? Lambinez au loin." Draco said glaring at the pair.
     "Getting smart are we?" asked Fritz, or whatever the hell his name is.
     "I think we should teach him a lesson. What do you think , Fred?" George asked smirking.
     "I completly agree." Fred smirked.
     Draco could not help but scoff at that. "What lesson would that be? Being stupid is the high road?" 
     The twins grew angry and said in unison, "No. To respect your elders little boy."
     Draco groaned, not wanting to fight. The migrane that he was starting to feel earlier was beginning to sink it. Unfortunetly the twin terrors could not help but start a fight wherever he seemed to be. Usually with him. When the one whose name he now knew was Fred and not Fritz lunged at him he dodged it and ran straight into George. "Running away are you, coward?"
     Glaring at him he pulled out his wand and muttered a simple stunning spell. George crumpled as Fred jumped on his back knocking him to the floor. The last thing he remebered was seeing an old pair of shoes walking towards him before blacking out.

~*~End Narrative~*~