Engulfed in Flames

Engulfed in Flames

Draco's life is filled with regret. How could he have been so stupid as to let himself lose her simply for his father's expectations? D/G, Hidden in Plain View songfic ("Belly Full of Kerosene" off of their self-titled EP).

I didn't write the song. I didn't come up with Draco or Ginny. Which now depresses me...

september, autumn skies are closing in

and the mistake your reality

at best has left you broken

with wounds that re-open

on every brink of sleep

and a fire in your heart

that never dies and never seizes

Draco awoke in his silken green and silver bed sheets at Hogwarts. They were strewn about his body and he was tangled up in them. His breathing was ragged. He couldn't catch his breath. He was so incredibly tired. He was alone.

Last night was hell. He had literally been through hell and he had managed to sleep through it. How was a person so cold? How could they completely let themselves slip away and become what they had wished for him to become?

and it goes up in flames

your world is torched away

so let it go up in flames

your world is torched away.

How could he forget the events of last night? How did he manage to sleep? It seemed almost impossible.

It was a rush at the time. But now, something was burning deep in his stomach. It felt like someone had lit a match into the acid tumbling rapidly throughout his stomach and he was a torched flame on the inside.

showered by the embers of your fate

being burned by every opportunity

you threw away

he is regretting every moment

he is regretting every day

fueling the fire (fueling the fire),

burning desires which fuel the pain

It was only the second month of his seventh year and he had already ruined the remote possibility of happiness in his life ever again. All because of fear and intimidation.

There was no such thing as respect for those who forced him into this.

and it goes up in flames

your world is torched away

so let it go up in flames

your world is torched away

Oh gods, he was gasping for air as he slipped into his memory. He tumbled away into his darkest thoughts. He couldn't stop himself. He was released into a cold but burning remnant in his mind of what he should've been and what he had let himself become.

and the fire in your heart is fueling the pain

and the fire in your heart is fueling the pain

Hoods. That's all he could see. It was almost as if he were surrounded by faceless, heartless, cold wizards and witches. In what was left of his shattered heart, he knew it was true. And he would soon become one of them.

Draco's step hesistated and the Dark Lord hissed at him, calling him a useless piece of filth. Commanding his followers to tell what they knew of him, what they thought of him, if he was worthy to be the newest servant.
Draco's mind went blank as they were all screaming out their opinions. The sounds were drowned out by the numbness he had always let himself subdue into. He may have been a snarky bastard at school, but he was weak.

He braced himself as the Dark Lord announced that he smelt fear in the boy, but also stated that he knew it was simply for his great power. That the boy would soon be his right-hand, where his father had once been. Which caused Lucius to tighten his grip upon the boy with raging jealousy. He jerked his son and murmured something indistinct. Soon, Draco found himself being tossed onto his knees before Voldemort.

What came next, he would soon regret more than anything... and would prevent him from ever sleeping without guilt.

He was now one of "You-Know-Who's" Death Eaters.

And he hated it more than as much as he had hated keeping his love a secret. More than he hated the-prat-who-never-died, the unsufferable-know-it-all and his weasel faced sidekick.

and it goes up in flames

your world is torched away

so let it go up in flames

your world is torched away

He'd let himself become a fool. He'd let himself lose her. But he knew that it would never be accepted for her father was weak toward the kind he was meant to destroy. He knew that he would have died had he let anyone know of his love for her.

Draco was by no means a romantic type, he hadn't let his morals fall away. It's just that he seemed to fall for the Weaslette because they were both secretly tortured. He knew she would never feel the same. She was still in love with damned Potter and still had memories of her time with Riddle... Voldemort.

The girl had a touch of evil in her. That's part of what attracted her to him...

And what kept her was the fact that she refused to let the Gryffindor subside within her.

At least they had bonded, even slightly, by their discussions about the Dark Arts.

He had known her the way no one else could. He had known the true heart of Ginny Weasley. She knew his. She was his only true friend. And no one knew.

And now he didn't have that.

He remembered the only thing that raced through is brain as the dark mark was burned into his skin. It was of Ginny...

I'll never get to be the reason she smiles again...

He braced himself and knew that the next time he would see her, she would know him no longer.