Behind Blue Eyes

BEHIND BLUE EYES

No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

Draco looked into the mirror, into his own hazy grey eyes. They couldn't decide between hazel and blue, so remained stunted in that transition colour. A bit like him really, stuck somewhere between light and dark.

He took his wand from his pocket and turned it over in his hands. How could this small piece of black willow cause so much anger and sorrow?

And no one knows what it's like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies

Nobody seemed to understand him. They saw the name Malfoy and saw his father, his mother, prejudice and hatred. He wasn't his father.

He stepped away from the mirror and reached for his school robes. The green and silver he had seen his whole life. His destiny, his fate, he had no choice.

No one knows what it's like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you

No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woe

Can show through

He walked out onto the Quidditch pitch, carrying his broom, and looked up into the fading sunlight. She was there, as she always was. Waiting for him.

He cursed his father, and mounted his broom.

Her eyes flared angrily as he pulled his broom level to hers. Her red hair whipped around her in the wind.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because that's what they expected me to do," he replied irritably. She always asked him why, and he never had any answers.

But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

He saw her cringe, if only he could tell her everything he felt. But he couldn't define it himself. He sometimes thought all he felt was spite and vengeance. Merely a way to get back at his father, his love for this forlorn Weasley. Yet, when he thought of the future, she was always there with him. By his side forever. His hours, days, minutes, were lonely without her.

No one knows what it's like

To be mistreated

To be defeated

Behind blue eyes

He looked down to the ground and she exhaled loudly.

"Your brother started it," he rationalised. She gave him a look of disgust.

"Draco..."

"You don't have to say it."

"Then why do you do it?" she pleaded. He looked again at the ground, downcast and defeated. The light was winning, the darkness retreating.

And no one knows how to say

That they're sorry

And don't worry

I'm not telling lies

"I'm sorry Gin," he said.

"You always say that."

"I know." He took her hand and kissed it lightly. She smiled. "I mean it this time. I promise." He always meant it, but this time he promised. Her brother really had started it. A hex thrown in the hallway and laughter aimed at him. He couldn't stand to be laughed at; parental conditioning had taught him that was a sign of weakness.

But he would keep his word. He didn't mind being defeated by her. His fiery Weasley.

She leaned towards him and her lips descended on his. The wind whipped around them as the hovered, and the sun slowly disappeared. She stared at him, into his eyes.

"I love it when you're happy," she said, "your eyes turn blue." She kissed him again and he closed his eyes as he let the edges of his mouth curl up into a contented smile.