^*^*^*^*^* The Story’s Theme Song ^*^*^*^*^*
(‘Stellar’, by Incubus)

Set Adrift

by Peep W.
 
 

Chapter 1
What Lies In The Sky
 

(‘Stellar’, by Incubus)

Meet me in outer space,
We could spend the night
Watch the earth come up
I’ve grown tired of that place,
Won’t you come with me?
We could start again…

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do…
How do you do it?
It’s better than I ever knew, oh…

Meet me in outer space,
I will hold you close
If you’re afraid of heights
I need to show you this place
It might be the only way
To show you how it feels to be
Inside of you…

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do…
How do you do it?
It’s better than I ever knew, oh…

You are stellar, you are stellar…!
 

The moon, as Draco Malfoy had been watching it from afar.

Uncomfortable and tired of shoving around in his king-sized bedsheets, Draco had gotten
up to get a drink, but even three glasses of cold water did not drown the insomnia. Instead,
his half-sleepy eyes fell on a moonbeam shining on his pajama trousers and Slytherin
Quidditch team sweater. They slowly opened and wandered around, until he was eye-to-
eye contact with the silvery-whitish orb. It glided gracefully around the clouds making up
the crisp, cool autumn night, and compelled Draco to pull up a small, hard wooden stool
and stare right outside and into space.

But suddenly, all the hot anger that had heated him to boiling the past few days of school
shone out in his eyes, and his hard sneer became a snarl of rage, and this is perhaps what
caused his insomnia. Nonetheless, hatred of everything he existed for-his father, Hogwarts,
his life, the world, his role being played by some nincompoop actor wannabe-oh yeah,
and that stupid know-it-all Ms. Perfect Mudblood easy, Hermione Granger (If there’s
something you should know about Draco Malfoy, it’s that he gave up hating Harry Potter
a year ago, and felt so sorry for him that they were on almost cordial terms with each
other)-snapped his cold, drawling eyes awake. They seemed to look tigerlike, burning in
the illuminated background, almost dancing around in vivid fiery red, which was amazingly
practically visible. He was a fiery monster, that’s what he was-no less than a vengeful,
hungry flame-breathing dragon.

But the moon had shone its precious light, and the flame in the dragon’s eyes, ignited
with fury seconds before-softened into the ice-colored eyes of Draco Malfoy once again.
Only this time, the glacial depth of his blue-gray eyes had risen, no longer looking as cold
and hard as usual. Rather, the light had shone against his highlighted blond hair and
reflected upon them, showing a light which no one had seen out of Malfoy, one and only-
the innocence, the honesty, the pleading, trustful gaze of a whole different person.

Is this Draco Malfoy? Who is this stranger with his looks, but totally different eyes?

But are you a stranger, or are you the real Draco Malfoy?

Am I you?

And what is it that you want from me?

A little voice in his head kept repeating those questions. But pushing it farther away from
him, he looked at the moon and launched into a freeform conversation with her.

 ‘You and I are obviously very apart. I see from the dirty cage where I stand how you
give light wider around. And then you glide around so lazily, and in a matter of seconds,
you’re blanketed comfortably around two sandwiched pieces of cotton candy, and you
sleep all dawn. I wish I were like you.

But you look down at the cage again, and you see a ding-a-ling in his pajamas and
sports sweater, a miserable little radical torn to bits by the worst of lives. I hate myself.
I wish I was never born-but then, there were plans for me before I came into this
wretched world.

But it’s as if before, you were a mystery-just like me. But who says anyone cared? I’m
just a puppet-my lines have been drawn across the border ever since I laid the one dot
to start from.

Can’t it be another way? Does it have to be like this-forever?’

But she seemed to reach out to him, to touch his shoulder and warm him like nothing else.
He sighed heavily, but continued on his thought.

‘If only someone was there to put a kind arm around my shoulder to keep me safe and
warm, would I look good to that person-

-Like you do to me?’

She winked knowingly to console him. He smiled very lightly and very briefly, and gently
wiped away a tear.

But his smile faded, and he went back to being I-hate-daydreaming-because-I’m-already-
a-daydream Malfoy. Cynical, cold, harsh, hated by all.

‘Get real, thickhead-this is Draco Malfoy, hated by half the school, loved by none-this
is YOU!’

And with that, Draco wandered away to his bed, leaving his shadow on the stool to stargaze
for a little longer, and perhaps get up again for another cold glass of water.

Strange - he was able to sleep soundly that night.
 
 
 

Chapter 2