My Sundown

by Jiwwy
 
 

Chapter 1
My Sundown
 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I step carefully along the wall, muttering my new mantra aloud. Sure, it isn’t a lot, but if you’re as

bad as me, you’ve got to take stuff step by step. Little by little, you know? I want to change, and
you’ve got to start somewhere.
 
Never thought you’d hear that from me, did you? Draco Malfoy, wanting to change. Ha, it’s a joke,
isn’t it? Mr. Slytherin Posterboy, Mr. I-Hate-You-You-Stupid-Mudblood-You, Mr. Amazing
Bouncing Ferret.
 
What, you think I don’t hear what they say? Well, you are just the ignorant one, aren’t you.
 
 
i see it around me
i see it in everything:
i could be so much more than this


I don’t know when it started. Well, yeah, of course I know when it started. It started half an hour

after I was born, when Father walked into the maternity ward, sleek and composed, straight from
a business meeting. Mother refused to hold me, she was mourning her figure because it hadn’t yet
gone back to chic anorexia, so the nurse showed me to Father.
 
“Is that what I dropped my 3:00 for?”
 
Aww. Isn’t he just Father of the Year?
 
Ever since then it had been a big goal of mine to please father. He never really took too much to me
at all. Most of all he did was hire tutors and nannies for me. I guess I never noticed the huge billboard
Father’s behaviors suggested that was sitting in front of my face screaming “DRACO MALFOY
YOU ARE BEING NEGLECTED AND YOU ARE UNLOVED” in neon green. I was four, for
crissake, and even if Father didn’t have time for me he must have made sure that I was being spoiled
and, now that I think of it, brainwashed.
 
About when I was seven he realized he had a son and took to introducing me to old Death Eater
friends and Dark Arts dealers. Still not quite award material, sorry Lucius. Try again next year.
 
 
said my goodbyes
this is my sundown
i'm going to be so much more than this


At Hogwarts, I was surprised. There was an outside world! My god!

The first people I saw on Nine and Three Quarters were Goyle and Crabbe. Damn them. I thought

they had no brains at all, but they must have some sense of smell or something because they managed
to recognize me.
 
Mind you, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to make friends with Death Eaters’ sons! By golly gee, if
anything would please Daddy Dearest that would! But Death Eater or not, those are they most
irritatingly… moronic imbeciles on the face of the earth. On the evolutionary scale, somewhere
between toast and erasers. Sharp as marbles, about fifteen players short of a Quidditch match-
you get my point here? Hey, you’re smarter than I thought.
 
There was Potter too. He hated my guts. Nothing I could do to stop that at the time though, not
much incentive either. He was on the wrong side.
 
My saving grace at Hogwarts was Professor Snape. Father had told me how very unfortunate it
would be that he would be one of my professors, to stay away from him. Of course, Severus was
on the right side, but he was a little off. When the Dark Lord was in power, his loyalties were
shaky. He did the right thing, staying on our side, of course, but father really never liked him much.
Severus knew right away I was different, could be willed, had potential. He knew… I wasn’t my
father.
 
There was also her, of course… but she’d never… never think about me.
 
This lack of connections—this is why it would be so easy to change. At least, easier.
Breathe in, breathe out.

 


with one hand high you'll show them your progress
you'll take your time
but no one cares
no one cares

What was that?

A yawn, a tapping of hard shoes on the stone floors. Someone else was up? I moved into my robe

pocket, hoping to get to the pad of points slips they issued prefects. “Who’s there?” I called.
 
“Don’t mind, I’m a prefect.”
 
Ah, okay then. Like me. Prefects were allowed 10:00 pm curfews, a half-hour longer than the other
students. But that voice. It was familiar. It was-
 
“Malfoy?” a pair of curious brown eyes glinted in the moonlight flooding in from the windows. I only
now realized how bright it was- a full moon cast my shadow on the cold slate inches from my body.
“Oh yes, you’re a prefect too, aren’t you.” There was distaste in her voice.
 
“Nice to see you too, Granger.” I say sarcastically, then mentally slap myself. Bad Draco. New leaf,
new leaf, new leaf.
 
She rolled her eyes and tossed a frizzing lock of sepia over her shoulder. “Just because you’re a
prefect doesn’t meant I can’t take house points for mouthing off to another one, you know Malfoy.”
 
Bite her back Malfoy! Be saucy! I glare at the windows, amazed by the dorkiness of my inner voice.
Hermione stands there. “What?” I snap after a few seconds.
 
“You didn’t say anything. Usually you’d have had me crying by now.” She said this surprisingly snidely.
“Well, I didn’t want to say anything without your body guards here.”
 
She leans against the windows, diagonally from me. “What are you doing here anyway, Granger?”

Call her Hermione, for the love of god, I beg myself. Something like instinct and habit glares back

at whatever part of me said this.
 
I was doing some reading in the library.”
 
“Surprise surprise!”
 
She sighs. “It’s been fun Malfoy. Well, more fun than a roomful of boggarts… almost…” She stood
up straight and started down the hall again, her hair swooshing back and forth on her back.
 
 
i need you to show me the way from crazy
i want to be so much more than this

“Granger, wait.”

I can picture the look on her face as she pauses. I can sense her closing her eyes in annoyance, can

hear the sigh of aggravation from thirty feet away. “What do you want, Malfoy?”
 
I turn around slightly, stare out the windows with my back to the wall. “G- Her-mione…” Breathe in,
breathe out. “Msry.”
 
Did you forget to breathe in?
 
“What?” She turns on her heel, finally facing me.
 
I shove my hands in my pockets. “I’m. Sorry. Hermione.” I try to articulate the best I can, but these
were words I had- until now- never, never used… Well, okay, I used “I” a lot, but other than that.
She freezes, stock-still. Half of her face is illuminated, half of her lip being bit. “Um. It’s… it’s… okay.”
 
“No, Hermione, it isn’t okay.” I look at my expensive boots, the one thing my brain can agree on,
then decide if my entire brain can agree on it, it must be wrong, so to Old Draco’s supreme discontent,
I meet Hermione’s eyes. “Everything I’ve done to you, and… and to Weasley and Potter… that’s not
okay.”
 
“Draco…” She takes a step forward.
 
“No. It’s just not, and part of me says no it’s not, and part of me says there’s nothing I can do about
that, and part of me says there’s… there’s… everything I can do about it. I don’t know. I just want
to kick that first part out or I’ll go mad.”
 
She stares. “What are you saying… Why are you saying this to me?”
 
 
with one hand high you'll show them your progress
you'll take your time
but no one cares

with one hand high you’ll show them your progress
you’ll take your time
but no one cares
no one cares
no one cares
no one cares


“Because… No one cares.” And that would be juuust about EXACTLY the WRONG thing to say!

Good job, New Draco!
 
I kick myself. What were you saying, Old Draco? “And.” Boots. Wow, those are some nice boots,
Draco… No, look at her. You’re on a roll. “I… like you, Hermione.”
 
She’s frozen again.
 
“Shit. I’m… sorry.” My tongue’s starting to hurt with all this sweet mushy crap. “Hermione, I just—if
you… I just. I… I won’t bother you anymore.” Yes, that’s about most of what I wanted to accomplish,
wasn’t it? “So… g’night. Or… whatever.” I stand up. My legs hurt from the sudden rush of weight on
them, but I can make it to the common room.
 
 
I can be so much more than this
I wanna be so much more than this
I could be so much more than this
I wanna be so much more than this
I wanna be so much more than this
I wanna be so much more than this


“Wait, Draco!” It’s her. Oh god. I stop, but I don’t turn around.

“Yeah?” I grunt. Wow, romantic.

A pause. Then a touch on my shoulder. Oh good god, she’s going to hit me.

You deserve it. Says Old Draco.

I know. Says a defeated New Draco.

The pressure on my shoulder increases, until I turn my head around to see what she’s doing. At the

same time, she leans forward.
 
My first kiss.
 
Breathe in, Breathe out.
 
Good job, New Draco.

good good bye, tinsel shine
good good bye, i'll be fine
good good bye
good good night





Song by Jimmy Eat World. I own Hermy, Draco, My Sundown, AND Jimmy Eat World.

… Just kidding. Ahahah. You believed me, didn’t you. You clever little toasty eraser you. By the way,
if you don’t have My Sundown by now, you aren’t my friend. You have to review anyway, though.
 


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