Author: Badtz
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a song fic. To 'Like a California King' by Everclear.
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A brand new life
Such a cool blue star
With a bright new shine
I see you wear your checkered past
Just like shining suit of gold
I know you think you look so special
It's the end of the school year. The last feast, too. I stab angrily at my mashed potatoes. They fling themselves at Crabbe, who doesn't seem to notice. Pansy is sitting beside me, and I know she can sense it as well as I can. She looks at me, and I look up from the potatoes.
"Another year," she says to me, almost bitterly. I only nod, and we both turn back to the stage. Dumbledore is there. He's in his purple robes, giving a speech. I know what this means. Any second now, he will honor Potter for some reason or another, as he always does at the end of every year, because of course, the brilliant, famous Harry Potter is his favorite student. He doesn't bother to hide it.
I glance over at Harry. He's sitting at his own table, grinning and talking with Weasley. I hate them both. Harry looks over at me and gives me a self-satisfied smile, and I only glare at him back. I see what he is saying through his contented smile. "I beat Voldemort. I beat him again. That's five times. I'm about to get honored. Again. What have YOU done in your lifetime, Draco?" I turn away.
I am told that you have found yourself a brand new time
Watch the world stand still
As the years go by
I know you think you are new and different
But it makes no sense to me
There is nothing new about you
Just another self-made man
There is nothing new that I can see
Enjoy it while you can
I know you think you look so special
"Don't worry about him, Draco," Pansy whispers to me. I'm glad she knows me as well as she does.
"Look at him, Pansy." His black hair is sticking up at odd angles, and he is watching Dumbledore through his coke bottle glasses, now. He looks just as pleased with himself as he always does. I want to feel the satisfaction of my fist breaking his perfect nose, or giving him another scar for everyone to marvel at.
"He's nothing special, really," Pansy comments. "He's rather ugly, too. With the scar and the hair and everything. I think one eye's bigger than the other." I grin, despite myself, because Pansy has her ways of cheering me up. "His forehead's kinda big," she continues. I realize Pansy is right. Nothing special about him.
What makes you think you are so special?
What makes you think you are unique?
I see you smile and I get angry
As I watch you go colossal
Like a California King
He's not special. He's just another self-centered kid. I know what he thinks of himself, and I want to prove him wrong. He looks over again. I wish he wouldn't do that. But he wants me to acknowledge the fact that he's the hero, and I'm not. He smirks, but I don't retaliate. Not yet, not even when I feel my face burn with hate. I only face Pansy, who's still glaring at him.
"I don't see why everone makes a fuss over him," she tells me.
"He's the FAMOUS Harry Potter. Don't tell me you don't love him," I smile, and she snickers.
"Of COURSE I do, I even have a picture of him! I sleep with it under my pillow." I surpress a laugh as Dumbledore turns in our direction, interrupting our conversations.
I hear you gave the world a brand new voice
Such a happy melody with a new wave whine
Yeah, I see you hide behind your own noise
I think I've seen enough
"And so, once again, Voldemort has risen," Dumbledore says seriously. I tune out. None of this is a surprise to me. I know that he will go on to feed lies of how Harry single handedly defeated Voldemort. Again.
"He's saved the day," Pansy says.
"Do I sense sarcasm?" I ask. She just grins and shrugs. I playfully toss a pea at her. She aims it at Potter's head, but it falls short.
Suddenly, I realize everyone has started clapping and cheering. Potter is now being clapped on the back, and I know Dumbledore's just finished his story.
"Disgusting." The other Slytherins nod.
I will find you in a crowded room
I will know you off your feet
I will burn you just like teenage love
I will eat you just like meat
I will break you into pieces
Hold you up for all the world to see
What makes you think you are better than me?
I'll get to him. I know I will. I'll come back next year, and it will all be the same. I'll continue to make his life a living hell. I'll prove who he really is. The person that he hides from everyone but me. How he really acts, what he really thinks.
He turns to me, and seems to be satisfied with my expression. He turns away. Pansy has seen it, too. She makes a rude gesture at his back that no one else seems to catch. I grin at her.
What makes you think you are better?
What makes you think you are complete?
What makes you think
You are the only one
Immune to falling down?
Why can't you see?
I see you fall and get happy
I will watch you burn like fire
I will watch you burn
Like a California King
He's too confident. I can tell by the way he arches his back and puffs out his chest. Like some kind of ugly, overgrown bird. I think of Voldemort, and I know Harry won't win every battle or slay every monster. I know he will meet his equal, and he won't be as confident then.
I will watch you burn
Like a California King
