A/N: First Fic? :\ It's kind of random, exceptionally short, and doesn't show my sense of humor, but it'll do. :)
Disclaimer: I can only wish to be as good as J.K. Rowling.
Black Suit
It was a black suit Draco Malfoy wore, for the first time in his life. For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy cried. Draco Malfoy cried, but it wasn't the type of horribly annoying cry that two-year olds and menstruating teenage girls share; but a dignified, silent, steady slip of a singular tear drop down his face. His face was paler than normal; actually, it was a stark white. A stark white shirt hung limp on his body under a black suit.
A black suit of armor hung in his manor. In his manor, he had a father who loved his wife. A father who loved his wife became, persuaded by a mad, power-hungry killer, into a monster. A monster, over Draco's lifespan, evolved into a cold-blooded killer. A cold-blooded killer murdered the wife he once loved, in a room that contained a black suit of armor.
He loved her, and it hand been for this reason that he ran. He ran from her and for her, scared that she would never forgive him, that she would never find it within herself to love him again. To love him again, would e treacherous to her. To her, her friends were more important than him, causing him to feel weak. To feel weak was a sure sign that Draco Malfoy was in love, and he knew he loved her.
He loved her because as hard as she tried, she wasn't perfect. She wasn't perfect because she loved him. She loved him, and they both knew it; it was only a matter of time. It was only a matter of time until they both took the courage to let down their facades and recognize the passion they had. The passion they had was violent hatred, like the kind that consumed a cold-blooded killer, but theirs contained an explosive amount of lust. Lust eventually led them to love each other. To love each other, she knew that he loved her.
With this love and black suit, a muggle suit, Draco Malfoy was a much-changed man. A much-changed man can only change so much in such a time, which was why Draco Malfoy was crying. Draco Malfoy was crying because if he had only changed earlier, then maybe this would not be the second time that he ever cried. The second time that he ever cried, he was drowning in the beauty of the creature that he would soon have the blessing to call his wife. His wife had found it in her to accept his change, to love him back again, to marry him. To marry him was to know his past, and to know why he already had a black suit. A black suit, a muggle one, was worn two years previous, to his mother's funeral. His mother's funeral was at a muggle graveyard, whereas she wouldn't be near the man that killed her. The man who killed her was once a cold-blooded murderer, whom she had once loved with a burning desire. A burning desire to love Draco Malfoy overtook Hermione Granger as she reflected upon his past. His past would not repeat, she knew, and new memories would be made from their wedding day; the second day Draco Malfoy cried, the second time he wore this muggle black suit.
He wore this muggle black suit for the only two women he ever loved.
0x Becky.
