A/N: For Cheeky's Weekly Drabble Competition. Gregory reflects on life in the shadows.
Disclaimer: If I were JK Rowling, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction, would I? Alas, I have not written a best-seller series, I have not changed countless millions of lives for the better, and I am not one of the richest women in the world. I have a cat, though.
Character: Gregory Goyle
Prompt: Melt
"Nobody hears a single word you say, but you keep on talking to your dying day."- Led Zeppelin, Living Loving Maid
Gregory Goyle, contrary to popular belief, was not thick.
He simply wasn't given any chances in life.
With no special talents to share, he found himself stuffed out of sight, into the shadows— as if he were a ghost. He wished that he could say something, anything, to her.
But to her, he was nothing, and soon enough, he chose to tuck himself away— he would rather melt into the shadows of anonymity than face humiliation. It disgusted him, watching her hang around Draco like a forgotten dog that followed the master. He often found himself wondering whether it would be better for him to save her from Draco's poison or watch as she tried to hang on to what she didn't— couldn't— have.
He decided upon the latter.
After all, she was no different than all of the rest of them. And so he stood in shadow, wishing he could speak, and yet, nothing managed to escape the confines of his lips.
No, Gregory wasn't special; he was a nobody, stuck in a life where you had to be someone. Instead, he chose to remain hidden, content to walk in the shadows of men who were not quite so worthy as to be called great.
A/N: This one was harder for me to write. These weekly drabbles somehow have a way of pushing me to my absolute limits and making me think outside the box!