Well, another one-shot. This one is based of of Fly Away Hero's song 'Stop', sung by Dalton Rapattoni. I heard it and immediately thought of Draco and Hermione and how Draco would feel after the war.
WARNING: THIS STORY IS ABOUT SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS MATERIAL. AND TO ALL THOSE OUT THERE WHO ARE CONTEMPLATING SUICIDE, DON'T. SO MANY PEOPLE WILL MISS YOU. YOU ARE DEEPLY LOVED. YOU CAN GET THROUGH THIS.
Draco Malfoy gripped the railing on the roof. He looked at the ground below which seemed to be asking if this was really what he was going to do. Was he going to throw it all away or not? He was waiting, hoping, for his phone to ring, waiting to hear her voice again. Merlin knows she would be the only one to save him from this. It was getting colder by the minute and his brain swirled with second thoughts and the smell of the forget-me-nots was surrounding him. Those were her favorite flower. He just wanted everything to stop. He looked back down at the ground. It seemed to be getting softer, as if luring him to it, persuading him to just let go. It had started to rain, the water stinging his skin as tears ran down his face, mixing with the droplets. He held her picture in his hand so even if she wasn't really there, she'd be with him when he went. He recalled everything that had led him to this moment with perfect clarity, every single mistake he had ever made. He bid goodbye to all of his memories, the good and the bad, to every lie to his face someone told him. That he was good. He wasnt at fault. That she loved him. That she'd always be there for him. He had been so broken inside, hurting so deeply after the war. The only way to relieve the pain was to hurt the outside too. But then she came, begging him to stop. To believe what everybody told him, because they weren't lying. Shaking the memory away, he kissed her picture goodbye. She looked at sorrowfully from inside the golden picture frame, her mouth forming a silent word. Stop. He turned around so he could just lean back and forget, the ground finally convincing him to leave it all behind. That's when he saw her, her hand out as if to grab him. She was screaming the same word her picture counterpart had been mouthing. Stop. But, she was too late. His fingers brushed hers as he fell. Faster than he had fallen for her. He looked up, watching as she cried, begged, screamed and pleaded. But it was too late. Everything stopped.
Hermione Granger was on her knees, looking over the edge of the roof, one hand still outstretched. She sobbed as she stared at the lifeless body of Draco Malfoy. He hadn't believed her and this time she had been too late. Too late to save him.
Well, that was angsty. Hopefully I got the tragedy/angst bug out of my body...and can get back to work on my other stories! Let me know what you thought of this little one-shot!
