Disclaimer: I don't own Ron, Harry, Hermione, or Draco. I am just using
them to get my own feelings out and nothing else.
A/N: The thoughts and actions in this story are the same that I had myself when attending a friend's funeral. This was my way of expressing how I felt. My friend died of a disease in his heart I never got a chance to tell him how I felt. I hope that you won't think that I am completely nuts for posting it, but I had to let someone, anyone know how I felt. This way seemed easiest. I hope you like it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
I stared down into the open coffin. I never got a chance to say how I felt. I had the opportunity to. Why didn't I say something anything. I just couldn't make myself believe that you were dead. How was I supposed to believe that Draco Malfoy was dead, it just couldn't be possible. We had been getting along for a while now, so why this? I had had a crush on him in the end and now I could never tell him that. Not in person, not the way I wanted to.
When he went down to the Hospital Wing I was sure that he was going to be just fine. Madam Pomfrey was supposed to be able to fix anything. That is why people went to her, to get better not to die.
Get up! Please get up! You're not supposed to be in there. Not now, you're too young to be in there. The same thought just kept playing with my mind.
Did your chest just move? Could you be breathing? No, no my eyes must be playing tricks on me. You can't be breathing, can you? No, of course not.
I feel like I am going to scream, but nothing with come out. My voice just won't work. Why won't it work? I am thirsty but I can't open my mouth and I can't move. What is going on?
People keep looking at me, looking like they don't think I belong here. I have to be, if only they knew what was going on maybe they wouldn't look at me like that. I have to give you this letter it tells you all that I needed to say, but never got around to. My hands are shaking so bad as I reach over your body to place the letter in the breast pocket of your jacket.
I can't stand here any longer I have to find a place to sit. My knees they won't stop trembling, finally I find a place to sit, just in time my knees have given out. The tears are flooding into my eyes I can't control them any longer, they began to spill out like a waterfall coursing down my face. Ron and Harry are on either side of me they know why I'm here. They are saying something. What are they saying? Are they trying to comfort? I can't understand them it feels like I have gone deaf to the world.
All I can think about is you. All I can hear is your voice in my ears. All I know is that some how this is my fault.
They are telling me that it is time to go. How long had I been sitting there? I don't know where the time went. I follow them out the door and to the car. I don't want to go, all I want is to go back in there and stay.
"Goodnight Draco, see you later."
I finally mumble as the car begins to pull away and I can see the coffin through the window. I blink back tears as the car speeds into the night ahead.
END
A/N: The thoughts and actions in this story are the same that I had myself when attending a friend's funeral. This was my way of expressing how I felt. My friend died of a disease in his heart I never got a chance to tell him how I felt. I hope that you won't think that I am completely nuts for posting it, but I had to let someone, anyone know how I felt. This way seemed easiest. I hope you like it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
I stared down into the open coffin. I never got a chance to say how I felt. I had the opportunity to. Why didn't I say something anything. I just couldn't make myself believe that you were dead. How was I supposed to believe that Draco Malfoy was dead, it just couldn't be possible. We had been getting along for a while now, so why this? I had had a crush on him in the end and now I could never tell him that. Not in person, not the way I wanted to.
When he went down to the Hospital Wing I was sure that he was going to be just fine. Madam Pomfrey was supposed to be able to fix anything. That is why people went to her, to get better not to die.
Get up! Please get up! You're not supposed to be in there. Not now, you're too young to be in there. The same thought just kept playing with my mind.
Did your chest just move? Could you be breathing? No, no my eyes must be playing tricks on me. You can't be breathing, can you? No, of course not.
I feel like I am going to scream, but nothing with come out. My voice just won't work. Why won't it work? I am thirsty but I can't open my mouth and I can't move. What is going on?
People keep looking at me, looking like they don't think I belong here. I have to be, if only they knew what was going on maybe they wouldn't look at me like that. I have to give you this letter it tells you all that I needed to say, but never got around to. My hands are shaking so bad as I reach over your body to place the letter in the breast pocket of your jacket.
I can't stand here any longer I have to find a place to sit. My knees they won't stop trembling, finally I find a place to sit, just in time my knees have given out. The tears are flooding into my eyes I can't control them any longer, they began to spill out like a waterfall coursing down my face. Ron and Harry are on either side of me they know why I'm here. They are saying something. What are they saying? Are they trying to comfort? I can't understand them it feels like I have gone deaf to the world.
All I can think about is you. All I can hear is your voice in my ears. All I know is that some how this is my fault.
They are telling me that it is time to go. How long had I been sitting there? I don't know where the time went. I follow them out the door and to the car. I don't want to go, all I want is to go back in there and stay.
"Goodnight Draco, see you later."
I finally mumble as the car begins to pull away and I can see the coffin through the window. I blink back tears as the car speeds into the night ahead.
END