Decissions
Part 1A Scene: Gryffindor common room
Can't he see how much I love him? Can he not see the effect he has on me? I think I have loved him since day one, but it wasn't until six months ago I realised it.. Those beautiful grey eyes that get a special shine when he laughs... Not that cold, hard laugh though... No, that wonderful laugh I've only heard once. It sounded so... so real, so full of happiness and joy. That laugh that made me all warm inside. That laugh that we shared. OUR moment. I would do anything to re-live that moment. And his blonde hair that makes his skin look so pale and always looks perfect. I wonder how much he spends on hairproducts every month... Definitely not as much as he spends on clothes. How does he manage to always look so perfect? He must think I look horrible in Dudley's old clothes and this stupid hair... I wonder what he would say if I told him about my feelings. He would probably freak out and hate me even more, maybe he would even send out Crabbe and Goyle to beat me up. Or he could burst out laughing and tell everyone in Slytherin... Well it is rather amusing when you think about it, The Boy Who Lived is in love with the son of one of the worst death eaters there is. But that's not the point. The point is that I love him... I need him.
I want to laugh with him and comfort him when he's sad. I want to sleep close to him and I want him to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning... That's how I want it to be... Damnit Harry, you're a Gryffindor, you're supposed to be brave! You know what to do! Yes... I know what to do
Part 1B Scene: Slytherin common room
I, Draco Malfoy, am in love. Not with anyone though, but with a boy... A Gryffindor boy. I, Draco Malfoy, am in love with Harry fucking Potter! Malfoys do not fall in love with Gryffindors and Malfoys are deffinatley not homosexual. If father knew he would kill me. Ofcourse he would, because how could he ever understand that when I look into Harry's eyes I get all shaky? How could he understand that I desire to kiss Harry's beautiful lips and run my hands through his already messy hair?
Ah, his hair... His beautiful hair that has the same colour as a raven. The same colour as the darkest of nights. The way it never lies flat and the way he always helplessly tries to fix it... and always fails. I love him, yet I keep hurting him.
Whenever he tries to talk to me I insult him. I think I've called him every 'bad word' there is. Why can't I talk to him like a normal person? Maybe we could even become friends... Oh get real Malfoy! Slytherins and Gryffindors don't become friends, and besides, he hates me. He and his stupid friends. The redhead and the mudblood have always hated me. Not that I care though, I hate them too. But the thought of Harry hating me is almost unbearable. If he only knew how much pain he causes me... Maybe I should tell him how I feel. Maybe he will tell me that he feels the same way... Or that it's OK and that he is glad I told him... NO! You know that would never happen! He would laugh at you and tell everyone in Gryffindor!
I would lose my pride... And a Malfoy can never lose his pride... Yes, of course... A malfoy must keep his pride. I know what to do
Part 2 Scene: Storytellers room
At 03.48 a.m Harry decided to tell Draco about his feelings.
At 03.48 a.m Draco decided to commit suicide
Part 1A Scene: Gryffindor common room
Can't he see how much I love him? Can he not see the effect he has on me? I think I have loved him since day one, but it wasn't until six months ago I realised it.. Those beautiful grey eyes that get a special shine when he laughs... Not that cold, hard laugh though... No, that wonderful laugh I've only heard once. It sounded so... so real, so full of happiness and joy. That laugh that made me all warm inside. That laugh that we shared. OUR moment. I would do anything to re-live that moment. And his blonde hair that makes his skin look so pale and always looks perfect. I wonder how much he spends on hairproducts every month... Definitely not as much as he spends on clothes. How does he manage to always look so perfect? He must think I look horrible in Dudley's old clothes and this stupid hair... I wonder what he would say if I told him about my feelings. He would probably freak out and hate me even more, maybe he would even send out Crabbe and Goyle to beat me up. Or he could burst out laughing and tell everyone in Slytherin... Well it is rather amusing when you think about it, The Boy Who Lived is in love with the son of one of the worst death eaters there is. But that's not the point. The point is that I love him... I need him.
I want to laugh with him and comfort him when he's sad. I want to sleep close to him and I want him to be the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning... That's how I want it to be... Damnit Harry, you're a Gryffindor, you're supposed to be brave! You know what to do! Yes... I know what to do
Part 1B Scene: Slytherin common room
I, Draco Malfoy, am in love. Not with anyone though, but with a boy... A Gryffindor boy. I, Draco Malfoy, am in love with Harry fucking Potter! Malfoys do not fall in love with Gryffindors and Malfoys are deffinatley not homosexual. If father knew he would kill me. Ofcourse he would, because how could he ever understand that when I look into Harry's eyes I get all shaky? How could he understand that I desire to kiss Harry's beautiful lips and run my hands through his already messy hair?
Ah, his hair... His beautiful hair that has the same colour as a raven. The same colour as the darkest of nights. The way it never lies flat and the way he always helplessly tries to fix it... and always fails. I love him, yet I keep hurting him.
Whenever he tries to talk to me I insult him. I think I've called him every 'bad word' there is. Why can't I talk to him like a normal person? Maybe we could even become friends... Oh get real Malfoy! Slytherins and Gryffindors don't become friends, and besides, he hates me. He and his stupid friends. The redhead and the mudblood have always hated me. Not that I care though, I hate them too. But the thought of Harry hating me is almost unbearable. If he only knew how much pain he causes me... Maybe I should tell him how I feel. Maybe he will tell me that he feels the same way... Or that it's OK and that he is glad I told him... NO! You know that would never happen! He would laugh at you and tell everyone in Gryffindor!
I would lose my pride... And a Malfoy can never lose his pride... Yes, of course... A malfoy must keep his pride. I know what to do
Part 2 Scene: Storytellers room
At 03.48 a.m Harry decided to tell Draco about his feelings.
At 03.48 a.m Draco decided to commit suicide