A/N Song fic I wrote about Draco and his forbidden love for Percy. He is depressed because Percy likes girls, lol. The song is "Ghost of a Good Thing" by Dashboard Confessional. I listened to them from when Chris left Further Seems Forever, lol.
Draco sighed to himself as he looked out at the two lovers. Hermione and Percy stared into each other's eyes, as Draco sighed again, louder this time, and he turned from the window, his face wet with tears, and his eyes shimmering, as he is about to cry again.
"I guess it's luck, but it's the same
Hard luck, you've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love, but it's like you said
Love is like a role that we play."
Draco glanced at the window again, his eyes locked on Percy
"But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say"
In Image of Percy appeared, as Draco had a flashback of earlier time. It helped that he had just set his elbow in a bowl of pensive, of course.
"But, you're chasin' the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasin' ghosts " Percy said in a ghostly manner
Draco's face was bombarded with tears again, as he looked the image of Percy in his face and sang softly back
"I guess it's luck, but it's the same
Hard luck, you've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love, but it's like you said
Love is like a role that we play."
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say"
Draco stared at the window and placed his elbow in the pensive again, 'causing Percy to pop up and repeat his words again
"But, you're chasin' the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasin' ghosts"
Draco angrily got louder, banging his fist on the window, which was thankfully magically protected
"Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren't meant for this
No, they weren't meant for this "
He turned away, singing softer now, his eyes now to dry to cry, he sniffs and sings softer
"Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren't meant for this"
He collapses into his bed, glad that Crabbe and Goyle aren't there. Cursing himself as he
repeats Percy's words
"Chasin' the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away, away, away, away from you again
Chasin' the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasin' ghosts"
Draco dramatically tied his bed sheets into a nose, and hung then from his chandelier.
Crabbe and Goyle arrived in the room ten minutes too late, to find Draco's body trapped under the chandelier which had fallen on top of him, and smashed his lungs.