Author's note: Ok, so I'm a bit upset with 2 certain reviews I got on my 'Jealousy' fic. I'm perfectly fine with criticism, but PLEASE make it CONSTRUCTIVE! Just posting "You suck" is just plain rude. Not to mention, it's a waste of YOUR time to post it and a waste of MY time to read it. I made the choice to open it so that people without an account could review and give FEEDBACK! I did NOT do it so people can read my story, not like it (for some reason that I don't know since "You suck" was all I got from you, and you know who you are) and then be a bitch about it. I realize everyone is entitled to their opinion, but just try to be a bit more respectful with it, or at least give me a fucking reason as to why you hated the story so much. And please, when reading the stories, don't say "Who would ever pick Draco over Harry? No one!" especially when the character doing that is PANSY! I mean, you realize how stupid you looked for posting that, right? And also, for the one that was trying to say something about my grammar (I think…) check your own before you criticize mine, since I could barely understand your review.
Anyway, on a (somewhat) lighter note, this story is about Draco. He is having a very serious problem in his life, and not just my usual 'He's abused by his father' stuff, though that will come into play later. Also, this is going to be a Drarry. No like= you crazy and no read. Not 100% sure where this is gonna go, but bear with me ok?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Visitation had been the previous day. It was, needless to say, a rather solemn affair. No one could believe that it had happened to him. Given his reputation at the school, there were far more visitors and tears than many would have imagined. It was difficult to keep one's eyes dry, though, when looking into the coffin. The boy's perfect pale skin and shining silver eyes, now closed, no longer held the life they had glowed with before. The lips that had snapped so many snarky comments now rested in a still line, never to move again. It was a surreal sight: the platinum haired boy lying in the black casket, surrounded by the white pillows and red and black roses.
Hermione stood at the podium, trying her best to keep from crying. She cleared her throat and took in a deep breath as she prepared to read. "From Isiah 53:3… 'He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not.' I don't think I could've found a more suiting verse for him…" She pauses briefly to keep from crying. "He never had the greatest reputation… None of us had any idea the darkness consuming him from the inside. True to the verse, he was no stranger to suffering and pain and…" She began getting watery eyed, losing her train of thought. "It's no secret that he and I never got along. And I find myself regretting it! I've recently learned that… That it was all an act. He wasn't a bad p-person. H-he wanted to help people and…" Many others gathered began tearing up as Hermione got emotional. She puts her hand to her mouth, trying to calm down. "If anyone ever asked me what I thought about him a month ago, I would've said that he was the most selfish, weak, pathetic, narcissistic person I had ever met..." A few tears rolled down her cheek. "But I was so wrong… He was dealing w-with so much, but he never let on to any of it…" She choked up completely this time. She simply shook her head, indicating that she couldn't continue, and went down to her seat, tears steadily rolling down her cheeks.
Harry stepped up and cleared his throat lightly. "From John 14: 1-2… 'Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.' Apparently, Draco's room was ready for him…" He sounded far gloomier than anyone had ever heard him before. He bit his bottom lip lightly before continuing. "I think it's rather unfortunate that no one really knew who he was or what he was about… So, I'm going to share a little story with you. A story about the REAL Draco Malfoy: The one that I learned a lot about in the last few weeks of his life." A few tears glistened in his eyes as he spoke, threatening to fall. "And I'm just gonna tell you now: it's not a very happy story…" Harry pulled up a chair, wiped the tears from his eyes and began his tale…
Note: Incredibly short chapter, I know. But this was just a little thing to get it started. And, I'll have you know, that I started crying when I was writing the eulogy. So I seriously hope that some of you cried too, that way I don't feel stupid… Review, let me know what you thought, let me know what you think killed him, and let me know if you cried. THANX!
Note: So, I edited the chapter. I hope I managed to make it a bit more emotional this time. Let me know what you thought.