Harry Potter / Malfoy x Hermoine / Drabble.
A very short one-shot. Full of Malfoy emotions. You have been warned.
Enjoy!
Ghost
My head throbs. It hurts. But it's not like it will stop throbbing anyway. I've gotten too used to it. It's like some reminder that my mind's screwed up. As long I think about her, my head will throb, achingly.
The throbbing never ceased since the day she died.
I snarl, angered by my own actions. Malfoys were supposed to be strong. They don't let memories make their bloody head hurt. Nor do they let bloody emotions take over them and make them angry. I close my eyes, clench my fists and grit my teeth. I know the real reason why I'm like that now, pathetic and useless. It's the guilt. The guilt is eating me inside, leaving me raw, and leaving me empty like a soulless person.
I killed her.
I still can see my hands, covered in her blood. And no matter how I shouted her name, or how I shook her, she never woke up. She just bloody refused to wake up. Her limp figure was weightless in my arms, her hair so soft against my face. Funny, she was smeared with blood all over, but her hair smelled like fresh daisies from spring. I kissed her one last time before I stood up, carrying her limp form in my arms. She was gone. The kiss was our farewell, my last parting gift to her. And she wasn't even bloody awake to see it.
Damnit, the throbbing's getting worse.
Snap out of it, Malfoy. Yes, go get some bloody sleep and you'll be fine tomorrow. But you know it's never going to be fine. Not when she's haunting you everywhere. In dreams or in reality, I bloody see her everywhere. One moment she's smiling at me from my bed. But when I blink she's gone. In my dreams she laughs, and her voice is like wedding bells, bright and cherry. And when she's holding my hand, the warmth spreads through me like a poison ivy. She's no longer something I can distinguish from a being or a ghost.
People say I'm bonkers. Maybe I am. Ghosts don't give you warmth, do they?
Fin
Author's Note: Actually, I think I wrote this a long time ago but never posted it, because when I read it again I never believed it I could write such an emotional piece. Maybe, it was not written by me? If any one of you have read this before, let me know and I'll duly take this story down.
But when I read this recently, it was such a beautiful cliffhanger/piece. I just had to share it.