Title: Right Choice?
Author: Dragon's 1 Girl
Summary: Draco/? Slashing with a big helping of Angst!
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Dark, unfulfilled love. Be prepared!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way claim ownership over the involved/uninvolved characters, names, etc. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. But I do own the story line.
A/N: The characters are as always (in my fics) OOC. I sort of wrote this fic heavily based on an event in my life, please don't flame it. I probably couldn't handle it. The fic is kinda on the short side but I didn't want to add or change the original story too much. This is written in Draco's point of view. If you can figure out the other involved party (which really shouldn't be that hard if you've ever read my other fics) I'll write either another chapter or a sequel from his P.O.V. Thanks and please leave a review.
Does he know what he does to me? The torment, the anguish that I go through every single day because of him!? By the life of me, I don't know why I even fell for him in the first place! There has never been anything positive between us, yet by the gods that rule, sometimes I just want to shove him against a wall and kiss him 'til he faints.
I had the chance to kiss him the other day. You have to hear the story that goes with it though.
It's a wide known fact that he's bi. I'm gay, no big deal though. So anyway, here's the story:
He was in the corridor walking in the direction that I'd just come from when all of a sudden his shoulder slammed into mine. I froze; I was going to have to react since there were too many Slytherins around for me not to. "What the hell?!" I shouted. It was a weak sentiment but it kept him from walking away. The rest of the students in the hall had formed a circle surrounding us. It was torture to be trapped with him, all eyes watching to see what would happen next.
Neither of us drew our wands, it felt like some kind of Muggle showdown. Some people in the mob knew that I liked him, a lot, but most expected me to knock him out. I stood at the center of the ring, glaring, praying to every existing god that he would make the first move. He did. He stepped right up to me, looking straight at me, into me, picking my soul apart. I've never felt so vulnerable. We were so close, our noses even touched. In a dream world he would wrapped his arms around me and passionately kissed me.
But dreams never come true, do they? Right before I was about to put a move on him the most gut-wrenching thing flashed into my mind. He's got a girlfriend; you're just going to get hurt here. So instead I shoved him as hard as I could and ran. That was the hardest thing I've ever done. Gods he was so close I could feel his breath, hell I could almost taste him. He would have been so sweet…
And there's no one here to talk to, to find out if I made the right choice. Hell there isn't a single person for me to talk to, anywhere! I want to know what he saw in my eyes; was it fear? Pain? Love?
I'll never know because I'll be a good little Malfoy and stay away from the thing I want the most; seeing love in his eyes. A love that could never be for me. All he has for me is malice and hatred. It makes his eyes so dark, almost black; they should never be that way again. I wish I could make a difference. I know I can't now, but would a kiss have changed it all? I'll never know. Did I do the right thing?
A/N: So what do ya think, good/ bad? Please be honest, but not mean; I meant what I said before, a flame would be a personal insult that I couldn't handle. Anyways thanks for your time and feel free to read my other fics- they're mostly a bit more light hearted than this. Cheers.
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