This is Draco's POV as he commits suicide. The second part is
Harry's POV. Yep..PG-13 for...well, suicide. lol. Hope ya like it, and
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I wonder why I did not do this earlier...It would have saved me a lot of trouble.... And unwanted feelings. Yes, I have thought about suicide before, but I think those feelings I have had lately really drove me to this. The feelings of lust, love... passion for him. For the one I despise the most. For the 'Golden Boy', for 'Perfect Potter'. For the past month, I have looked at Harry in a new way. I now notice the little things about him - like the way his eyes have a certain sparkle, or his delightful laugh, and I find these things utterly adorable. These feelings are driving me crazy...what really hurts me though is I know he would never love, or even like, me back. I am his worst enemy. He hates me. He has reason to, of course. I have tortured and teased him relentlessly ever since our first year at Hogwarts. But still...I have tried giving Harry the occasional smile, or a happy look, but he just glares. And I know he has caught some of the lustful glances from me, yet he never said anything, so now I am hurt. And that is why I must do this.
I reach into my trunk, feeling around for a mirror, until my hand reaches a cold, hard surface. I pull it out, then slam it against the ground of the Slytherin dormitory, and watch it shatter into many different shards. Picking up the biggest piece, my heart begins to race and my breath quickens. I know this is the right, and the only, thing to do. Slowly, I bring the glass up to my tiny, pale wrist, and gently press it against my skin. I increase the pressure as time passes; making sure this is painful and slow. I deserve a horrible death full of pain because of all the things I have done. Blood seeps through the slash, and drips off the side of my wrist onto the cold floor, creating a puddle of dark, rich crimson liquid. I gasp silently, mesmerized by the sight. The room becomes darker and unclear with every drop of blood, and suddenly my surroundings start spinning slowly. My eyelids become heavy, and I give in to my new tiredness, dropping to the floor. I hear a small thud, and everything goes black...
##~~##~~## Harry's POV
As Professor Dumbledor announces the shocking death of Draco, my heart sinks lower and lower. Yes, we may have not been the best of friends, but I still am left with a sad, empty feeling. Life is now not the same without the conceited, malicious, unpleasant Draco Malfoy. I can feel Hermione's eyes bore into the back of my head; she knows what I am thinking and feeling. She is the only one who knows my true feelings about him. I told her that I had a crush on him the summer of our fourth year, about a week after I realized it, because I knew she would be supportive and understanding. I wonder why he committed suicide, he had every reason to live. A beautiful manor, a caring mother, people who look up to him...the only thing he didn't have was a boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe he was gay, like me. That is highly unlikely, though. I really miss that Malfoy...
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I wonder why I did not do this earlier...It would have saved me a lot of trouble.... And unwanted feelings. Yes, I have thought about suicide before, but I think those feelings I have had lately really drove me to this. The feelings of lust, love... passion for him. For the one I despise the most. For the 'Golden Boy', for 'Perfect Potter'. For the past month, I have looked at Harry in a new way. I now notice the little things about him - like the way his eyes have a certain sparkle, or his delightful laugh, and I find these things utterly adorable. These feelings are driving me crazy...what really hurts me though is I know he would never love, or even like, me back. I am his worst enemy. He hates me. He has reason to, of course. I have tortured and teased him relentlessly ever since our first year at Hogwarts. But still...I have tried giving Harry the occasional smile, or a happy look, but he just glares. And I know he has caught some of the lustful glances from me, yet he never said anything, so now I am hurt. And that is why I must do this.
I reach into my trunk, feeling around for a mirror, until my hand reaches a cold, hard surface. I pull it out, then slam it against the ground of the Slytherin dormitory, and watch it shatter into many different shards. Picking up the biggest piece, my heart begins to race and my breath quickens. I know this is the right, and the only, thing to do. Slowly, I bring the glass up to my tiny, pale wrist, and gently press it against my skin. I increase the pressure as time passes; making sure this is painful and slow. I deserve a horrible death full of pain because of all the things I have done. Blood seeps through the slash, and drips off the side of my wrist onto the cold floor, creating a puddle of dark, rich crimson liquid. I gasp silently, mesmerized by the sight. The room becomes darker and unclear with every drop of blood, and suddenly my surroundings start spinning slowly. My eyelids become heavy, and I give in to my new tiredness, dropping to the floor. I hear a small thud, and everything goes black...
##~~##~~## Harry's POV
As Professor Dumbledor announces the shocking death of Draco, my heart sinks lower and lower. Yes, we may have not been the best of friends, but I still am left with a sad, empty feeling. Life is now not the same without the conceited, malicious, unpleasant Draco Malfoy. I can feel Hermione's eyes bore into the back of my head; she knows what I am thinking and feeling. She is the only one who knows my true feelings about him. I told her that I had a crush on him the summer of our fourth year, about a week after I realized it, because I knew she would be supportive and understanding. I wonder why he committed suicide, he had every reason to live. A beautiful manor, a caring mother, people who look up to him...the only thing he didn't have was a boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe he was gay, like me. That is highly unlikely, though. I really miss that Malfoy...