He wishes he could just make them stop.
It had happened a couple of days ago, but she hadn't cried. Now it seemed it wasn't to stop, it was just going to keep on going and going and going…Not just cries, these were gut wrenching sobs that literally shook her soul and scattered it into pieces across the floor. There was nothing left in her anymore, but those cries behind that closed door.
An area he had never been in, a secluded, special place. He had no right; after all, he wasn't a friend. But he wanted to be with her, comfort her, stop the pain that was so obviously killing her. Stop her crying, because it was humanely impossible to cry that hard, that fast, that madly.
It was Potter's fault. Potter, with his good looks, heroic actions, brains, the whole world at his feet. People knew the pressure he was under, but nobody had even imagined…He'd committed suicide, left no note, and nobody would ever understand his reasons…
It was the worse thing Potter could ever done. Had he no remorse? Had he no common decency? Was he that involved in his own selfish mind to not even spare the people that cared for him? Did he care that much about himself?
Potter hadn't just killed himself that night. He'd killed others too, the list endless. Hermione Granger, inconsiderable in her sobs. Ron Weasley, swallowed with his guilt and un-understanding. Ginny Weasley who hadn't talked to anyone since the night she'd found him hanging from the tree out by the lake, laughing and talking to him and horror spreading over those features when she realised why he wasn't responding. There were others too – Remus Lupin, and all of the Weasley family, particularly Mrs Weasley. The Ripple Effect in full action, and not even considered by Harry Potter.
And Draco wishes he could just make it stop.
Before, he would have found their misery funny. Not anymore. There was nothing funny about any of this.
Draco wishes he could help. He stares at the Head Girl's door and has never felt so helpless in his life. He wasn't in love with her, nor were they in anyway friendly. But nobody could not feel sad at those cries, those cries like nothing he'd ever heard before. It makes him sick, his stomach keeps flopping, and he just wants it all to be the same – the same House Rivalry, the same competition of grades, the same old, normal, childish life.
The pain twists through her like a dagger. One day she will get up from that bed and stop crying so horribly and painfully. But the pain will never stop twisting, that is so evidently clear, and Draco hopes that, wherever Potter is now, he has fully realised what his one little selfish act has done to all the people who had took that skinny, little parentless boy into their hearts and gave him his family.
He just wishes it would stop. He stays up and listens to the cries all night. He has always hated Potter. Now, finally, he has a real reason. Now, finally, Potter has proved what a coward he really is.
How could you do it, John? Nobody understands. Nobody.
Anyone thinking of suicide, please don't! You can never really understand the after-effects on such an act. It's the cowardly way out, and the people that love you will never know why, or be able to stop blaming themselves. Whatever your problem is, taking your life is not the answer. Talk to people, sort out your problems, DO ANYTHING! Just don't give up like that!
Title from the song by Kelly Clarkson (Number 4 on her album BreakAway)