Title: Something for Nothing
Author: jayeboy / Xian Chan
Rating: G-ish, although it's still a bit dark.
Pairing: Unrequited Draco/Harry, I'll let you read for yourself.
Words: 513
Beta: I want to thank kit84! She helped make this one-shot beautiful.
Summary: Draco slowly fades away as he watches Harry love another.
Author's Note: This is dedicated to someone who I shall not name because the situation is delicate at the moment. This was written from personal experience and the only thing I can say is suffering can bring inspiration for writing...and acting. My only message is experience the moment, suffer or enjoy, remember, and use it later.
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One soft caress. Your heart twinges. A brush of lips and your breath becomes shallow. Strong hands run through hideous ginger locks. He's loving her and not me. He's loving her, and not I; At least you could remember the elocution lessons, Draco.
Why is the world so beautiful for them? The sun is waking up in the east; orange and red and purple dancing across the lake surface. The breeze gently blowing, reminding you of a soft breath upon the back of a lover's neck. Breathing him in and releasing the scent to get more. A breath you never felt. You just can't figure it out. The world never gave you this. Simple, loving moments.
The dull ache in your chest becomes a throbbing pain. The fatal poison called unrequited love; Slowly it oozes into your heart, creeping into every corner and every shadow. Then you can't take it anymore. And your heart gives up. Only it doesn't at the same time. It keeps going anyway, spreading the poison into your arteries, and veins, and capillaries, eating away at your blood until there's nothing left but poison. Especially in your head. Because you don't know where else these thoughts are coming from.
You would never want Harry dead just so she can't have him. Just so he'll be gone. So he won't fill your thoughts anymore. Or maybe he might stay with you That's just the poison talking.
Every time they kiss, a piece of you falls away. Bit by bit you hollow out. And then you begin to fade. No one sees, no one cares. You're transparent. You don't matter. It's like they walk right through you in their happiness leaving you just another hole to bear in their wake. They're going back to the castle. They're professors now, they haven't the time to dawdle by the lake like they used to when they were in school. They have young minds to attend to.
Draco Malfoy doesn't matter anymore. Or he never did. Or never will. Although, wishful thinking states that you do matter. That you always did. And you always will. Seeing the back of Harry walking away hand in hand with her shatters these thoughts so that they have no hope of returning like they usually do.
So you walk back towards the Forbidden Forest. You follow the exact path you walk everyday. Twisting and turning until the path ends at a large, dead tree. Not even a 'Here lies Draco Malfoy' carved into the bark. You weren't that important. The only thing that marks your grave is your wand, tucked into a knothole carelessly. How ironic, to be slain by the one you love, the one who thought you were doing everything in your power to stop him. But it wasn't that way. It never was. It was all for him.
It's your home now, though. It's your home forever and a day. Unless you fade. It wouldn't matter. So you do. Fade. Fade away. And welcome something that fills the void left by Harry Potter. The oblivion.