A/N: Hi there! This one's kind of morbid. The theme prompt was suicide, and Drarry is my favorite pairing, so…well…you got this. I'm making a sort of series. The next prompt is alcohol, so that one will be up in a couple days, if not today. It starts out as Drarry, but sort of drifts into Ron/Draco. You'll see how that works out if you read the rest of the series. They will be updated as SEPARATE STORIES, NOT CHAPTERS.

Yeah. I didn't know if this would be too "adult" for T, so it's rated M to be safe. I hope you like it. If you don't like reading character death, LEAVE. LEAVE AND NEVER LOOK BACK. (:

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this? I mean, it's been two years since the last film came out. I do? *sigh* Okay. I own nothing but the plot. Characters, setting, etc belong to our Queen, Ms. Rowling. Please don't sue me!

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, SUICIDE, HINTED SELF-HARM, DARK THEMES, HINTED SLASH, AND SAD!DRACO. If you don't like reading any of those things, LEAVE.

Falling, falling, falling. My stomach rises into my throat, my vision blurs as I stare up at the starry sky. I breathe my last breath right before I hit the ground and everything goes black.

I'm walking around the grounds when I see him, lying on the ground, limbs crooked and blood pooled around his head. I rush over, and put a hand over my mouth as a scream emanates from me. I fall to my knees and lay a hand over his chest.

"Potter, what have you done? Harry, why? I was going to tell you tomorrow. I was going to tell you that, I'm sorry, that I love you. How could you do this?" I'm sobbing, cradling his limp hand in my palms. Footsteps approach me. It's Pansy.

"Draco, we need to get someone."

"Then go! I'm not leaving him!"

Pansy backs away, then runs to the school. I continue to sob, tears dripping onto the scarred skin of his arm. I pull his sleeve up further and inspect the cuts, running my fingers over them lightly. I cry harder.

"Harry, how you could suffer so much in silence?" I ask. "Why did you never tell anyone?"

I look up as Madam Pomfrey and the Headmaster rush toward the scene.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you could please move." Dumbledore starts.

"NO! I'm not moving! I'm not leaving him, not again." I sob. Dumbledore gives me a calculating look, then nods.

"Very well, but we need to inspect him."

I shift to the side to allow Madam Pomfrey to scan his body with her wand.

"Headmaster, he's…there's nothing I can do." She looks up at Dumbledore. I look at her incredulously.

"Of course he's dead! He's killed himself, and it's all my fault!" I sob even louder.

"Mr. Malfoy, there is never any blame in death."

"No, it's my fault. I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. I broke up with him. I left him, and I said I didn't care. And now he's dead, and it's all my fault!" I bring his hand up to my mouth and press a kiss to the back. "I never got to tell him how sorry I am, and how much I love him. I was going to ask him to move in with me after we graduated. I was going to ask him to marry me, and I now he's dead, because I waited too long."

Madam Pomfrey wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me to my feet, away from Harry's body. She walks me back up to the school, whispering calm words in my ear, which I don't hear. I'm shivering from shock, unable to hear anything, or speak.

The love of my life is dead, and it's all my fault.