A/n: This idea popped into my head while reading one of the books. I hope
you enjoy! I also realise that it is classed under Draco and Severus. This
story involves neither of them, other than Goyle thinking bad thoughts
about Draco. Poor Goyle and Crabbe don't have their own character thing.
Constructive criticism is most welcome. Characters are probably a bit ooc.
Please R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. The great wonderful J.K. Rowling does. She has a good middle name. Kathleen. Like mine.
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Goyle sighed as he climbed into his bed. He had just endured yet another day of torture and cruel remarks from Draco. He knew another day was coming, and then another day after that. There wasn't a day that didn't go by without at least one snide and cruel remark from Draco. The insults ranged from comments about his looks, to cruel, uncaring remarks about his intelligence. But somehow, Goyle controlled himself enough not to punch Draco right in that smarmy face of his.
He really didn't know how he managed to survive it. Why he hadn't ended his life years ago? He had tried getting new friends, but no one seemed to want him in their group. The only reason Draco had become friends with him was to have a bodyguard. So, why hadn't Goyle done it? Gone and ended his life?
As Crabbe climbed into Goyle's bed and embraced him, Goyle was reminded why he kept himself alive. It was for Crabbe.
Even though Goyle had all these sour thoughts about ending his life, one kiss from Crabbe was enough to make him live another day. One touch for Crabbe was enough to stop Goyle knocking Draco out.
It was all for Crabbe.
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A/n2: Yes, it was terribly short. But, short and sweet, that's what they say! Or something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. The great wonderful J.K. Rowling does. She has a good middle name. Kathleen. Like mine.
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Goyle sighed as he climbed into his bed. He had just endured yet another day of torture and cruel remarks from Draco. He knew another day was coming, and then another day after that. There wasn't a day that didn't go by without at least one snide and cruel remark from Draco. The insults ranged from comments about his looks, to cruel, uncaring remarks about his intelligence. But somehow, Goyle controlled himself enough not to punch Draco right in that smarmy face of his.
He really didn't know how he managed to survive it. Why he hadn't ended his life years ago? He had tried getting new friends, but no one seemed to want him in their group. The only reason Draco had become friends with him was to have a bodyguard. So, why hadn't Goyle done it? Gone and ended his life?
As Crabbe climbed into Goyle's bed and embraced him, Goyle was reminded why he kept himself alive. It was for Crabbe.
Even though Goyle had all these sour thoughts about ending his life, one kiss from Crabbe was enough to make him live another day. One touch for Crabbe was enough to stop Goyle knocking Draco out.
It was all for Crabbe.
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A/n2: Yes, it was terribly short. But, short and sweet, that's what they say! Or something.