Disclaimer: I am poor don't sue me. I made no money writing this. These
characters aren't mine, they belong to who ever they belong to, but if they
were mine, I'd give them all a nice cup of tea.
"I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you"
~The Reason
Hoobastank~
All For Him
I stare into the mirror. I'm not the same person I once was. No longer do I have my ice cold steel eyes, no longer do they hide my emotions. No longer am I a Malfoy.
I try to think back. Back to when this all happened, but it hurts too much.
I look myself in my eyes again. Him. I am this because of him. I've become a reflection of him. Behind my mask and eyes I can see him, smiling back at me.
It hurts.
It's my fault he's gone. I should have died during that battle, but he saved me.
Why?
Was it for love?
Yes.
Did I ever love him?
Yes.
Did I ever tell him?
No.
I replay that night over and over in my mind, and I can't help but think that he already knew that I loved him.
He's dead. Gone. Move on. That's what the little voice in my head tells me.
I've caused pain to those around me. In their heads I know they blame me for the loss of their savior.
Harry Potter: their savoir, their saint.
Was that what he was to me? Was he my savior and saint?
Yes and no.
It hurts to think now. I'm lost without him. I've become an outcast.
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I faintly hear my father's voice in my head.
'Malfoy's never cry' he said. Bullshit.
I cry more.
I pull out a knife from sheath on my leg.
My name is on it.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
I'm not him anymore. He died.
I don't know who I am anymore, and I don't want to. It doesn't matter.
I lift the blade to my chest. Both hands now holding it. It's pointing straight at my heart.
I know he would have wanted me to go on. To live, but I can't live without him. Not anymore.
I take my last breath, and push the blade into my heart.
There's a blinding light, then nothing, no more pain.
I see my body hit the floor. I'm above it, floating up.
I hear my name being called and I can't help but wonder if where I'll be going will be with him.
Because I did this all for him.
A/N: Right...so what was I going to say?
"I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you"
~The Reason
Hoobastank~
All For Him
I stare into the mirror. I'm not the same person I once was. No longer do I have my ice cold steel eyes, no longer do they hide my emotions. No longer am I a Malfoy.
I try to think back. Back to when this all happened, but it hurts too much.
I look myself in my eyes again. Him. I am this because of him. I've become a reflection of him. Behind my mask and eyes I can see him, smiling back at me.
It hurts.
It's my fault he's gone. I should have died during that battle, but he saved me.
Why?
Was it for love?
Yes.
Did I ever love him?
Yes.
Did I ever tell him?
No.
I replay that night over and over in my mind, and I can't help but think that he already knew that I loved him.
He's dead. Gone. Move on. That's what the little voice in my head tells me.
I've caused pain to those around me. In their heads I know they blame me for the loss of their savior.
Harry Potter: their savoir, their saint.
Was that what he was to me? Was he my savior and saint?
Yes and no.
It hurts to think now. I'm lost without him. I've become an outcast.
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I faintly hear my father's voice in my head.
'Malfoy's never cry' he said. Bullshit.
I cry more.
I pull out a knife from sheath on my leg.
My name is on it.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
I'm not him anymore. He died.
I don't know who I am anymore, and I don't want to. It doesn't matter.
I lift the blade to my chest. Both hands now holding it. It's pointing straight at my heart.
I know he would have wanted me to go on. To live, but I can't live without him. Not anymore.
I take my last breath, and push the blade into my heart.
There's a blinding light, then nothing, no more pain.
I see my body hit the floor. I'm above it, floating up.
I hear my name being called and I can't help but wonder if where I'll be going will be with him.
Because I did this all for him.
A/N: Right...so what was I going to say?