A/N: Nothing in this story belongs to me. Only the plot :( The rest belongs to JK Rowling - man I wish I was her!
Written in a response to the Disney Quotes Challange on the Forums. Quote Below :
"You have forgotten who you are, and so forgotten me."-Lion King
Chapter 1
DPOV
I would always remember that day. That day was when my life was turned on its head, when it was like a stake was driven through my heart and I was burned at the stake. I know, a bit ironic isn't it? That's what they used to do to witches and other beings with magical powers a long while back.
Oh god, if she could hear me now, making jokes to myself, trying to forget what happened, she'd never take me back would she? She wouldn't want me, a pathetic nobody, in the world of the rich. She taught me how to love, how to care, and talked me out of this absurd hatred of muggleborns. I was so stupid back then; I was surprised that no one had slapped some sense into me. I was such a jerk!
I still remember her with every fiber of my being, my heart aches for her every hour of every day; her chocolate coloured eyes still haunt me whenever my eyes are closed, whenever I stand still, whenever I smell new parchment. It was her favourite smell, and now she can smell it no longer.
Every night, I see that tragic scene in my nightmares, reliving it, and wishing that I could step in, and save her. Save her from that fatal curse that hit her when her back was turned.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
"Take this Death Eater scum!" Her long, brown, curly hair swept out from her head in a fan of browns and blondes. She was swirling her wand around, cursing every Death Eater within a 100 meter radius. Screaming curses that she shouldn't know, curses that even he didn't know, taking out at least 2 death eaters at a time. By now, they'd all realised that she was NOT a force to be trifled with.
She was winning, until, a green light hit her square in the back. He watched from his sanctuary as the light went from her eyes, the ghost of her triumph still etched on her face. He broke down and cried, knowing that he would never hold her in his arms again, smell the sweet smell of her hair, or taste her on his lips. Every tear he knew was wasted, nothing would bring her back.
~~~END FLASHBACK~~~
She was my life, my love, and now she's gone. And to add insult to injury, it was none other than my Father who killed her. Ugh!
But no-one understands me. No-one understands why Draco Malfoy stays in his room all day, no one understands why Draco Malfoy looks like a ghost, and no one understands why Draco Malfoy looks at his Father in that way. If looks could kill, then Lucius Malfoy would be long dead by now.
Only his Father actually knew why he was like he is, and what he couldn't understand was:
WHY THE HELL WAS DRACO MALFOY PINING AFTER SOME GODDANM MUDBLOOD!