Something Special
By: xoxdarknessxox
AN: I wrote this when I was listening to Always by Saliva, so if you hate this blame it on the song. Also I wrote this when I was feeling down and this actually isn't my first fic, I've done others I've just never gotten around to putting them up, so I guess this is my first one on so be nice please. Don't forget to review because I like reading them, especially if they're nice one or flames that I can cook my Pop-Tarts over. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: No I do NOT own them, do you have to keep reminding me? I know I'm not JK Rowling otherwise I would have Harry and Draco making out in every possible broom closet there was in Hogwarts. Enjoy!
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I wanted to say so much before you left, but I was scared. Scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, scared that you might reject me. I was a coward, and I regret it everyday that I won't ever get a chance to say all the things I wanted to. You were something special to me and I didn't want to ruin the great friendship we had developed over the years. Before you left that day on the battlefield, you told me to wait for you, I waited. I waited more than I wanted to, after days of looking for survivors, I knew you weren't coming back. There was a feeling deep inside of me that knew you were gone. I cried more that day than I can even remember, it was all a blur. The hospital, the tears, and the emotions I felt towards you. I was angry with you for leaving me, for leaving me when I needed you most. I was going to tell you how much I loved you that day, but something froze inside of me. I thought I would just tell you when you came back after you had fulfilled your destiny. But I never got that chance and I hate you more and more everyday for telling me that you were coming back, for asking me to wait for you. I can't wait anymore, I'm sorry. I don't want to feel the pain anymore; I can't take it for much longer, living with the regret of not saying everything I should have that day. When I see you again will you think of me as weak that I couldn't survive through the hurt and pain inside myself? I need to get away from everyone trying to comfort me on the loss of a great friend, when in reality I lost more than a friend, I lost my one true love and I can't deal with that knowledge. People say that I'll get over it, that someday I'll realize that I have memories that I can look back on. But I don't want memories, I want the real thing, and if I have to follow you to the other side to get it then so be it.
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The next day when Draco Malfoy's house elf went to inform him that aurors needed to speak with him concerning the death of Harry Potter he found him dead in his bedroom. His body lay propped up against the headboard on the plush white linen of the bed. The red that ran down his wrists was a great contrast against his almost translucent skin now that all life had been drained out of him. Lying on top of his lap was a note with six simple words that had held more meaning to Draco than anyone would ever know. Scrawled out in black ink was I Did This For Something Special.
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