A/N: Hey! Here's another story for you all to enjoy! This story is very different from my other ones, so please be considerate when reviewing. Although, I would like my first flame… anyway, yeah, I don't own Harry potter, blah, blah, blah… on with the show!
He stood on the edge of the bridge, the wind whipping his platinum blonde hair into his eyes. The bright moon made him somewhat visible to passersby. If they had bothered to look, they would have seen his gray eyes were cloudy, almost vacant. They would not have thought him capable of sane thoughts. But he was.
He was sane enough to know the life he was living was not a life to be desired. Bed-ridden because of the guilt, the most intense kind of guilt you could possibly imagine; barely a shell of a man.
Then this morning, he woke up.
And there he stood, facing the only solution he could think of, to free him from the pain he lived in. The stars sparkled in the midnight sky, reflecting on the unbroken pane of peaceful water below the bridge. Then the water's peacefulness was disrupted; it rippled outwards from the spot where the man had jumped.
Yes. Draco Malfoy was sinking to the bottom of the Thames River, eyes closing and a slight smile or smirk, whichever you would like to call it, creeping up his face for the first time in years. Yes. Draco Malfoy was reveling in this journey to the place where it is impossible for guilt to exist. It was his sweet release.
A/N: Well. There you have it. As always, read review. And hopefully you guys got my double meaning when I said he woke up.