Third choice
By: Shel'
All of the students who have decided to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas Break were enjoying themselves with a feast in the Grand Hall. For unknown raisons, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, pain in the arse for the Dream Team and arrogant prat had chosen to stay at school. For Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, that was Hell and a definite proof that Mister trouble was up for something Bad. The Boy Who Lived didn't comment the situation and was just gazing at his archenemy with something akin to admiration. Hermione, being the smart witch she is, took notice of that and was currently looking suspiciously to his best friend. The Boy Who Was VERY Dense (a.k.a Ronald Weasley) was happily chatting /alone/, oblivious of the distracted mood of his two friends. Every times, Harry glanced to his adversary, with thoughts more naughty than anyone else could believe. Well, except Hermione, but she is a pervert, so her opinion isn't important now (And NO, I am NOT a Mary Sue who took Hermione place…^^)… Anyway, midway of the feast, an owl landed a letter on Draco's plat, which is extremely curious as absolutely everybody know that the post at Hogwards come only during the breakfast. But, hey, this is a fanfiction and stranger things happened aa the times in fanfiction. Draco opened his letter and read it, a confused and bitter emotion in his face.
The Headmaster, being the kind (and curious) person he is, asked his student about his well-being.
"Draco, are you fine?"
To that, Draco answered with a flat voice that Pansy was dead but the meal was delicious and I think I am not hungry anymore.
The Headmaster told him to eat a little of the turkey (Even Ron said he was insane…) while Snape inquired about Pansy, DEAD?! Sorry, did I really hear you??
Draco wordlessly gave him the letter.
Draco,
'Twas the night before Christmas.
'Twas the night before my introduction among the Death Eaters.
'Twas the night of my choice:
Becoming one of the "bad"
Or being one of the good.
I am neither evil nor angel, neither killer nor saint.
I choose the third path. There is always a third choice, Drac'.
I love you.
Farewell Draco…
Remember,
Pansy
Draco wept bitterly, the night of Christmas Eve, for a friend who didn't have such a choice. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring in the emerald eyes of his greatest enemy, of his greatest love. Of his escape…He had himself chosen his path long ago when acting according his feeling towards Hogwarts Golden Boy and despite his family rejection was happy with his life now, thank you. Harry took him in his arm, glaring at Ron when he pretended to throw up.
End.
My my, aren't I cheerful tonight? ^-^…Well anyway, that was my very first fic in english (seing I am french) so it was mainly to see how difficult it was to write in a foreign language. I hope my spells aren't too bad and the story isn't too stupid v__v
By: Shel'
All of the students who have decided to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas Break were enjoying themselves with a feast in the Grand Hall. For unknown raisons, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, pain in the arse for the Dream Team and arrogant prat had chosen to stay at school. For Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, that was Hell and a definite proof that Mister trouble was up for something Bad. The Boy Who Lived didn't comment the situation and was just gazing at his archenemy with something akin to admiration. Hermione, being the smart witch she is, took notice of that and was currently looking suspiciously to his best friend. The Boy Who Was VERY Dense (a.k.a Ronald Weasley) was happily chatting /alone/, oblivious of the distracted mood of his two friends. Every times, Harry glanced to his adversary, with thoughts more naughty than anyone else could believe. Well, except Hermione, but she is a pervert, so her opinion isn't important now (And NO, I am NOT a Mary Sue who took Hermione place…^^)… Anyway, midway of the feast, an owl landed a letter on Draco's plat, which is extremely curious as absolutely everybody know that the post at Hogwards come only during the breakfast. But, hey, this is a fanfiction and stranger things happened aa the times in fanfiction. Draco opened his letter and read it, a confused and bitter emotion in his face.
The Headmaster, being the kind (and curious) person he is, asked his student about his well-being.
"Draco, are you fine?"
To that, Draco answered with a flat voice that Pansy was dead but the meal was delicious and I think I am not hungry anymore.
The Headmaster told him to eat a little of the turkey (Even Ron said he was insane…) while Snape inquired about Pansy, DEAD?! Sorry, did I really hear you??
Draco wordlessly gave him the letter.
Draco,
'Twas the night before Christmas.
'Twas the night before my introduction among the Death Eaters.
'Twas the night of my choice:
Becoming one of the "bad"
Or being one of the good.
I am neither evil nor angel, neither killer nor saint.
I choose the third path. There is always a third choice, Drac'.
I love you.
Farewell Draco…
Remember,
Pansy
Draco wept bitterly, the night of Christmas Eve, for a friend who didn't have such a choice. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring in the emerald eyes of his greatest enemy, of his greatest love. Of his escape…He had himself chosen his path long ago when acting according his feeling towards Hogwarts Golden Boy and despite his family rejection was happy with his life now, thank you. Harry took him in his arm, glaring at Ron when he pretended to throw up.
End.
My my, aren't I cheerful tonight? ^-^…Well anyway, that was my very first fic in english (seing I am french) so it was mainly to see how difficult it was to write in a foreign language. I hope my spells aren't too bad and the story isn't too stupid v__v
