Hello everyone. Glodrop here to give you a nice Drarry romance. First things first; I do not, under any law, own Harry Potter nor do I own the HP characters. This story contains male/male love and all that comes with it. It's rated M for a reason but I'm not just going to throw in sex just for the hell of it. This story will contain graphic stuff at some point but probably not what you're expecting. Have fun guys and hope to see you at the end of it all.

Chapter One: The Last Goodbye

I stand here on the edge. The scenery is beautiful. This time of year the trees are radiant in the falling light. The reds, oranges, and yellows glowed in the dying sunset.

You were golden to me.

You still are. Nothing could ever change that. I refuse to let my memories of you be dominated by the monster you became. Instead I remember you as the person I loved and adored. I'll never forget you were the person I couldn't save.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Really? You were always distant from me. Even when things were great I felt the expanse between us. How did we ever fall in love? Sometimes I still think I was the only one in love. I think you just needed someone. Anyone. Even after all you put me through I don't regret it. There are few things I would want to change.

This isn't something you would want me to do. As much as we fought you never hit me. Sometimes I think that would have been easier. The scars on my heart from your words will take eons to heal. You still wouldn't want me here.

It's starting to get cold. I'm starting to shiver. You always held me when I was cold. It was one of the things that showed me you cared. Why did we ever fight? What was it about each of us that made the other crazy? There were those months where we were so good. What was different? That's the major thing I would change. I would pay attention and see what was different at that time.

I'm glad I came back here. I was worried I would miss you. The halls echoed our past as I walk them. I see faded ghosts of you everywhere. I guess the stone walls here do absorb parts of us. Sometimes I hate that. I usually find myself loving it. I think I like the way the haunting feeling hurts.

Everything about this place haunts me. Right down to the paintings in old hallways to the disappearing steps in the south tower corridors.

At this moment I do regret coming back. Fallen is my grace amongst my own. I expected the abuse from everyone else. Honestly I wish they would beat me up but that's not their way. We taught them how to properly destroy someone. It's painful not to exist in the common room anymore. The moon is rising now. Funny how no one notices or cares that I'm not around. The students of course couldn't care less if I'm here or there. The teachers are painfully neutral about my class work and methodically oblivious to the cuts and bruises and dark circles under my eyes. I can't blame them. I can't even bring myself to be angry anymore. At first… At first I was pissed. I glared at everyone. I was fighting back. That quickly changed.

Wanna know what's funnier? It was so easy to get here. This is where I started the fall. This is where I end it. I thought this place would be more protected. I thought this place would be honored? It's not used for class anymore. When I first came up here in the middles of September I expected a memorial or even a plaque but there was nothing. It still looked the same as that night. The stones were that same silky roughness that absorbed the moonlight.

I wish there was something here. There should be but then again my opinion is selfish. The lack of remembrance stunned me my first visit and I haven't had the drive to finish. Apathy sinks into my very flesh and bones. It flourishes in my blood to settle in my soul. That ends tonight. I've settled what little affairs I have and it's tonight.

I hope when they find my body that they don't think I chose today for melodramatic reasons. Halloween; it just felt appropriate. Why wait till the end of the year? I know it would give more time for those I wronged to punish me but why ruin the 7th and 8th years graduation? Let them have that moment. The wizarding community needs it.

I wish I knew why I'm writing this to you. Hell, I wish I knew why I'm writing this at all. Who would want to read the last words of Draco Malfoy? They know my story now. They know about my abuse, my father's desperate attempts for power, my weakness for my dead mother, my role as the Death Eaters sex bitch. Even though my rotten garbage of a past got thrown about the papers and everyone in the court room got to see in vivid moving picture detail I'm glad it happened that way. It gave me the chance to do this here. I gave some people the chance to get even. For that I'm glad.

Blaise I'm so sorry you died. I'm so sorry you became so consumed by Voldemorts lies. I wonder sometimes if you could tell I wasn't a true believer. Is that why you would spit venom like you did? The days we didn't talk about it were so good. You were so sweet. Most importantly you were in control. You were the real leader and I think by the end of it everyone knew that. I think that why I still believed you loved me. I had started falling from power long before then and you kept me by your side.

I must do this now. The feast will be ending soon and I don't want the off chance of being stopped. Would anyone stop me? I don't think so. Not unless they killed me instead.

The height is dizzying up here. The cold wind from the north is as bitter as my tears. I never expected this of my life. I never wanted this darkness. I never wanted to hate mudbloods or Weasleys or Potter and definitely not Dumbledore.

I do want people to know that I never really did. If eyes ever see this letter to you, my darkest angel, I hope they realize I never wanted the role I inherited. I never wanted that senseless war.

My dearest Blaise I love you even if it's only because I only had you to love. You may have been my blackest secret but you were my favorite piece of corruption.

May this world be a better place.

D. Malfoy