A/N: Hi! This is my new fic. The inspiration for it came from the song 'For Crying Out Loud' by 'Meatloaf' (I am a big Meatloaf fan.) For those of you haven't heard the song I urge you to listen to it. It's absolutely amazing. The lyrics below are courtesy of the aforementioned song. Hope you enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story line.
"I'm in the middle of nowhere, near the end of the line."
Meatloaf (For Crying Out Loud)
This is it. I am standing on the highest balcony. I can see the lake, the forbidden forest, everything. None of which seem important now. As the chilling night breeze brushes across my face I lean over the edge and notice just how far down it really is. The castle walls fade into the far distance and the bottom can not be seen. After almost turning back I realize that if I do I will regret the choice for the rest of my life and I do not want to put myself through that. My knuckles rapidly turn white from the force that I am using to cling to the edge, but I don't care, it makes no difference to me now. I pull in what will be one of my final breaths and begin to swing my left leg over the edge. This exact moment has been planned over and over inside my head. I will fling my body over the edge and I will hurtle down towards the earth below, faster than light itself. The earth will embrace me. Sure, some people will probably notice a body drop past their window but there is no way anyone will reach me in time to be a hero. I swing my other leg up and over the edge. I am now balanced precariously, my hands the only thing keeping me safe the only thing still keeping me alive. I look around at what I am saying goodbye to, a world of hatred, evil and pain. My hands start to let go but I notice a cold, wet, tear forming in my eye. Why have I chosen this moment to become sentimental? It will just prolong the inevitable, and everyone knows there is no point in that. I pull myself back together and slowly ungrasp my hands. My whole body leans forward and I once again glimpse the darkness below me. Swiftly I feel rough hands grab at the back of my robes. "Let me go!" The shout passes through my lips and I struggle to lean forward out of the strangers grasp. Despite my efforts I feel my body being dragged back onto the balcony, back to life. A familiar voice asks breathlessly "What the hell do you think you're doing?" My anger at being saved subsides as I realize that there is genuine concern in my rescuers voice. I look up into his large green eyes and see fear and alarm shining back at me. My eyes once again water as my steely resolve falters and I rush to brush away the cascade of tears that is starting to fall from my eyes. Please don't let him see me cry, please? My silent pleas go unanswered and the tears fall despite my efforts. He looks down at me and the look on his face is unreadable. It is not one I have seen before and I wonder if tomorrow he will use my tears as ammunition against me. I bow my head in shame and wonder why he stares at me that way. I hear a quiet scuffle of feet and pray that he is leaving. He is not. Instead he his moving closer and kneeling down beside me and in the next instant I feel his muscular arms wrap silently around my quivering body. This is a whole new sensation to me and I notice that beneath his robes he too is shaking. And I wonder silently why is he shaking too? Is it with concern for me? Luckily I am not foolish enough to ponder this thought for very long and I soon decide that I must be mistaken. Next to me I feel his body move and although he must be uncomfortable in the position he is in his arms never leave their post around my body. It is almost too much for me to handle as I have always dreamt that he would hold me in his arms but I never thought it would be under these circumstances. I lean in towards him and as I do this I feel his arms tighten their hold on me. "Draco?" I feel his warm breath on my neck and I realize just how close his lips are at this moment. I quiver violently as my heart beats faster. "Draco? Why were you going to jump?" I don't move an inch in the hopes that perhaps he will still leave and I won't have to answer his question. He sighs against my neck and moves to let me go. "Fine, if you don't want to answer I'll just leave." He stands up and turns toward the stairs. I'm not ready to be alone yet and my body aches to have him pressed against me once more. "Life has become too much" My whisper floats to him on the breeze and for a moment I wonder if he has even heard me. He stops walking and turns once again to look back at me. Our eyes connect and I notice that the usual sneer and hatred on his face are gone. He walks back towards me and sits down. "I'm sorry" Never have I heard him apologise to me before and it touches me that after all our rivalry when it really counts he is able to swallow his pride and say those two words to me. "Why are you sorry?" "For everything" he says to me. "For fighting with you, for arguing" "But we're rivals, that's the way we are expected to act." He looks at me and I have to look away, his gaze, too intense not too. "Besides, our rivalry is the only thing that has kept me alive all these years. You are not the reason I was going to jump, not even part of it." Now it is my turn, I turn and look at him with a powerful stare. But unlike me, he never looks away. He holds my gaze and slowly leans towards me. My heart jumps with the years of desire that have been pent up inside. Who am I kidding? He's only here because I was going to jump, not because he wants to be. "I'm glad I wasn't part of the problem" His voice is barely audible through the chilling night. "Perhaps I can be part of the solution" With that he leans towards me and brushes his lips against mine.
A/N: Hope you'll R+R. Give me suggestions of what you would like to see happen or what you don't want to happen. The more support I get the faster the next chapters will be posted. Thanks!