Disclaimer: Harry Potter and anything else related is not mine and never will be.
Warnings: Major Character Death, Angst, Crude language.
AN: Hello :) So this is my first fic in the Harry Potter fandom, although I have been reading for a long time now. I stopped writing after the first few years, but I thought Meh. Might as well give it a go again :D
This is going to be a bunch of drabbles and are in no way interconnected. Warnings will be posted at the start of each chapter! Thank you!
5 Months and 18 Days.
It had been 5 months and 18 days. Not that he had been counting or anything.
5 months and 18 days and yet he still felt numb. The others had already begun to move on, keep going with their lives and start forgetting. He could see Hermione and Ron not looking away whenever his name was mentioned or Pansy not tearing up when she saw him. He could see the way that they started to focus more of their attention elsewhere, but not him.
He still haunted him like a ghoul trying to find his way home. Because in a way he had been his home.
No more tears could be shed because he had out cried himself, Malfoy pride be damned. No, he only felt numb these days. The numbness used to be hatred and anger. He was angry at him for leaving him to suffer on this planet and hated him for it, resented him because he had once told him that he would always be there, that he wouldn't leave. That he wouldn't leave him alone. Bullshit. Look where that got him today. Either way he was left alone in this pathetic excuse of existence because how could he exist without his soul? His very being? He didn't. He only survived.
The anger lasted for a month but the hatred only for a week. He could never hate him for that long. Damn that bastard! Why did his life have to be so messed up? The good things in his life were always taken away from him when he had just begin to enjoy them. He could just feel the tears forming. And when he thought he couldn't cry any more. Stupid tear ducts making stupid tears. He couldn't control it anymore. Sobs wracked his body as he held onto himself like he used to hold onto him. No comfort was gained from himself. It just served to remind him of how alone he was now. There wasn't anyone else that could possible begin to understand. There wasn't.
5 months and 18 days was a long time to live without someone.
5 months and 18 days was not long enough to forget, because it was only 5 months and 18 days.
Because fuck Potter for making him like this.
Did anyone else catch onto the Wuthering Heights reference? :D
If anyone is confused, 'he' refers to Harry while 'he' refers to Draco.