Stormy drey eyes blink back tears, as Draco starts to think one last time
of the man he loved. Or should he say, loves? He rocks back and forth on
the toliet seat, afraid to come out and face the truth. He begins to run a
hand through his platnium hair, but quickly stops himself. 'Doesn't
everyone want to die with great hair? No use getting blood all in it...'
His eyes wander to a carving in the stall. "Harry Potter sucks" is all it says. The only image in Draco's mind was sitting on this same toliet just six short years ago, and carving that into the wall. "Damn... No wonder he hates me..."
Draco took one last look at his left wrist, and the blood steadily dripping from the long tear of flesh, made by his knife. He quickly switches the hand his knife is in, and slices the other wrist as well. If Harry wouldn't even look at him, then what the hell makes his life worth living?
~*~*~
Harry checks the ropes, making sure their knots are tight. He throws one end over the rafters in the Gryffindor common room, measures length, and ties it off. He places the box to where he needs to stand on tiptoe in order just to put his head in. Green eyes, bleeding silent tears, look around the room once more, making sure there was still no way into his temporary tomb.
He gingerly touched his wrists, cursing himself for not slitting them. This was going to take longer, but he would live with the pain. He laughs at the irony. 'Live with the pain, that is how you will die...'
~*~*~
Ron sits in the hospital wing, clutching Hermione's hand. If only HE had stepped in, not her! That damn duel between Harry and Malfoy was going to cost his true love her life... And what for? A chance to kill each other once and for all. But did that work? Of course fucking not! In a matter of minutes, her life would be extinguished, and there is nothing he can do...
~*~*~
Hermione knows it will happen. She is only a few minutes away from it. But she has to tell Ron now! "Ron... I... love---" She begins to choke on her words, and sputters out the last syllable before falling silent. "You."
~*~
Dumbledore sighs in anguish. Three candles, the brightest candles, all flicker and die out in a matter of seconds within each other. He says a silent prayer, and damns himself for the lack of a counter-curse to death...
~*~*~
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What do you think? This is it, but it is also my first death fic. Reaelly short, and to the point. Damn, I suck... R/R!
His eyes wander to a carving in the stall. "Harry Potter sucks" is all it says. The only image in Draco's mind was sitting on this same toliet just six short years ago, and carving that into the wall. "Damn... No wonder he hates me..."
Draco took one last look at his left wrist, and the blood steadily dripping from the long tear of flesh, made by his knife. He quickly switches the hand his knife is in, and slices the other wrist as well. If Harry wouldn't even look at him, then what the hell makes his life worth living?
~*~*~
Harry checks the ropes, making sure their knots are tight. He throws one end over the rafters in the Gryffindor common room, measures length, and ties it off. He places the box to where he needs to stand on tiptoe in order just to put his head in. Green eyes, bleeding silent tears, look around the room once more, making sure there was still no way into his temporary tomb.
He gingerly touched his wrists, cursing himself for not slitting them. This was going to take longer, but he would live with the pain. He laughs at the irony. 'Live with the pain, that is how you will die...'
~*~*~
Ron sits in the hospital wing, clutching Hermione's hand. If only HE had stepped in, not her! That damn duel between Harry and Malfoy was going to cost his true love her life... And what for? A chance to kill each other once and for all. But did that work? Of course fucking not! In a matter of minutes, her life would be extinguished, and there is nothing he can do...
~*~*~
Hermione knows it will happen. She is only a few minutes away from it. But she has to tell Ron now! "Ron... I... love---" She begins to choke on her words, and sputters out the last syllable before falling silent. "You."
~*~
Dumbledore sighs in anguish. Three candles, the brightest candles, all flicker and die out in a matter of seconds within each other. He says a silent prayer, and damns himself for the lack of a counter-curse to death...
~*~*~
~*~*~
What do you think? This is it, but it is also my first death fic. Reaelly short, and to the point. Damn, I suck... R/R!