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AN: this story was inspired by my friend's poem about Draco.
What if everyone had evil in them And I sent of good to disguise? What if evil accepted the good, Or the two melted in one? What if good consumed all danger? What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1.
I was already in the compartment when she came in. looking like an angel. Her soft brown hair and her know-it-all smile. Oh, that smile had haunted my dreams for two years now.
She was happy to be back. I was too, in a way. Seeing her made a part of me wake up again. Why does she torture me? I know that she was looking for a nasty remark. But I don't want to hurt her. Even if a wanted to I don't have strength to do it. I keep wondering how this could happen. Me, a pureblood and she, a not so pureblood. But actually it didn't matter anymore. Now that the war had ended the bloodissue was not so important anymore. But she was still a Gryffindor. And I am a Slytherin. It is a Slytherin's duty to be mean to a Gryffindor. But I just didn't have the strength. I just didn't.
She looked a bit shocked when she entered the compartment. I know why. I was even paler than usual. A lot of my blood had left me through my wrists. I knew that it was bad for me, but why should I care? The redblack blood dripping down my hands washed away all the pain. It left only numbness.
How dare she be so happy? It's not fair that while I burn inside she can live a happy life in unknowingness. Sometimes I wish I could brake her. Tare off that happiness and make her see a part of the horror that lives inside me. It is eating me up inside. But I couldn't touch her. She is my little angel. How could I be worthy of having something so innocent and pure in my arms?
My dad was killed this summer. He didn't want to surrender so the Aurors had to kill him. It was hard to mother. She locked herself in her room. I hardly saw her. She has no idea of the pain I'm feeling. Only the houseelf Toby knows.
One day I just couldn't stand living anymore. I took my knife. I was made of silver. The letters D.M were carved on the snake shaped handle. I took the knife and sliced my wrists. I wanted death to take me. Take me into the bittersweet nothingness. All I wanted was to breathe no more.
My heart had nearly stopped working when Toby found me. I ordered him not to tell my mother. Toby brought me back to health. While I was laying in my bed the only thing I could think of was her. My angel. I knew that she hates me. And god knows I have given her enough reason to do so. Jet, right now she is here, with me, in this compartment. Not willingly, but she is here. I can look at her. I can breathe her.
Half of the train ride is over. She has fallen asleep. Hermione must be really tired. I haven't seen her sleeping in the train before. She seems to be sound asleep. So peaceful. So alone. And least she isn't with Wonderboy and his pet. I noticed already last year that they don't spend so much time together anymore. Maybe they had an argument? Perhaps they hurt her? But they are her friends, they couldn't hurt her, could they?
My hands hurt. I haven't sliced them for two days now. But I can't stop myself longer. My bad is right there, next to me. The knife is in the small pocket. I pull it out. It is so smooth, so cold, so bloodthirsty. I look at her. She is asleep. I can't deny blood to the knife. I roll up my sleeve. There are hundreds of cuts. They all hurt, but I don't feel it. I take the knife. And cut through the flesh slowly. One cut after another. But I cannot allow more to the knife. She may wake up. I put the knife back into the bag carefully. I slide a finger over my wrist. It is covered in blood. I lick it with my tongue. The bittersweet taste of my flesh.
I hear her wake. I try to roll down my sleeve but she is faster. She pulls it up and looks at me in horror. Oh, how could I cause that pain to an angel like her. I don't think she understands what it is. But I will not explain, especially when I can't explain it to myself. 'Draco, what is this?'
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- So, how was it? Please review! And I must excuse my spelling. My native language isn't English and I don't really bother to check my spelling.
What if everyone had evil in them And I sent of good to disguise? What if evil accepted the good, Or the two melted in one? What if good consumed all danger? What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 1.
I was already in the compartment when she came in. looking like an angel. Her soft brown hair and her know-it-all smile. Oh, that smile had haunted my dreams for two years now.
She was happy to be back. I was too, in a way. Seeing her made a part of me wake up again. Why does she torture me? I know that she was looking for a nasty remark. But I don't want to hurt her. Even if a wanted to I don't have strength to do it. I keep wondering how this could happen. Me, a pureblood and she, a not so pureblood. But actually it didn't matter anymore. Now that the war had ended the bloodissue was not so important anymore. But she was still a Gryffindor. And I am a Slytherin. It is a Slytherin's duty to be mean to a Gryffindor. But I just didn't have the strength. I just didn't.
She looked a bit shocked when she entered the compartment. I know why. I was even paler than usual. A lot of my blood had left me through my wrists. I knew that it was bad for me, but why should I care? The redblack blood dripping down my hands washed away all the pain. It left only numbness.
How dare she be so happy? It's not fair that while I burn inside she can live a happy life in unknowingness. Sometimes I wish I could brake her. Tare off that happiness and make her see a part of the horror that lives inside me. It is eating me up inside. But I couldn't touch her. She is my little angel. How could I be worthy of having something so innocent and pure in my arms?
My dad was killed this summer. He didn't want to surrender so the Aurors had to kill him. It was hard to mother. She locked herself in her room. I hardly saw her. She has no idea of the pain I'm feeling. Only the houseelf Toby knows.
One day I just couldn't stand living anymore. I took my knife. I was made of silver. The letters D.M were carved on the snake shaped handle. I took the knife and sliced my wrists. I wanted death to take me. Take me into the bittersweet nothingness. All I wanted was to breathe no more.
My heart had nearly stopped working when Toby found me. I ordered him not to tell my mother. Toby brought me back to health. While I was laying in my bed the only thing I could think of was her. My angel. I knew that she hates me. And god knows I have given her enough reason to do so. Jet, right now she is here, with me, in this compartment. Not willingly, but she is here. I can look at her. I can breathe her.
Half of the train ride is over. She has fallen asleep. Hermione must be really tired. I haven't seen her sleeping in the train before. She seems to be sound asleep. So peaceful. So alone. And least she isn't with Wonderboy and his pet. I noticed already last year that they don't spend so much time together anymore. Maybe they had an argument? Perhaps they hurt her? But they are her friends, they couldn't hurt her, could they?
My hands hurt. I haven't sliced them for two days now. But I can't stop myself longer. My bad is right there, next to me. The knife is in the small pocket. I pull it out. It is so smooth, so cold, so bloodthirsty. I look at her. She is asleep. I can't deny blood to the knife. I roll up my sleeve. There are hundreds of cuts. They all hurt, but I don't feel it. I take the knife. And cut through the flesh slowly. One cut after another. But I cannot allow more to the knife. She may wake up. I put the knife back into the bag carefully. I slide a finger over my wrist. It is covered in blood. I lick it with my tongue. The bittersweet taste of my flesh.
I hear her wake. I try to roll down my sleeve but she is faster. She pulls it up and looks at me in horror. Oh, how could I cause that pain to an angel like her. I don't think she understands what it is. But I will not explain, especially when I can't explain it to myself. 'Draco, what is this?'
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- So, how was it? Please review! And I must excuse my spelling. My native language isn't English and I don't really bother to check my spelling.