I should be finishing "Fred & George Drabbles" but I had this idea in my head and it wouldn't go away.

This is my *counting* 3rd Drarry story! :D Rather depressing but I hope you enjoy it. :/ Oh, and I apologize for all spelling errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, that belongs to the queen JK Rowling. (Plus if I did own it, Harry would be with Draco, Remus, Sirius, and Fred would all be alive and it would be totally different XD ) But I do own the little poems in the story. That was all my creation ^_^

Now: ON WITH THE STORY!


"Nowhere to run Potter, your mummy's not here to protect you" Draco's voice rang throughout the empty hall. Harry laid on the ground, blood on his forehead from hitting the floor. "No one is going to protect you now Potter, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, a freak who would have thought?" He kept taunting him, his grey eyes filled with hate. Harry looked down, his glasses were broken and his usually vibrant green eyes were dull.

Words like shattered glass

Thrown into my pain filled brain

Why do you like to hurt me?

Draco kept continuing, "I doubt even your mummy would protect you if she heard about what you are" "Its disgusting" he added almost like an afterthought, "Liking boys, its gross, people like you should be dead" He spat on Harry.

Keep hurting my heart

Keep acting like you don't care

Because I know you don't

"If I died would you care?" Harry whispered looking up suddenly, "Would you?" His eyes, they were filled with a desperate light, does he want a real answer? Draco thought, but he quickly dismissed it.

"Of course not Potter" Draco laughed, "I would throw a party!" By now he felt bored so he decided to walk away, leaving Harry on the floor.

No end to the pain

A never ending nightmare,

Life is

The next day, Draco woke up feeling joyful, but he had a strange feeling that the nice day would not continue. He put that thought out of his mind and went to join the rest of the Slytherins in the great hall. The minute he reached the hall, all he heard was whispering and cries of shock. Confused, he went over to the Slytherins, "Why is everyone acting strange"

"Didn't you hear?" Pansy said her eyes wide, "Of course I didn't that's why I was asking" Draco said with a roll of his eyes. "Harry Potter is dead" Pansy whispered. Draco's mouth opened in shock. "What?" he finally said. "He killed himself" Pansy added. Draco froze.

The world has frozen

And all I can see

Is the memory of you

For the next few days Draco walked in a daze, all everyone talked about was how Harry Potter had been found by Neville Longbottom in the bathroom floor, his wrists cut. No one could comfort Hermione and Ron who sat surrounded by friends, sobbing. Why did he do it? No one could answer. But Draco thought he knew. Would you care if I died? Those words whispered in his mind, filled his dreams, along with dull green eyes. Would you? Yes, Draco whispered in his dreams yes I would, now please, come back. The Harry in his dreams always smiled and stood up, and the two would walk together to their next class.

Dreams are more painful than reality

They give you a sense of peace

But rip it away with cruelty

Two weeks later, the shock had settled, and most people were now just sad. But for Draco, nothing had changed. At the moment he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He had not slept in days, he was afraid to see those dull green eyes. Why didn't I say yes? Why did I say what I said? Draco thought, tears filling his eyes. His heart would not stop hurting, and he felt numb to anything but shame, pain, and sadness. I don't want to live anymore he realized.

Knife on the counter

Pills on the kitchen table

Taunting me

He didn't want to live with the guilt, but most importantly, he wanted to be with Harry. Suddenly he sat up, "That's it! I will join him!" he whispered eagerly.

I don't want to be alone

you didn't want to be alive

lets compromise

Draco picked up his wand and pointed it at his wrist, he hesitated, but the thought of living like the way he was for the rest of his life, filled him with strength.

"Infindo"

Blood spurted from his wound. He gasped, he had never felt such pain before.

Pain, blood dripping down

Knife falling out of my hands

Nightmare doesn't end

Draco started to feel dizzy, and his arm kept hurting. He tried to stand up but fell to the ground. He cried out as his bleeding arm hit the floor. "Harry" he moaned. Tears ran down his face. I thought it would be quick, why is it taking so long? He thought desperately.

The pain you feel

Is more than just the wound

It's the pain of your soul being broken

His eye sight started to become fuzzy, and he started to feel like he was floating. As he bled out, he thought he saw something, something with green eyes and black hair, he reach out towards it desperately.

His last coherent thought before his heart stopped: Harry.

I killed myself to be with you

The angel with the bright green eyes

I ended my life to be with you

Now please, lets go and fly


What did you think? I thought it was rather depressing. :(

The spell "infindo" is mine. It is latin for 'cut'

I would like to thank JK Rowling for creating Harry Potter, I can never thank her enough. :D

P.S. If you have any questions on the story, send me a message. ^_^

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