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WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS
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This fic was originally written at the beginning of last year, and inspired by the picture above. I've just gotten around to typing it up... heh...
This is set the summer before The Half Blood Prince, soon before Draco gets the mission to kill Dumbledore.

Please review, so I can know if I should continue writing or not. What do you think of my writing style?

***********DRACO***********

It was a dark and stormy night. I know that sounds cliche, but it was. I was sitting alone in my room, my parents were away on business. I sat on my bed, with the radio turned on, but I wasn't really listening. Instead, I was thinking about a moment, 2 1/2 years before, when I had fallen in love. Not that I would tell anyone, especially not her. She would probably, no, never, return my feelings, so I pretty much gave up. But she was always there, like an ember that couldn't die, in the back of my mind. I let Pansy dote on me, let girls whisper about me, because of one thing. I simply didn't care any more.
I sat there morosely painting my fingernails black with the tip of my wand, when I heard a voice on the radio behind me say, "It's midnight folks, and you know what that means!" There was a lot of loud, fake screaming in the background, and then the announcer said, "If you said that it's the Witching Hour, with Celestina Warbeck, then you were right! And now it's time for, 'You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me'!"
I went back to painting my nails, uninterested, until the song ended, and I heard the radio say, "And now it's time for us to take a call from a Hogwarts witch!"
I heard a ringing noise, and prayed that it was her, finally her, after I had listened to this junk every night for over two years.
"Hello?" said the announcer.
"Hi! I'm so glad you chose to talk to me, I've been calling in almost every night for a year now." I could not mistake that voice. It was her, finally her. I wondered what she would say, and who she would say it to.
"And what's your name dear?" asked the announcer.
The voice came again. How I loved that voice. "Er... Veronica."
Her name was not Veronica.
"Well Veronica," came the announcer's voice again. I wished he would stop talking so that her beautiful voice could continue to fill my room with music, even if - though - she hadn't called about him. "If your special someone was out there, listening right now, what would you tell them?"
"I just wanted to tell him that one day, I'll show you what a 'dirty little mudblood' I can be!"
Was it really possible? Could she really be talking to me? I sat there thinking, and was so absorbed that I missed the announcer hanging up and the start of the second song, A Cauldron Full of Hot Strong Love. (Not that I cared) I reached over, turned off the radio and the light, and lay back on my dark green bedspread to go to sleep.