Draco was lying on his bed...feeling depressed...really depressed.
He made a long incision...it felt so good...pain...painful pleasure. He watched the crimson blood flow out of his wrists in tiny drops, like tiny rubies. He remembered...the painful memory...the memory that made him quiver...of his father...when he killed his mother...that was what made him want to... go...
He turned the radio on, and listened to the song, as he felt his energy drain, slowly, feeling the blood on his robes, dripping slightly. He closed his eyes...
Sing a sad song,
In a lonely place,
Try to put a word in for me,
It's been so long,
Since I found this place,
You better put in two or three,
We as people are just walking round,
Our heads are firmly fixed to the ground,
What we don't see,
Well it can't be real,
What we don't touch, we cannot feel.
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Don't throw it all away
Throwing it all away
All away, at the end of the day.
Draco didn't live to hear the end of the song, but died with a smile on his face.
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The song was 'Sad Song' by Oasis...I kinda missed out 3 versed...and altered the last few words, to make it suit more. Please, no flames, I do try, anyway this is my 1st Potter fic, you can check too.