Disclaimer: Before I say anything, I wish JKRowling all the luck she could get. I hope you win, or whatever is the appropiate word for this! Anyhow, JKRowling owns Harry Potter. Not the person! :O The series ... Durrr.
A/N: I don't think I've ever wrote something like this before. Only writing. Hmm... This is Draco/Harry. Hope you enjoy! Written in Harry's Point-Of-View.
No.
The word that could be positive, make you happy.
But it could also be a negative word. Harsh, cold.
The only time I wanted a 'yes' was the time he said 'no'.
The only thing I truly want in life.
But, alas, no luck.
His friends are laughing at me, humiliating me.
And mine are sympathetic, saying I'll move on.
But I can't.
Ever since I first saw him, I knew he was special to me.
And that no-one would replace him.
I tried. I truly did try.
But they all lacked the quality he comes with.
It seems, we're not right together.
Opposites. Chalk and Cheese. Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Everything is opposite for us.
But they say opposites attract.
Apparantly not here.
I'm depressed. Humiliated. There's no way out of this mess.
Except...
Would he care? No.
My friends would. But they understand.
Tonight. When everyone's gone to dinner.
Astronomy Tower. I can picture it now.
Swaying on the edge of the cold stone tower.
Like diving off a board into a refreshing swimming pool.
Well, this will certainly be refreshing.
I'll see my parents. And Sirius.
This world is better off without me.
I've caused too many deaths by living.
I've made my mind up now. For definate.
I'll write my friends letters. And him.
He'll probably burn it. At least I'd've tried.
Ron's letter first. I'll send off for tickets to the Chudley Cannon match in the holidays.
As for Hermione, books. A big pile of old books I found in the back of the Black vault.
As for my Dragon... my wand. He'll burn it. But I'll know I sent my wand to my love.
At least then, if I chicken out halfway through falling,
I've got no chance of rescuing myself.
I'll sort it all out now.
I'm standing at the very edge of the tower.
Swaying slightly.
Like on the board at the edge of the refreshing swimming pool.
I can't wait 'til I'm in that refreshing place with my parents, and Sirius.
Goodbye to this world, hello to the afterlife.
To my friends, Au Revoir.
I've sent off my letters explaining what's happening.
They'll be recieving them now.
I can imagine their faces.
I... I'm starting to back out.
No, too late now.
Mum, Dad, and Sirius are waiting for me.
I feel like I can imagine an echo of shoes hitting steps from somewhere in the distance of the tower below me.
I wish it were my Dragon.
The sound's becoming louder in my mind.
Reminding me.
Just as I hear a creak behind me, I leap towards my death.
I fall down, my Gryffindor cloak billowing in the wind.
Gryffindor and Slytherin. Chalk and Cheese.
I love you, I whisper before blacking out from the impact.
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