The Worst (working title)
Warnings: Slash innuendos
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
A/N: This is something I found on my computer and it was half done. So I kind of finished it, but where I thought it should be originally ended I was left craving more. I am seriously considering continuing this one... I have an idea of how I would like for it to carry on but I want to know if it would be worth it. Also I am going through some of my other stuff and I am considering working on those as well... Hopefully you DH fans should be seeing some more of my work. Woo this turned into quite the rant.
Enjoy
The day it happened was a sunny day in spring. I woke to the sounds of birds singing, bright sunshine and crisp air that was still brisk from the winter frost. When I reached the Great Hall, I looked up to see a cerulean sky, lightly dusted with almost translucent white clouds. It started out the same as any other day; breakfast, morning classes, lunch, afternoon classes. But it was different, quieter... and he wasn't there.
I noticed it right away that he was missing, though I wouldn't fathom of telling my friends that. I could never tell them of what I thought was my unrequited love. I don't even know why I am telling you this, besides the fact that I have to tell someone. I have dwelled on it for too long, thinking of the "what-if"s far too much. My mind has twisted it, warping it into something I could have stopped. When in reality, there was nothing I could have done. I could have told how I felt about him, but never would I have been able to gain the courage to tell him, even if I was the brave Gryffindor, the heroic Boy-Who-Was-Lucky-To-Be-Alive.
I digress.
It was during lunch that I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I lost my appetite not five minutes before Snape strode into the Hall and told Dumbledore what student had found, his face pallor than normal. I feared the worst, and the worst was what I got.
Dumbledore rose, said the afternoon classes were cancelled and followed Snape back out through the silent Great Hall.
That was the longest afternoon of my life, quickly followed by the slowest night. I never wanted to leave the common room. I knew something was wrong, and I didn't want to go out and face it.
Hermione was the one who dragged me out, claiming I didn't eat enough lunch, so I must have dinner. She was always worried about my health. When we reached the Hall, it was somber. It radiated somber. Professor Dumbledore was standing up at his seat, solemnly, that cheerful twinkle in his eyes gone and in its place a sad glaze.
"I regret to inform you that a member of this school has left us forever. Draco Malfoy committed suicide sometime during the night. When we found him there was nothing we could do..."
Perhaps Dumbledore said more, but I am not sure. A dull ringing grew in my ears, and I felt horribly sick.
I excused myself and once I got out of sight of the great hall I ran. And kept on running.
Warnings: Slash innuendos
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
A/N: This is something I found on my computer and it was half done. So I kind of finished it, but where I thought it should be originally ended I was left craving more. I am seriously considering continuing this one... I have an idea of how I would like for it to carry on but I want to know if it would be worth it. Also I am going through some of my other stuff and I am considering working on those as well... Hopefully you DH fans should be seeing some more of my work. Woo this turned into quite the rant.
Enjoy
The day it happened was a sunny day in spring. I woke to the sounds of birds singing, bright sunshine and crisp air that was still brisk from the winter frost. When I reached the Great Hall, I looked up to see a cerulean sky, lightly dusted with almost translucent white clouds. It started out the same as any other day; breakfast, morning classes, lunch, afternoon classes. But it was different, quieter... and he wasn't there.
I noticed it right away that he was missing, though I wouldn't fathom of telling my friends that. I could never tell them of what I thought was my unrequited love. I don't even know why I am telling you this, besides the fact that I have to tell someone. I have dwelled on it for too long, thinking of the "what-if"s far too much. My mind has twisted it, warping it into something I could have stopped. When in reality, there was nothing I could have done. I could have told how I felt about him, but never would I have been able to gain the courage to tell him, even if I was the brave Gryffindor, the heroic Boy-Who-Was-Lucky-To-Be-Alive.
I digress.
It was during lunch that I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I lost my appetite not five minutes before Snape strode into the Hall and told Dumbledore what student had found, his face pallor than normal. I feared the worst, and the worst was what I got.
Dumbledore rose, said the afternoon classes were cancelled and followed Snape back out through the silent Great Hall.
That was the longest afternoon of my life, quickly followed by the slowest night. I never wanted to leave the common room. I knew something was wrong, and I didn't want to go out and face it.
Hermione was the one who dragged me out, claiming I didn't eat enough lunch, so I must have dinner. She was always worried about my health. When we reached the Hall, it was somber. It radiated somber. Professor Dumbledore was standing up at his seat, solemnly, that cheerful twinkle in his eyes gone and in its place a sad glaze.
"I regret to inform you that a member of this school has left us forever. Draco Malfoy committed suicide sometime during the night. When we found him there was nothing we could do..."
Perhaps Dumbledore said more, but I am not sure. A dull ringing grew in my ears, and I felt horribly sick.
I excused myself and once I got out of sight of the great hall I ran. And kept on running.