SAMALANDER'S BOOK OF NOTHING AND EVERYTHING PRESENTS:
Shh! A Slightly More Serious Sequel.
Author's note thingie: I own everything. Bwa ha ha. You own nothing. Bwa ha ha.
Actual author's note thingie: Kiyoshi, Nuncio, Wolf, "William", "Kenneth", and Kai all belong to me. Bwa ha ha.
Chapter One: Somehow, Someday
It was October, and Draco was at home in his room, staring out the window at the pouring rain. A bottle of pills and a glass of water sat on a tray on his night stand; for him, he knew. He would not take them. How, when none of the other medications had worked, could these be so special? Draco knew, knew that taking a pill with a fancy-sounding name would not bring Kiyoshi back to him.
The rain was soothing, somehow.
It had been December, he decided, when Kiyoshi had left. November when he'd arrived. The boy had only stayed two weeks; now, almost a year later, Draco could still feel Kiyoshi's breath on his cheek. He could still see the reflection of their love in his eyes. He felt as if there were a yawning, aching hole inside of him, one that only Kiyoshi could fill.
When he'd found that he was unable to describe how he felt, shortly after Kiyoshi had left with his Guardian, Draco had ceased to talk altogether. He found the sound of his own voice grating, too loud, too ugly a sound for him to want to think that it came from him. He began to understand why Kiyoshi had never said a word during his stay at Hogwarts; and when he did need to speak, he did it with Draco's voice.
I want to be as powerful as Kiyoshi was, Draco thought, pressing his hand, hot with fever, against the chilled glass. His fingers left a steamy imprint. I want to be worthy of him. Maybe—maybe then he'll come back to me. A lump formed in his throat, and he coughed.
Immediately, his door opened and his mother rushed in, hope shining in her eyes. "Draco?"
Draco turned to look at her, silent. His mother's eyes flicked to the bottle of pills and the untouched glass of water. Her face fell. "Draco," She pleaded, moving to his side and wrapping him in her arms, "Please, why are you doing this? If you miss much more school, I'm afraid they might not let you back in. Can't you say something? Can't you talk to the psychiatrist about what happened to you—whatever it was?"
Draco pushed her away and returned to the window. His mother stood behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. "They said if the pills don't work, then they're going to try shocks," His mother said softly. "They said that it's worked on—on other boys with your same problem. Then you can go back to school, back to your friends."
Kiyoshi was my only friend, Draco thought bitterly. He concentrated on the rain pattering against the window. Mother doesn't understand. She wouldn't. No one understood.
"Tomorrow, you have another appointment at the hospital."
No one but him.
(Important Author's update thingie:
In response to a request from a very persistent Harry Potter fan, I will be working on an alternate ending for Shh! A Harry Potter Fic. The events in this fic will proceed as if this (yet unwritten) ending had taken place. Sigh…)