Chapter Two.
The Bridge.
(A/N again, sorry for any messed up crap that doesn't belong in here! Depressed Draco now! Hehe! I love depressed Draco, like in Half Blood Prince, I'm reading it for spell references, and it's a VERY good book! I gotta fit Moaning Myrtle in this story somewhere…..)
Draco smiled, not a smirk, or a sneer, he smiled. He was alone in his dorm, looking out his window. The forbidden forest in the distance. Another year of good times, and bad times. Draco remembered the year before. The dark mark, which was still on his arm. The Room of Requirement, all the nights he laid awake, too worried or stressed to sleep, he would toss and turn, his skin took on a gray hue, circles under his eyes.
What he remember the most though, was the pain, the unbearable pain, when he had escaped to they men's room one day after class to calm himself, Voldemort has said if he didn't kill Dumbeldore soon he would kill him! He cried in the bathroom, Moaning Myrtle trying to help him, he liked her she was soothing, and tended to guide lost souls like himself. But then Potter had to come in and scare the living daylights out of him!
They fought in the bathroom, throwing spells at each other! Draco was about to curse Harry, when he yelled 'Sectrum Semptra!' A terrible pain engulfed Draco, his chest, stomach and face bled uncontrollably! It was as if a million swords were slicing his flesh over and over and over again! He remembered just lying on the ground, his blood pouring from his wounds, tears falling him his face, making his face burn more.
Draco shook his head, he needed to forget about this, of course he would never forgive Potter for almost killing him. But he could be politer to him. Sighing Draco looked at himself in the mirror. His white blonde hair was more ruffled then usual, falling over his face a little, his silver eyes weren't dull anymore, they were bright. He had gained muscle his arms were stronger.
"If only father could see me now." He sneered. Lucius Malfoy was in Askaban for being inVoldemorts forces. Draco was found innocent, by saying and proving he was forced, they had let him go. Draco swore on that day he would never help or use his Death Eater abilities, only if he was in dire emergency he would use his Dementor abilities to escape. But until then, he had forgotten of those dark times. Draco smiled again, a sneer forming on him. His father was getting what he deserved.
"He didn't even love me." Draco sighed, his mother loved him, but his father was ashamed of him, ever since birth, in fact, Draco couldn't remember a time when his father had hugged him willingly, said he loved him, or even said he was proud! He slumped onto his bed he was so familiar with. It was soft, and it made Draco relax a bit. He flicked his silvery blonde hair out of his eyes. Draco began to think.
Maybe I should say hi to Crab and Goyel? He shook his head.
No….they don't even like me anyway.
Pansy maybe?
Nah, to obsessive.
Draco laid down, he looked out the window, night was falling. He could hear the distant voices of friends laughing. He sighed.
I have no friends. Not even Harry Potter himself would consider to say 'hi!' or try to be my friend again like he did in year one. Draco closed his eyes. Hoping to sleep to forget about his useless and shameful life he was forced to call his own.
"Maybe you should turn off the lamp first Malfoy?" Draco opened his, Malfoy, nobody called him by his first name.
"Hello Potter." He muttered.
"Nice to see you too." Harry leaned against the wall.
"What are you doing here? Come to rub it in my face that my father is in prison?" Draco sat up, coldness settling in his eyes once more.
"Actually, Ron, Hermonie, Neville and I though you, Luna, Blaise, and that new girl would like to join us in the Griffendore Common Room? Hermonie forced Ron, Neville and I to invite you…" Harry explained. Draco blinked.
"What for?" He asked.
"Wiazrd chess, some drinks, just hanging out and catching up before the rush of homework, essay's, and classes start again. The war is over Malfoy, we don't have to be enemies anymore, we can forget about all of that." Harry motioned for him to come. Draco got up and walked past Potter.
" I haven't forgiven you." He growled. Harry looked confused.
"For what?" Draco pointed at his shirt, his chest had white scars all over it from that curse Harry had inflicted upon him.
"OH! That! I said I was sorry! I didn't know what it did!" Harry said. Draco just rolled his eyes, and kept on walking. Blaise came running up with Astoria behind him.
"Sorry Astoria, isn't it? Sorry did we wake you up?" Harry apologized.
"Nah! I was reading!" She smiled.
"Wizard Chess sounds fun actually!"
Draco noticed pain in her eyes. Why? She glanced at Draco for a split second. Then looked back at Harry. Draco never really took a looker at her features. She had Jet Black hair, which shined in the moonlight coming in the windows. She had Emerald eyes, like Harry, but her's were brighter, and shone in darkness, reflecting more emotions then he could identify. She was pale too, almost like a ghost.
" You coming Malfoy?" Blaise called.
"Oh! Yeah." Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and walked to the common room. Hermonie was passing out drinks, while Ron set up for Wizard Chess.
"Ready to lose Potter?" he laughed. Harry just sat down.
"In your dreams Weasly!" He chuckled. Draco stood by the door, leaning against the door. He glanced at Hermonie, Blaise, and Astoria, who were stitting by the fire place. Astoria's black hair was glowing in the light of the fire. Draco didn't notice that Hermonie had gotten up.
"Malfoy?" It made him jump.
"Sorry, were you deep in thought?" Hermonie guessed.
"Yeah." Draco replied.
"Would you like a drink? Fire whiskey." Draco nodded and thanked her for the drink. He took a sip and continued tho think. Nevielle and Luna were talking and laughing on the couch.
I don't fit in here. He thought. Malfoy decided he needed some air. He finished his drink and saw Ron fall over into the chair groaning as Harry won the Wizard Chess Match.
"Bloody hell Harry!" He laughed. Draco quickly disappeared to the courtyard, careful in the halls not to attract any teachers or staff that might have been lurking about. He stared at the rubble that still needed to be repaired from the battle that had occurred the year before. He walked to the bridge, it still needed some repair, but half of it was still gone, or at least, half the railing was still gone. The peered over the edged, the Canyon that spread out beneath him, the trees growing down the sides, the rocky ground, and a river hidden In the green growth. No railing was there to stop him, he could jump off if he wanted, he could escape all of this! He could get rid of this shame burning inside of him once and for all! But instead of jumping into death Draco Malfoy just stood there looking out into the oblivion.
"I hate my life." He thought out loud. He hadn't realized he had been followed.
"Why is that?" Draco's breath caught in his thrat, he turned his head to see Astoria Greengrass, looking oddly at him.
"Just because." He replied, no emotion at all escaping him. Astoria stepped closer.
Be afraid and leave me alone for Merlin's sake! He thought over and over again. He didn't need comfort, he didn't want it! He just wanted to be left alone! He was use to a life without friends. But Astoria kept on walking towards him until she was right next to him.
Why, why is she not afraid or intimidated by me! Draco wondered.
Draco looked different, the usual smirk on his face was gone.
"Well, you have to have a reason to hate your life." Astoria was worried, what if he jumped off?
"You'd hate me even more if I told you." Draco turned his head away. The moonlight made his hair ghostly white.
"I never said I hated you Malfoy. I'll tell you my secret, if you tell me yours." Astoria said.. Draco faced her, he sat down, his legs hanging over the edge of the bridge. Astoria sat down next to him, swinging her legs back and forth.
"I was forced to work for Voldemort." Was all Draco said at first. A hint of sorrow in his usually cold voice. Astoria was completely shocked on the inside, but her poker face just showed worry.
"Go on." She gestured.
"I can't." Draco sighed.
"Yes you can. Now keep going, you've pulled me into this secret of yours, I'll bug you 'til you tell me!" Astoria smirked.
"Now you show your Slytherin side." Malfoy grumbled.
"Fine. He wanted me to kill Dumbledore. I was proud at first to do the job, but in the end. I found out Voldemort wanted me to die trying. When the time came for me to take his life, I couldn't, my hand was shaking so badly I couldn't aim correctly! Dumbledore was right. I'm not a killer. But ever since day one here at Hogwarts, people are either intimidated by me, or they hate me. I'm a horrible person, and I always have been. I hate myself." Draco bowed his head, almost in defeat it looked like.
"You hate me now too, so just go back and hang out with Blaise." Draco started to get up and leave. Astoria thought about everything she had just heard. She jumped up and grabbed Draco's shoulder, and she noticed the slightest flinch when she touched him.
"I don't hate you." She said. Draco turned around, his silver eyes staring into her emerald ones, pain filled his.
Wow. This is tearing him apart! No wonder he thinks everybody hates him! Astoria hated feeling bad for him. Draco shrugged her hand off and started to leave again.
"My parents were murdered." Astoria said, her head held high, waiting for Malfoy to turn back around, and he did, he stopped deah, and turn his head.
"By Voldemort?"
"No, by a gang, they mugged them were we were walking through London one day. My mother told me to run, So I ran to an Alley where I apparated to our house. Our house elf, Merky, said I needed to pack for Hogwarts. And I ended up here." Astoria blinked tears back from the memory of her parents death.
Draco walked forward until he was right in front of her.
"Why are telling me this?" He asked, suspicion in his eyes.
"Because I trust that you wont tell anybody." Draco nodded and looked up at the sky. Astoria felt like he needed a true friend, somebody to confide in. She knew his secret, and he knew hers. Astoria felt like she needed to trust him. It was like a voice was telling her to be his friend. And she listened to that tiny voice.
"Don't kill yourself okay?" Astoria smiled sadly.
"I won't. It wouldn't solve anything anyway." Draco sighed.
Before Astoria knew what she was doing she hugged Draco. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his skin felt cold.
"You can trust me." She murmured. Then she walked back inside. Leaving a very confused Draco Malfoy standing on the bridge.
AND THE FLUFFINESS BEGINS! Kind of. Im trying not to get the lovey dovey stuff started straight away! SOOOO! Im trying to keep it at a minimum.
Tell me what you guys think! I love Reviews and comments! I give them hugs!This chapter was actually written to the song
Second Chance by Shinedown. IDK why! The whole bridge scene came into my mind while listening to this…..
Soooo….yeah.
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