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This drabble:

Class: Charms
c. You fail miserably, and manage to accidentally cast an Incendio charm, setting Professor Allie's hair on fire. She's mad, your classmates are mad, and you're disappointed. Your first day in class, the new kid, and you've already managed to mess up! Your Task: Write an angst fic. As long as it's angsty angst angst, anything goes. Stipulation: If choosing this option, PM Professor Allie for prompts so that you can clean up the mess you made! You will receive five prompts and must use three of them. (Prompts used: over, pain, crushed)
House: Slytherin
Wand:
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This drabble has also been entered in the Tour de Fiction Competition (song: 'Get Lucky,' Daft Punk, specifically the lines "We've come too far / To give up who we are"; word: pregnant; word: rain); the If You Dare Challenge (557. Dead Truth); the Song Fic Bootcamp (song: 'Get Lucy,' Daft Punk; 11. suicide); the Pairing Diversity Bootcamp (4. caramelised); Fanfiction, School of Fantasy and Imagination (Classical Music - write a fic without dialogue) and the 10 times 10 Challenge (Potion: Draught of the Living Death)

For Paula, because i just married her and she likes odd pairings


He wasn't supposed to be here, drowning his pain in alcohol and rain.

The plan had been simple. All or nothing, victory or death.

And yet, here he was, living a cursed, half-life.

Sometimes he wondered if the victors even remembered that so many of the people they had condemned as evil beasts were nothing more than children. Just like the Gryffindors had been taught to fight for Dumbledore, the Slytherins had learned Voldemort's words. They had never been given a chance by the so-called Light, reviled and hated as they were.

What reason did the Slytherins have to fight for a Light that didn't care what happened to them?


He wondered what they thought of him. Gregory Goyle, big bad Slytherin…had he already become part of a new generation of monsters children were warned about?

Then again, he had never been anything but Malfoy's puppet to them. He had never been a person, just a tool.

If only they knew the truth about him…It made him want to laugh, imagining their expressions if his story ever came out.

To them, he was just another dumb, blundering Slytherin who did nothing apart from what he was ordered to.

They had never known anything about him.


Vince and he – the two of them had been best friends since birth. If one of them had been a girl, their parents would have arranged for a marriage contract between them at the speed of thought.

Draco had been nothing to them, just another person they had to protect because their fathers told them to. Their loyalty had always been to each other first, and then the Dark Lord. Draco had never even figured.

It shouldn't have surprised them – falling in love with your best friend was practically expected. But they'd been raised with the knowledge that they would one day be married off to pureblood girls who they would get pregnant and raise another generation of pure witches and wizards with.

But in the end, it hadn't mattered. In their world, it was the other who came first, not society. Of course, they would have done what society expected them to, but they would never have given each other up for that. The only difference between them and most other pureblood men would be the fact that they carried on a relationship with a man outside their marriage instead of a woman.


In a way, they'd loved each other forever. But it had been the Yule Ball in their fourth year that had truly brought their feelings forward.

Draco had spent the months leading up to the Ball cribbing about the fact that his parents expected him to take Pansy Parkinson, easily the least attractive girl in Slytherin, to it. When he'd realised that Crabbe and Goyle weren't suffering like he was, he'd taken to annoying them about who they were going with.

It had become a point of pride for Draco, the fact that he at the very least had a date, while Vince and Greg didn't.

But the only thing that Greg had taken away from his conversations with Draco was the fact that Vince might find himself a date. He could find someone to go out with, and leave Greg behind.

The thought of being alone, without Vince…it had been enough to make him snap. His fear had given him the courage he needed to confront Vince with his feelings, and it had paid off.

They'd been together ever since.


When the Dark Lord had returned, he had been certain that they were going to reign victorious.

After all, there was absolutely no way a seventeen year old Gryffindor could defeat the Dark Lord, even if the Gryffindor in question was Potter.

And they'd been vindicated. Dumbledore was killed, Snape took over Hogwarts, and the Ministry had finally been freed of the muggle-loving morons that ran the place.

They'd finally had teachers who understood them, who let them shine.

Of course, Greg couldn't deny the fact that torturing blood-traitors didn't have its own appeal, but the fact that they were the one who ruled the school and not the fool Gryffindors was undoubtedly the best part of having Snape and the Carrows running Hogwarts.

It should have been simple. When Potter had dared to show his face at Hogwarts, all they had needed to do was kill him. Sure, the Dark Lord wanted to kill Potter himself, but he wouldn't have been upset at seeing the Gryffindor's dead body in front of him.

But then Weasel and the Mudblood had gotten involved, and the two of them had had to focus all their energy on getting rid of those two first. Draco hadn't exactly been any help, yelping about the fact that they weren't supposed to kill Potter.

And the Mudblood – that stupid Mudblood. She had just refused to right thing and let Vince rid the world of her existence.

No, she had to insist on remaining alive.

If it hadn't been for her – Greg could still remember the fire that Vince had had to unleash to get rid of those three. But that Mudblood –

She should have died!

Instead, she'd had the nerve to escape from the fire and leave Vince – Vince, who was so much better than she could ever dream of being – there to die.

And then she and her friends had decided to torture Greg.

They should have just let him die. They'd already crushed Greg's heart by making him watch the one person he loved burn to death, but then they'd decided to prolong his pain by saving him.

He'd join Vince soon. He knew that as well as he knew the fact that his name was Gregory Goyle.

But he had been a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor, and it took a lot of courage to be able to kill yourself.

Soon, very soon, he'd scrounge up that courage and take the leap that would end his misery. But until that happened, this was where he would be, drowning his grief and heartbreak in alcohol and rain.


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