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AN: this story was inspired by my friend's poem about Draco.
What if everyone had evil in them
And I sent of good to disguise?
What if evil accepted the good,
Or the two melted in one?
What if good consumed all danger?
What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna
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AN: darkmoon-on-dragonwings: you are my no.1 reader. Thanks a lot for the support! Glad that you like it!
Meix: Iknow everything! I am I seer! *muhahaaa*
MoMalfoy: I know, I hate those cliché stories!
So, on with the chapter! I must say, that this chapter refers to self- mutilation. Also I have written how Hermione and Draco explain their actions. This is just an explanation to their wrist cutting. There are actually a lot of other aspects. But just too many of them to explain. Arrgh, am I making any sence? I am ill and a bit so messed up. So I'll just end this authors note. Anyway, this is just their story.
Chapter 7
As much as I would have liked to have stayed there forever I knew I couldn't. I had to let her go. But letting her go wasn't so painful. Now she was mine. Not all of her. You cannot own an angel. But she had given me a part of her soul. So had I. we shared something. We had a connection.
'So, what about the script?'
'Oh, that. I suppose we'll divide the roles on Monday. We can give them copies of the script. This will be difficult. Do you know that we have two kissing scenes? Not that I mind, but everyone else will.'
I momentarily stiffened. The others! Although their opinion isn't important they'll kill us. The Gryffindors will kill me and the Slytherins will murder her. This will be difficult. She is absolutely right. As always.
'Will we tell them?'
She looked confused.
'Tell them what?'
'About you and me. About us.'
Us. It was so weird. It was impossible. And impossible pairing. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. A lion and a snake. Fire and ice. Yet we existed. Us.
'Do we have to? If we do it we'll be dead by tomorrow night.'
'No. We don't have to tell them. This doesn't concern them. The don't have to know.'
I looked at the clock. It was dinnertime. People will have returned from Hogsmeade. We cannot be seen. We must go.
'I suppose someone will look for us if we don't show up. They'll probably think that I am torturing you or that you are dead already. The Gryffindors will want to kill me and the Slytherins will want to congratulate me.'
'Lets meet here tomorrow. Perhaps we can do some planning then,' she added with an evil grin. Oh, that grin looks good on her.
The remark made me laugh. So did she.
Actually I am not sure if she was laughing at the remark or if she was laughing at me. It didn't matter. She could laugh at me. She was so beautiful. She is even more beautiful when she laughs. I can't see how I didn't understand it before. How could I be so stupid?
She looked so peaceful. So happy. Almost as if she didn't have any problems. Almost. It is magical what a smile can do. Illusional. But in the end it is just a lie. It is not real.
I stood up. She looked at me disapprovingly.
'Do we have to go?'
She looked like a 5 year-old child.
I just smiled and puller her up. We walked through the corridor. We reached the great hall. Weirdly not running into anyone.
'Draco, why do you cut your wrists?'
I didn't need that question. But I knew that I had to answer. Not just to her. But to me.
'I suppose I have to prove that I live. I have become so numb with all the pain that I've had to tolerate that I've come to believe that my soul is dead. I've been looking in the mirror for so long that I've come to believe that my soul is on the other side. I just need to prove that my soul is still here. And I need to prove that I am alive. When I bleed I feel like I am alive. When I bleed I feel. That's why I never heal the cuts. The pain reminds me that I exist.'
Silence. I can see that she is processing my text. It is hard to understand. But I know that she will understand. Angles always understand. She understands.
'Why do you do it?'
She thinks for a while. It is not an easy question. And it really has no answers. Just a faint explanation.
'I suppose it is a necessity. If I wouldn't do that I would find another way to harm myself. Or others. I suppose that it is my greatest fear. Myself. I am afraid that I might explode. And that the monster in me will be free. And I will hunt others. I am my greatest fear. Because I know what I am capable of. I could hex them into oblivious. I wouldn't even have to use my wand. I could do severe damage with my bare hands. So I bleed, and I bleed. And some of that rage washes away. Blood washes all the pain away. For a while at least.'
I understand. You have to go through something like that to understand.
I hug her.
'You don't know how true your words are. Before our talk I didn't think that anyone would understand. But you truly are an angel. You are my angel.'
She blushed a bit and looked up. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
'I'll see you tomorrow.'
And she kissed me. I was like a breeze. A soft wind that blew away all the bad. All the pain in the world. And it left all the good. It only left us. The two of us and the good.
Suddenly someone opened the door. The feast had ended. I suddenly became aware of the thick silence around us. We pulled away from each other. I saw the whole school looking at us.
Shit. There goes the secrecy. How the hell are we going to explain this?
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AN: I know, I am evil. But I just had to cut it there. Please review.
What if everyone had evil in them
And I sent of good to disguise?
What if evil accepted the good,
Or the two melted in one?
What if good consumed all danger?
What if Draco Malfoy was an angel?
By Shanna
____________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________
AN: darkmoon-on-dragonwings: you are my no.1 reader. Thanks a lot for the support! Glad that you like it!
Meix: Iknow everything! I am I seer! *muhahaaa*
MoMalfoy: I know, I hate those cliché stories!
So, on with the chapter! I must say, that this chapter refers to self- mutilation. Also I have written how Hermione and Draco explain their actions. This is just an explanation to their wrist cutting. There are actually a lot of other aspects. But just too many of them to explain. Arrgh, am I making any sence? I am ill and a bit so messed up. So I'll just end this authors note. Anyway, this is just their story.
Chapter 7
As much as I would have liked to have stayed there forever I knew I couldn't. I had to let her go. But letting her go wasn't so painful. Now she was mine. Not all of her. You cannot own an angel. But she had given me a part of her soul. So had I. we shared something. We had a connection.
'So, what about the script?'
'Oh, that. I suppose we'll divide the roles on Monday. We can give them copies of the script. This will be difficult. Do you know that we have two kissing scenes? Not that I mind, but everyone else will.'
I momentarily stiffened. The others! Although their opinion isn't important they'll kill us. The Gryffindors will kill me and the Slytherins will murder her. This will be difficult. She is absolutely right. As always.
'Will we tell them?'
She looked confused.
'Tell them what?'
'About you and me. About us.'
Us. It was so weird. It was impossible. And impossible pairing. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. A lion and a snake. Fire and ice. Yet we existed. Us.
'Do we have to? If we do it we'll be dead by tomorrow night.'
'No. We don't have to tell them. This doesn't concern them. The don't have to know.'
I looked at the clock. It was dinnertime. People will have returned from Hogsmeade. We cannot be seen. We must go.
'I suppose someone will look for us if we don't show up. They'll probably think that I am torturing you or that you are dead already. The Gryffindors will want to kill me and the Slytherins will want to congratulate me.'
'Lets meet here tomorrow. Perhaps we can do some planning then,' she added with an evil grin. Oh, that grin looks good on her.
The remark made me laugh. So did she.
Actually I am not sure if she was laughing at the remark or if she was laughing at me. It didn't matter. She could laugh at me. She was so beautiful. She is even more beautiful when she laughs. I can't see how I didn't understand it before. How could I be so stupid?
She looked so peaceful. So happy. Almost as if she didn't have any problems. Almost. It is magical what a smile can do. Illusional. But in the end it is just a lie. It is not real.
I stood up. She looked at me disapprovingly.
'Do we have to go?'
She looked like a 5 year-old child.
I just smiled and puller her up. We walked through the corridor. We reached the great hall. Weirdly not running into anyone.
'Draco, why do you cut your wrists?'
I didn't need that question. But I knew that I had to answer. Not just to her. But to me.
'I suppose I have to prove that I live. I have become so numb with all the pain that I've had to tolerate that I've come to believe that my soul is dead. I've been looking in the mirror for so long that I've come to believe that my soul is on the other side. I just need to prove that my soul is still here. And I need to prove that I am alive. When I bleed I feel like I am alive. When I bleed I feel. That's why I never heal the cuts. The pain reminds me that I exist.'
Silence. I can see that she is processing my text. It is hard to understand. But I know that she will understand. Angles always understand. She understands.
'Why do you do it?'
She thinks for a while. It is not an easy question. And it really has no answers. Just a faint explanation.
'I suppose it is a necessity. If I wouldn't do that I would find another way to harm myself. Or others. I suppose that it is my greatest fear. Myself. I am afraid that I might explode. And that the monster in me will be free. And I will hunt others. I am my greatest fear. Because I know what I am capable of. I could hex them into oblivious. I wouldn't even have to use my wand. I could do severe damage with my bare hands. So I bleed, and I bleed. And some of that rage washes away. Blood washes all the pain away. For a while at least.'
I understand. You have to go through something like that to understand.
I hug her.
'You don't know how true your words are. Before our talk I didn't think that anyone would understand. But you truly are an angel. You are my angel.'
She blushed a bit and looked up. She wrapped her arms around my neck.
'I'll see you tomorrow.'
And she kissed me. I was like a breeze. A soft wind that blew away all the bad. All the pain in the world. And it left all the good. It only left us. The two of us and the good.
Suddenly someone opened the door. The feast had ended. I suddenly became aware of the thick silence around us. We pulled away from each other. I saw the whole school looking at us.
Shit. There goes the secrecy. How the hell are we going to explain this?
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AN: I know, I am evil. But I just had to cut it there. Please review.