I didn't know it would be like this.

That's what he would have wanted me to say. For his sake, for his sanity, he would have wanted me to believe in a different outcome. But I didn't.

I knew it would be like this.

I knew he would die.

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It all started with me getting back to the dorm late.

"Draco! Draco, where the bloody hell have you been? You know I worry." Blaise Zabini glared at me with obvious annoyance, pushing his auburn hair out of his face.

"Blaise, I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. I don't need you to know my every step," I stepped out of the doorway and around Blaise's body. "I mean, it's not like you really care."

Blaise's glare faded as he turned to look me in the face.

"Draco…" Blaise faltered, "You know I care…" Blaise stepped forward to close the gap between him and I

"Eh, Blaise…what the BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!"

"Draco, I thought you knew." He stepped back and looked at me with a curious expression.

"Knew what? That you'd try to molest me if I came back to the d-"

"No." I stopped shouting.

"Then what?"

"I THOUGHT YOU KNEW I KILLED POOPSIE!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

And then I stabbed him.

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Kidding

But seriously, it all started when Dumbledore decided to give us a little more experience. In what, we all speculated. More classes? More students? More…anything? No. Dumbledore decided to give us worldly experience, whatever the bloody fuck that means. Well, actually, I know what it means. It means that we have to go to bloody Muggle school. What. The. Bloody Fucking. Hell. I mean, I know the old codger is fairly senile, but what could we possibly have learned there? Nothing but our personal limits with Golden-Boy-Can't-Fucking-Ever-Die-Potter.

Even though it pains me, this is what happened.

Well.

It doesn't pain me that much.

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Ange: I feel bad about killing Poopsie…

Poopsie: What the hell? Why'd you kill me! What'd I do to you?

Draco: Yea, what did widdle Poopsie-kins ever do to you:brandishes wand:

Ange: Shit.

Draco: What now, bitch?

Ange: You know I can kill you off right?

Draco: … :puts wand away:

Ange: That's a good slave. Now go put on those leather pants.

Draco: Yes, Master

Ange: It's good to be the boss.

Poopsie: Fucking authoress and her damn computer.