This is the second part of my story It's longer, I think... *starts mumbling to self* This is from Draco's POV, he's a bit out of character, more depressed and kind of a dreamer, don't hate me if it's corny, I'm still building, the last chapter/chapters should be the best, in my opinion. Yes the plot has been built, I just have failed to transfer it to the page, then to the screen. Also, the beginning of this is kinda hard to understand, keep reading you'll get it, promise. Well, sorry this took awhile to write, I've been working on a couple of Savage Garden fics, so I have an excuse. Not a good one, but it's an excuse.
K' yah want me to get on with the story now?
Tough, here it is.
Wishes Are For Dreamers
Standing here, looking out over the ocean, I think of a true love once gained, and once lost.
I don't know why this happened, I wasn't even there. Fuck this. Fuck life.
Maybe I should back up. I arrived here 3 days ago, America. I'm sorry Hermione, I lied to you, couldn't risk you trying to find me could I? Doesn't matter now. I couldn't even make the funeral. I got an owl yesterday, from Narcissa, she knew how much I loved Hermione, if Lucius found out, well, it wouldn't have been pretty. In her letter, she said in unemotional, uncaring words that Herm had been executed the day before.
I tried to kill myself that night, no luck, I don't have the guts. I've stayed here, in my condo ever since, looking out the ocean.
The first stars are popping up, looking south, Scorpio should be high soon. Perfectly clear. I've always loved astronomy, the planets are gorgeous, and so far away. Antares, first star out, make a wish. I fall asleep.
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every city
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every hood
I wish, I wish, I wish
And every block
I wish, I wish, I wish
Good Ole' America
Just rolling through the hood
Just stopped by to say "whatsup"
Come to let you know
That your baby boy ain't doing so though
Even though you passed going on four long years
Still waking up late at night crying tears
Just think about those days
You used to talk to me
Smiling while I'm sipping on this Hennesy
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
*dream*
A graveyard. Tombstones everywhere, tall, short, long, wide, all different colors. He stopped beside one, I saw the letters HERM the rest was hidden behind a bush, dropping to my knees I frantically tried to pull the bush out. "Shit!!" I yelled as I pulled my hand away. It came away bloody and torn, a single black rose was all that fell as a result of my efforts. But it was enough to show me part of the last name, GER. My heart fell. Buried 6 feet under me, yet her soul was so far away. I laid down in the dirt and fall leaves and cried.
Silver hair tossed, Steel gray eyes fluttered open.
The dark room surrounds me, and soon I am lulled into a deep sleep by the crashing waves.
~~~~~~~~~~~~the next day~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today is passing much like any other day. My boss says I'm not myself, that I seem depressed, maybe it's true, I never talk to anyone, he keeps telling me to take the day off, I don't know why I'm working there in the first place, maybe just to keep my mind off of her. I stare half-heartdly (sp??) at the newspapers, both the local muggle news and the Daily Prophet. Flipping through the Prophet, my eyes fell on a letter that had landed on the table. It was just an ordinary letter, delivered by an apparently non-existent owl. "I really must be slipping." I said to no one. Upon opening the letter, an article from the prophet fell out. It was older, maybe four days ago. I read it, apparently from the obituaries. "Hermione Granger, must be from Narcissa." I muttered. Skimming it, I found the reason for her execution.
Hermione Granger: Executed for treason against
her people. Upon questioning, Ms. Granger, who
has been know to be associated with the known
criminal Draco Malfoy , refused to give information
of his whereabouts, and repeatedly defended him
and his actions against the Minister Of Magic. She
was executed by the unforgivable curse at sundown
of the 8th.
Article by Rita Skeeter
I moaned. "How could I have let this happen? I should've taken her with me, something, anything but this." I let the article fall from my hand, it landed face-down on the carpeted floor under the table. I looked down at it, there, in minuscule, neat handwriting (which I later recognized as Narcissus) it said one word "Voldemort"
My head raised and my gaze fell upon the ocean, I knew my duty now.
Revenge would be made. It was darkening, the first star shown in the sky, Antares. Looking at it, I made a wish. Then I dropped my head and closed my eyes, for I had realized, something I should've known all along, and I whispered it to the sea.
"Wishes Are For Dreamers."
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the part of the song, that's R.Kelly's "I Wish". And the plot that's copyrighted be me. All of it. Not like anyone's gonna want to steal a crappy plot like this, but just in case. Please R&R Luv Ya Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. If I don't get enough reviews, I'm not finishing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm serious!!!!!!!!!!! You'll never find out what happens to Draco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bearing this in mind, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
please.
K' yah want me to get on with the story now?
Tough, here it is.
Wishes Are For Dreamers
Standing here, looking out over the ocean, I think of a true love once gained, and once lost.
I don't know why this happened, I wasn't even there. Fuck this. Fuck life.
Maybe I should back up. I arrived here 3 days ago, America. I'm sorry Hermione, I lied to you, couldn't risk you trying to find me could I? Doesn't matter now. I couldn't even make the funeral. I got an owl yesterday, from Narcissa, she knew how much I loved Hermione, if Lucius found out, well, it wouldn't have been pretty. In her letter, she said in unemotional, uncaring words that Herm had been executed the day before.
I tried to kill myself that night, no luck, I don't have the guts. I've stayed here, in my condo ever since, looking out the ocean.
The first stars are popping up, looking south, Scorpio should be high soon. Perfectly clear. I've always loved astronomy, the planets are gorgeous, and so far away. Antares, first star out, make a wish. I fall asleep.
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every city
I wish, I wish, I wish
To every hood
I wish, I wish, I wish
And every block
I wish, I wish, I wish
Good Ole' America
Just rolling through the hood
Just stopped by to say "whatsup"
Come to let you know
That your baby boy ain't doing so though
Even though you passed going on four long years
Still waking up late at night crying tears
Just think about those days
You used to talk to me
Smiling while I'm sipping on this Hennesy
And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
To get up out this hood was like a fantasy
*dream*
A graveyard. Tombstones everywhere, tall, short, long, wide, all different colors. He stopped beside one, I saw the letters HERM the rest was hidden behind a bush, dropping to my knees I frantically tried to pull the bush out. "Shit!!" I yelled as I pulled my hand away. It came away bloody and torn, a single black rose was all that fell as a result of my efforts. But it was enough to show me part of the last name, GER. My heart fell. Buried 6 feet under me, yet her soul was so far away. I laid down in the dirt and fall leaves and cried.
Silver hair tossed, Steel gray eyes fluttered open.
The dark room surrounds me, and soon I am lulled into a deep sleep by the crashing waves.
~~~~~~~~~~~~the next day~~~~~~~~~~~~
Today is passing much like any other day. My boss says I'm not myself, that I seem depressed, maybe it's true, I never talk to anyone, he keeps telling me to take the day off, I don't know why I'm working there in the first place, maybe just to keep my mind off of her. I stare half-heartdly (sp??) at the newspapers, both the local muggle news and the Daily Prophet. Flipping through the Prophet, my eyes fell on a letter that had landed on the table. It was just an ordinary letter, delivered by an apparently non-existent owl. "I really must be slipping." I said to no one. Upon opening the letter, an article from the prophet fell out. It was older, maybe four days ago. I read it, apparently from the obituaries. "Hermione Granger, must be from Narcissa." I muttered. Skimming it, I found the reason for her execution.
Hermione Granger: Executed for treason against
her people. Upon questioning, Ms. Granger, who
has been know to be associated with the known
criminal Draco Malfoy , refused to give information
of his whereabouts, and repeatedly defended him
and his actions against the Minister Of Magic. She
was executed by the unforgivable curse at sundown
of the 8th.
Article by Rita Skeeter
I moaned. "How could I have let this happen? I should've taken her with me, something, anything but this." I let the article fall from my hand, it landed face-down on the carpeted floor under the table. I looked down at it, there, in minuscule, neat handwriting (which I later recognized as Narcissus) it said one word "Voldemort"
My head raised and my gaze fell upon the ocean, I knew my duty now.
Revenge would be made. It was darkening, the first star shown in the sky, Antares. Looking at it, I made a wish. Then I dropped my head and closed my eyes, for I had realized, something I should've known all along, and I whispered it to the sea.
"Wishes Are For Dreamers."
Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the part of the song, that's R.Kelly's "I Wish". And the plot that's copyrighted be me. All of it. Not like anyone's gonna want to steal a crappy plot like this, but just in case. Please R&R Luv Ya Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. If I don't get enough reviews, I'm not finishing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm serious!!!!!!!!!!! You'll never find out what happens to Draco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bearing this in mind, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
please.
