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My Draco
He had begun to get paler this last year, which was bad, since his skin colour was
already the colour of fresh milk.
He had begun to get thinner this last year, which was bad, since he was already sickly
thin.
I had no idea what was happening to him, I don't think he even knew it was happening to
him.
I began to love him this last year...I loved him.
I loved him and he loved me.
I loved him more when we realised what was wrong with him.
My Draco was dying.
It was a curse, put on him a long time ago by some one who hated his father.
And he was going to die.
I cried for him every night, I cried with him every day, we cried together.
He knew he was going to die...so we cried together.
We consumated our love one week before today...
...today was the day he died.
He lay in my arms in his room at Malfoy Manor
He opened his eyes weakly and smiled.
"You were the boy who lived, and I love you" was the last thing he whispered to me before
his eyes shut forever.
I sat for an hour, sobbing and holding my Draco's limp body in my arms.
Some how, after pulling myself away from him, i made my way to the roof of the house.
I cried
My Draco was gone
I love him...and he was gone.
The tears ran freely, i let them
I was the boy who lived... but i would have given it all up for just one more day with
Draco.
I was the one who lived...and he was the one who didn't.
He was my Draco and he died in my arms.
My Love
My life
My Draco.
My Draco
He had begun to get paler this last year, which was bad, since his skin colour was
already the colour of fresh milk.
He had begun to get thinner this last year, which was bad, since he was already sickly
thin.
I had no idea what was happening to him, I don't think he even knew it was happening to
him.
I began to love him this last year...I loved him.
I loved him and he loved me.
I loved him more when we realised what was wrong with him.
My Draco was dying.
It was a curse, put on him a long time ago by some one who hated his father.
And he was going to die.
I cried for him every night, I cried with him every day, we cried together.
He knew he was going to die...so we cried together.
We consumated our love one week before today...
...today was the day he died.
He lay in my arms in his room at Malfoy Manor
He opened his eyes weakly and smiled.
"You were the boy who lived, and I love you" was the last thing he whispered to me before
his eyes shut forever.
I sat for an hour, sobbing and holding my Draco's limp body in my arms.
Some how, after pulling myself away from him, i made my way to the roof of the house.
I cried
My Draco was gone
I love him...and he was gone.
The tears ran freely, i let them
I was the boy who lived... but i would have given it all up for just one more day with
Draco.
I was the one who lived...and he was the one who didn't.
He was my Draco and he died in my arms.
My Love
My life
My Draco.