Title: One Sentence
Pairing: D/G (the best pairing ever! Well… besides Draco/Harry.^_^)
Warning: I wrote this when I was very depressed. It has kind of a sad ending. Well, that's if you don't read the second chapter. R/R please!
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Draco POV
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I look down from the roof of the building, watching as those colorful lights
shimmer in the distance. Its actually quite exquisite, I mean, for a muggle
city. This is my first time visiting one. Father would be bloody pissed if he
saw me now. I can't help but grin when I picture his eyes gleaming a fiery red,
then him lashing out in anger with a couple of blows to my head. I
unconsciously reach up to run icy, numb fingers over a scar near the end of my
jaw, the scar that I had received after our most recent...debate. Taking in a
deep breath, I shut my gray eyes, letting the nights breeze dishevel my hair,
and send shivers up my spine.
A year ago, if you would have came up to me and told me that I would be on a
muggle building, late at night, taking in the fresh air, I probably would have
called you mad, and have one of my thugs beat the thought outta you. Hmm, yes,
my thugs. Crabbe and Goyle. They weren't always the brightest of people.
Spending your whole life serving someone else? Ridiculous. I'd rather kill myself.
Thats why I'm here though, isn't it? Thats why I'm standing here, waiting for
the sun to come up. I was never here for the view...who am I to kid myself? I
just wanted to see what was so special about this place before I ended it all.
Before I ended my pain and suffering.
Its all her fault, ya know? If she hadn't come into my life I'd be right there
next to my father, the dark mark singed into my skin forever. I definitely
wouldn't be standing on the edge of this building, beckoning death to come and
take me. How could one person have such an influence on me? I am a Malfoy. The
name shouts respect to all those who hear it. How could a poor, pathetic
Weasley change that?
"I'm in love with you Draco."
Now I remember...her words. Those sweet, innocent words. I know she was lying
though. She just wanted to hurt me. Wasn't it enough that I let her be my
friend? That I would let her tell me stories of her happy family, and her
dreams? I even shared MY feelings with her! How DARE she say she loves me? How
dare she give me false hope? Why would she do this to me? Everyone knows she's
crazy over Potter. Its all she used to speak about when we first started
meeting. She just probably wanted to make him jealous. If she started something
with his enemy, that would definitely catch his attention, make him confess his
undying love for her. She just wanted to use me.
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know that isn't true. I have heard too
many of her words to know that she would never use me like that. I still felt
the need to hurt her though, as if her saying she loved me was like taking a
stab at my pride. I told her I didn't care about her, and that she was a stupid
git to ever think she had a chance with someone as good as me. I then told her
to never speak to me again, and turned my back to her. I remember listening as
she ran away crying, and just the thought that I caused those tears hurt like
no other. Then, realizing I had probably just drove her right into Potter's
arms, I became furious with myself. In a moment of anger, I stormed out of
Hogwarts, like the spoiled prat I am, and flew here on my broomstick. I was
slightly amused by the muggle's faces when I arrived. Most panicked, and began
screaming, while other's just stared, their jaws practically touching the
ground. It would have been more amusing if I wasn't so distracted.
After spending almost 4 hours here, I made the decision to end it all. The only
person I had to live for was Ginny. She is Potter's now, even if she doesn't
want to be. The thought of the two together makes me too angry to think, but he
will make her happy, in a way I could never. I would only get in the way...so I
stood myself on the edge of the building, the sunrise my cue to jump. I will
not stand in her way of happiness.
I hope she will be ok when I'm gone. Potter won't know that her favorite color
is black, that she likes chicken for dinner, or that she sucks her thumb in her
sleep. No, Potter will never know her like I do. None of this matters though,
none of it, because he will learn. He will learn about her, just like I have,
and realize how wonderful she is.
Its almost daylight.
As I watch the sun rise in the distance, a state of awe spreads throughout me.
I now understand. I understand everything she has been telling me, about a
sight alone that could bring your soul to peace. Thats when I realize that I
have felt this many times before. Every time I saw her, I felt this. Every time
I saw her smile, walk, move...it didn't matter what she was doing, I felt it.
In my soul, and most definitely my heart. I do love her!
As the sun spread its light across the city, I smile, now knowing how I feel
about her, and take the step off the building, never to feel that feeling
again.