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A Long Way Down
Draco Malfoy heaved a giant sigh as he dropped his trunk just inside the door of his mansion. His silver eyes were saddened, almost blue and there seemed to be permanent tearstains on his pale ivory cheeks. His pink mouth was turned down, looking as if he hadn't smiled in months, which he hadn't. His whole body radiated of exhaustion and weariness, mixed with depression. Five months ago, Draco had lost the only person he had ever, and would ever, love. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco had gone to look for his lover, but only succeeded in getting pneumonia, and having to stay in the hospital wing for a month. It didn't help his sickness that he was sobbing nonstop, and eventually Madame Pomfrey had to give him a sleeping potion every time he woke. Even in his sleep, though, he wept, softly, sometimes crying out.
Nobody every found Harry, to Draco's displeasure. The Aurors looked for weeks, first at Hogwarts, then in magic communities, and finally resorting to the muggle world. But to no avail. Eventually most people settled to believe he was either dead, or well hidden.
"Draco, how are you?" a gentle voice interrupted Draco's thoughts. Narcissa Malfoy stood in the doorway, holding her arms out to her son with a small smile. Lucius had been put into Azkaban, two years ago, and frankly, Draco hadn't been too upset over it. He and his father had never been close, though Lucius's abuse didn't help that fact. Draco slowly made his way into her arms loosely wrapping his arms around her waist, wishing she wasn't here. She smelled faintly of apples from her shampoo, and that reminded Draco of Harry, as Harry always had the distinct smell of apples, along with sweat, and his own special scent.
"I'm fine," he answered her question his voice emotionless. He gulped back a sob.
"Draco, sweetie, darling, Drakie, if you want to talk I am here, no matter what," Narcissa whispered. Draco was silent for a moment, struggling to hold back his tears, before racking sobs took over his body.
"Why did he leave me? Why mama?" Draco cried, using his childhood name for his mother. "I loved him. I did. I love him,"
"I don't know, Draco. Maybe he couldn't take the pain, fame, and pressure. He'll come back when he's ready," Narcissa replied.. Draco pulled away from his mother, his eyes wide as he shook his head.
"No! No! Liar!" Draco sobbed, pointing an accusing finger at his mother. "He's never coming back! He hates me!"
Draco fell to the ground, letting his sobs over come his body.
That was five years ago. Now Draco lived alone, away from civilization in his huge mansion. His mother had passed away a year ago. Of course there were the occasional servant running here or there but other then that he was alone.
Draco looked out the window to the dew drenched grass.
"Sir, two letters came for you," an elf named Fronky or Lizzy or something like that announced, scurrying to give Draco the letters.
"Thank you," Draco murmured, taking the letters. The owls had lessened when he stopped answering them. He didn't want to talk to anybody. All people ever tried to do was get Draco to come over, so they could tell him that they will always be there for him and so on. Draco just wanted to be alone.
One of the letters happened to be from Hermione, asking him over for dinner. Draco let the letter flutter to the ground, where an elf would pick it up later.
A party with all Harry's friends? Ha.
The other letter was from the Ministry, concerning a job offer in Switzerland.
Thinking of how it would help keep his mind off of.other things, Draco made a quick decision to accept the job.
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A Long Way Down
Draco Malfoy heaved a giant sigh as he dropped his trunk just inside the door of his mansion. His silver eyes were saddened, almost blue and there seemed to be permanent tearstains on his pale ivory cheeks. His pink mouth was turned down, looking as if he hadn't smiled in months, which he hadn't. His whole body radiated of exhaustion and weariness, mixed with depression. Five months ago, Draco had lost the only person he had ever, and would ever, love. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco had gone to look for his lover, but only succeeded in getting pneumonia, and having to stay in the hospital wing for a month. It didn't help his sickness that he was sobbing nonstop, and eventually Madame Pomfrey had to give him a sleeping potion every time he woke. Even in his sleep, though, he wept, softly, sometimes crying out.
Nobody every found Harry, to Draco's displeasure. The Aurors looked for weeks, first at Hogwarts, then in magic communities, and finally resorting to the muggle world. But to no avail. Eventually most people settled to believe he was either dead, or well hidden.
"Draco, how are you?" a gentle voice interrupted Draco's thoughts. Narcissa Malfoy stood in the doorway, holding her arms out to her son with a small smile. Lucius had been put into Azkaban, two years ago, and frankly, Draco hadn't been too upset over it. He and his father had never been close, though Lucius's abuse didn't help that fact. Draco slowly made his way into her arms loosely wrapping his arms around her waist, wishing she wasn't here. She smelled faintly of apples from her shampoo, and that reminded Draco of Harry, as Harry always had the distinct smell of apples, along with sweat, and his own special scent.
"I'm fine," he answered her question his voice emotionless. He gulped back a sob.
"Draco, sweetie, darling, Drakie, if you want to talk I am here, no matter what," Narcissa whispered. Draco was silent for a moment, struggling to hold back his tears, before racking sobs took over his body.
"Why did he leave me? Why mama?" Draco cried, using his childhood name for his mother. "I loved him. I did. I love him,"
"I don't know, Draco. Maybe he couldn't take the pain, fame, and pressure. He'll come back when he's ready," Narcissa replied.. Draco pulled away from his mother, his eyes wide as he shook his head.
"No! No! Liar!" Draco sobbed, pointing an accusing finger at his mother. "He's never coming back! He hates me!"
Draco fell to the ground, letting his sobs over come his body.
That was five years ago. Now Draco lived alone, away from civilization in his huge mansion. His mother had passed away a year ago. Of course there were the occasional servant running here or there but other then that he was alone.
Draco looked out the window to the dew drenched grass.
"Sir, two letters came for you," an elf named Fronky or Lizzy or something like that announced, scurrying to give Draco the letters.
"Thank you," Draco murmured, taking the letters. The owls had lessened when he stopped answering them. He didn't want to talk to anybody. All people ever tried to do was get Draco to come over, so they could tell him that they will always be there for him and so on. Draco just wanted to be alone.
One of the letters happened to be from Hermione, asking him over for dinner. Draco let the letter flutter to the ground, where an elf would pick it up later.
A party with all Harry's friends? Ha.
The other letter was from the Ministry, concerning a job offer in Switzerland.
Thinking of how it would help keep his mind off of.other things, Draco made a quick decision to accept the job.
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