Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. (ß-Is in mad awe and love with FA.com's disclaimers. XD)
Dedications: To all my buds at the Soulful Memories Oekaki Board, (http://w3.oekakies.com/p/memories/p.cgi), and for those at the Snitch! Oekaki Board (http://www.henkei.com/begoggled/matt/snitch/picture.cgi) for actually thinking my stuff is…good. XD And to my friend Bang and GLAY! XD (For a picture of me: http://aita4.tripod.com/main.html XD)
Author Notes: I am really surprised. I mean all this time, I have been trying to find the RIGHT way of writing the second chapter, if there was going to be one at all. And there IS! XD
The first plan for the second chapter ended up cheesy. I am SORRY if you have been waiting for the next installment! --;; I really wanted to make this a series, but me, I get ideas, and then it ends up stupid anyhow.
So, I was re-reading this on my comp, and I got this thing ticking in my head!! XD Yes, it is a school-night, a Thursday, and I have two projects due (one next Thurs. (the 28) and one due next Tues. (easy!! XD) and a paper due on wed.)…
But I haven't had a hassle lately. Slowly, but surely, my writing is coming back to me!! XD Thank you Draco-Muse!! ^0^
I thank you!! (Happy cheers for my Draco and Daisuke/Davis Motomiya-muses!! (DM-muse (from Digimon 02) is coz he helped spawned this fic for my DM-(they have the same INITIALS!! XD)-muse. ^.-)
For those who guessed that it was Draco and Ron, you get 10 house points, and a texas-size chocolate-chip/whatever type COOKIE!! XD
Enjoy this short installment!! Ron's POV will be shown in the next chapter if we are LUCKY enough!
Fragile
Chapter Two
He stood there tall and prim, for a moment, feeling sympathy at me as I've never seen him before. Slate-blue eyes twinkling towards me, as though knowing something I don't. It was reminiscent to the one similar in Dumbledore's eyes. But then when he stared at me again, I swore I blinked, because it seemed to have turned normal…
He seemed rather mature. He spoke no word to me, and if he was surprised; he wasn't showing it. He probably was never used to seeing me sit alone, with red eyes, and my hands in my face. He's never seen me in pure, vexed anxiety. It didn't matter now; my heart was thumping faster than before. Like a fire rekindling itself, and engulfing in the flames. I was drowning in the sea of life; of flesh and blood, scarlet red. But I was scorched, and I could not do anything otherwise.
He sat down across from me, and was sort of solemn. The sun was setting-or was starting to-and the different gradients of hues were highlighting his hair, toning it down. It gave defiance in his cheeks and eyes, and tanned than I've ever seen him. His build, a bit on the lanky side, was sort of a slender body-frame. He didn't entirely build out, but he filled somewhat. He has muscles, though I don't think it was shown clearly.
But his skin, though tanned, as still freckly, and a pale shade of peach. This innocence, his purity…it is still shining through him. But he's dying, and licking at his wounds. He's dying inside somehow, and only to touch him…to be able to grasp his hand into mine tightly, just to be able…To be able to hold him, and kiss him, and be with him forever…or just one moment. If only I could truly be his friend…
Prangs of envy ran through me, and felt the self-doubt flooding into me. I could never be with him…he doesn't want me, and wants to have nothing to do with me. I'm a nuisance in his life.
He is an angel that I can never touch; I am filled with undefined sin and filth, and would taint the white washed robes he wears, and would scar him. I would be the one that would bring him into condemnation; and I would be the one in blame…and I would be in my knees in blood, because then I would have killed two people in the process, and just not his alone.
It would feel worse than having no soul at all; like a dementor's kiss. It would feel much harder, and much greater at an altitude so high… Perhaps I shall never see the light again…
I didn't care who saw me. I don't care who need me. I want to go home, or somewhere, and die…I want to curl up, and rot in some place. I'm a piece of garbage, a piece; a pawn. A broken up pawn anyway. I would be of no worth to anyone with a heart, but I would be a possession to those greedy enough. I would be a possessive token of value, worth money; not love. I would never be something someone could care for. …All because I am not worthy enough…
Lying down on the seat, I shut my eyes and I cried to myself.
I didn't care if anyone sees, or ever hears.
…Because in reality, I do not exist at all…
End of Chapter Two
~A-Chan Yuy~
3/21/02 - 12:10 AM CST
