A/N~ Awww, poor Draco. I feel sorry writing this. It is really sad. This is in his POV.
I flew out of that room as fast as I could. McGonagall had just finished giving me the "have you told your father? You should go to a counselor for some help. Suicide isn't the answer, your life has a point to it." speech. Counselors can't help me. I told her that, why doesn't she listen.
I continued running as fast as I could towards my dormitory. I ran flipping around corners, I knocked down a few first years. Tears welled up in my eyes as I ran, she doesn't care about me, she just doesn't want me to die so she doesn't have to face my father. McGonagall is a wimp. A OLD UGLY FAT WIMPY BITCH!
By the time I reached my dormitory a few tears escaped from my eyes. I didn't want any one to see me like this, Good thing no one was there. No one has ever seen me like this I usually go to my secret place to cry. I spend all my time there, on weekends, after dinner, late at night. My pale hands reached in to my shirt for my cool chain hanging from my neck with the key on it. I didn't trust spells on doors, so I use both.
Now I dashed to the bathroom, no one here too, good. More tears Streamed down my face. I had finally let them go, I'd been holding them in way too long. I felt like crying when I got in that room, And then McGonagall had to go and keep me there. I slowed down in sped and walked slowly to the back stone wall which an oval mirror was placed in the middle. I took a deep look into that mirror. My hair was no longer sleeked back wards, and my eyes were red with wet tear marks running down my colorless cheeks. I took a deep breath and started to talk out loud to my self. "Draco, why have you become like this? Why must life be painful? why? why?" I said sighing at the end. My eyes made their way down to the sight of my wrist, then quickly back to the mirror.
I shook my head and Placed my hand on the mirror, then curled my fingers inward letting my pointed fingernails (which I filed like that) scraped the delicate shine out of the mirror. And then the wall opened up into a door, and the mirror's shine returned to normal. I put the key into the slot, turned it and walked in.
The room was kind of small with no windows. Inside was a chair, table, and a fire place. My Nimbus 2001 is in the back corner with a kit to fix it up. I quit quidditch after they cancelled it last year, what's the point of it if your not that good and don't practice. I stroked the broom as if I longed to fly through the air, free like a bird. On the chair was my Diary, The diary with all my secrets poured out in it since I first came to Hogwarts. but it wasn't that that I was eyeing it was the chestnut colored box on the table. I stretched out my arm and picked it up, while sweeping the diary of the chair so my ass could be placed on the chair. I took a Key out of my pocket, it wasn't the key to get into the room, it was my special magic key. the only one that worked on certain things. I put it in my hand I used to open the box, with a click the lock fell onto my lap.
Lifting the lid up I sighed, and before me the were sleek silver knives. I reached in and grabbed on of the medium sized ones. While gently running my finger down the blade I pondered whether or not I would try again. Lifting the knife next to my left wrist I still pondered, I placed the cool Knife on my skin, and took a deep breath and let it glide through the pale skin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I walked down to the great hall for breakfast. As I stepped in to the massive hall filled with Loud people shoving food into their mouths. I quietly walked towards the Slytherin table looking at my feet. I shoved my hands which I had put black leather gloves on to hide the incident from last night which wasn't affective. To bad I was still stuck on this horrible planet, having to live with the fact that they know. Now "MRS. I'M GONA HELP YOU" is going to tell my father and I'm just going to get hurt when I return home.
All people do when they try to help is make it worse. Unless they accidentally say or do something funny, than it makes the person happy but for only like on second. But then the power of hatred and evil over rides their brains leaving them to live in despair.
When I reached the table it felt like everyone was staring at me making rotten opinions about me. I've learned how to ignore this, mainly because they have already made those opinions. I also ignore it because people are to feed up about how they are and if anyone is making a comment about them. They become so involved that they have barley any time to even make a comment. I decided this one day while walking down a road in London.
Goyle began to pile a TON of food on to my plate. I stopped him right before it began to overflow. Why had life been so boring. Nothing was ever interesting or pleasant. The only time I can remember that was pleasant was when I was little, I was probably 4. My mother and father actually loved each other. We had gone on a cruise with my grandmother. The sun was shining and the waves were perfect. I remember dolphins swimming at the head of the boat. It was a wonderful day. I smiled at this as I picked at my food. Then stopped for that wasn't the whole day. I dropped my fork and began to remember it clearer than ever. I had ignored it, trying to forget it.
The cruise was supposed to last 7 days. The first day was wonderful. It ended up being one. In the night Voldemort got mad at my father for doing this. He came and rampaged the boat looking for my family. First he found me and took me hostage and told my father that he would either kill me or that I had to be loyal to him when I grew older. My father wanted to keep his heir so he decided i had no choice in life. I would be a death eater when I had grown. Then he dropped me on the ground breaking my arm and 2 ribs. I began to cry. Voldemort smirked and said to my father " Have you learned your lesson?"
My father shook his head in agreement.
"Well, I don't think you have. You need more punishment than making that sobbing boy help me. That doesn't affect you that much, but this will." Voldemort had said back. To busy and helpless I heard him walk the other direction and mutter a few words. Then there was green light and a loud boom as I heard some one hit the ground. I turned over and looked at a mangled heap of what looked like my grandma. Tears began to flow so a river came out my eyes. "Shut that boy of yours up Lucius." Then my father ran over and told me to shut up, because real men don't cry. And if I was going to be a man I would not cry. I tried to stop, but I couldn't the pain was unbearable and my grandmother was killed. He then shoved me down to the ground breaking 2 other ribs and my ankle. My father was never the same again.
The mail owls flew in from overhead. To my surprise an owl came down and delivered a box to me. This wasn't an owl I had known, it could be my father. He might have sacrificed his owl to eat or something cause of being afraid to leave the house. I opened the box and inside was a letter folded with the Gryfindor crest on it. I picked up the letter to find beneath that a silver chain bracelet and a dragon earring. The earring was very cool. It was a silver dragon in the shape of a loop, the eye of the dragon was an emerald. The deep green seemed to hypnotize me as I looked at it. I quickly opened the letter to see who it was from.
Dear Draco,
You hate yourself
It is funny how
you know how to hate.
But when love tries to unfold,
you push it back down.
You think there is no purpose,
you think there is no way
But what you think
might not be true in any way.
A bracelet can be
a memory of me
for every time
you cry.
A bracelet can be
a signal
that some one does care
every time.
A bracelet can be
the keeper of life,
your life indeed.
Every time you try,
to take it away
the memory of me,
the one who cares,
will stop you
from committing,
that crime.
Truly Yours,
Me
P.s.- The dragon is for you, it symbolizes your individual self.
I stared at the letter. Its perfectly cursive letters each scratched down enough so a thin layer of ink formed the letters. Some one does care, but who is it? It is a Gryfindor, that's kind of obvious. And a girl too, but who was it. It had to be someone in that stupid meeting yesterday, hmmmm, who was from Gryfindor. Let's see, there was Weasley and................................Granger. I grinned at this.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When everyone began to leave the great hall I stood up and walked in the direction of the Gryfindors. I quietly slipped behind Granger and when she was alone walking to potions, which is probably why she wasn't disturbed by my presence behind her. When Potter and the other Weasley broke off from her because they had to go to the bathroom I made my move and ran in front of her to stop her.
"Hello Hermione." I said smiling. She looked quite shocked that I called her that and that I was smiling.
"Hi Malfoy. Why are you stopping me?" she said.
I shoved the letter in to her face and said "Why, I was just wondering if this belonged to you?"
"Why would it concern you who the letter came from?" she said raising her eyebrow and placing her hands on her hips.
"Because, I need to know who is the one who really cares about me. And if its you then........." I stopped realizing I said too much. She couldn't know my secret. I darted off back the other way and hid in the bathroom which Potter was still in. I pushed Weasley down in the hall. Man it stunk in there. While tiptoeing in front of the stalls I pinched my nose as to not smell that awful stench coming form Potter. I had made it to the mirror and made my way in to my secret place once more. I kicked the open box of knives across the room and picked up my diary and read the first page. It was full of my biggest secret., the one that I first came to Hogwarts. I was always to afraid to say it. I skimmed down the page and one sentence popped in to my mind "...I wish I had more will power, for life would be simple." I skimmed further "...I never had the strength to tell her, I always came back with mean comments..." Everything was true on that page. I try to say it, but meanness creeps over me like a spell trapping me. It is all my fathers fault. I then flipped the pages to the next blank page. It was stained with blood on the bottom right hand corner from last night. I wrote all the events which happened today. I promised myself that I would tell Hermione Granger that I, Draco Malfoy, Love her.
A/N~ WHOOOSHHHHH, YAYAYAYAY. I'm done! at least with this chapter. soo much more to write. This is the first in a 4 story series.
From Where Has fate Brought Us?
-the story of dracio and hermione's relationship blosoming
first half of the 5th year
The Emerald Eye
rating-R
-the emerald eye the ministry is looking for it and its owner. As well as the other jewels of fate. Who has them, and what can happen. draco goes in to a coma like thing at the end leading up to next story.
basic idea for jewels
"Fate has set a course for life,
When the jewels fall in to the hands of the owners,
they can change this path,
even though the path might not always be a good one."
other half of 5th year
The Day Satan Stabbed my Heart
rating-R
Hermione gives birth to a child, Draco's child.
He is still in the coma.
Her mom dies and her dad wants her to live with her real father.
Dumbledore arranges witha man who claims he is her father and shows the pappers.
Hermione is sent with him (he's a creep)
Hermione is enrolled in a program called R.A.P.
Who will save her now?
around christmas in 6th year.
Lost Out of a Dream
rating- PG or PG-13
draco wakes up, but is he really draco, and how lost will he be in his new world with a daughter and the mother missing.
OMG I never thought I could write something so sad. Thanks for ALL REVIEWS!
I flew out of that room as fast as I could. McGonagall had just finished giving me the "have you told your father? You should go to a counselor for some help. Suicide isn't the answer, your life has a point to it." speech. Counselors can't help me. I told her that, why doesn't she listen.
I continued running as fast as I could towards my dormitory. I ran flipping around corners, I knocked down a few first years. Tears welled up in my eyes as I ran, she doesn't care about me, she just doesn't want me to die so she doesn't have to face my father. McGonagall is a wimp. A OLD UGLY FAT WIMPY BITCH!
By the time I reached my dormitory a few tears escaped from my eyes. I didn't want any one to see me like this, Good thing no one was there. No one has ever seen me like this I usually go to my secret place to cry. I spend all my time there, on weekends, after dinner, late at night. My pale hands reached in to my shirt for my cool chain hanging from my neck with the key on it. I didn't trust spells on doors, so I use both.
Now I dashed to the bathroom, no one here too, good. More tears Streamed down my face. I had finally let them go, I'd been holding them in way too long. I felt like crying when I got in that room, And then McGonagall had to go and keep me there. I slowed down in sped and walked slowly to the back stone wall which an oval mirror was placed in the middle. I took a deep look into that mirror. My hair was no longer sleeked back wards, and my eyes were red with wet tear marks running down my colorless cheeks. I took a deep breath and started to talk out loud to my self. "Draco, why have you become like this? Why must life be painful? why? why?" I said sighing at the end. My eyes made their way down to the sight of my wrist, then quickly back to the mirror.
I shook my head and Placed my hand on the mirror, then curled my fingers inward letting my pointed fingernails (which I filed like that) scraped the delicate shine out of the mirror. And then the wall opened up into a door, and the mirror's shine returned to normal. I put the key into the slot, turned it and walked in.
The room was kind of small with no windows. Inside was a chair, table, and a fire place. My Nimbus 2001 is in the back corner with a kit to fix it up. I quit quidditch after they cancelled it last year, what's the point of it if your not that good and don't practice. I stroked the broom as if I longed to fly through the air, free like a bird. On the chair was my Diary, The diary with all my secrets poured out in it since I first came to Hogwarts. but it wasn't that that I was eyeing it was the chestnut colored box on the table. I stretched out my arm and picked it up, while sweeping the diary of the chair so my ass could be placed on the chair. I took a Key out of my pocket, it wasn't the key to get into the room, it was my special magic key. the only one that worked on certain things. I put it in my hand I used to open the box, with a click the lock fell onto my lap.
Lifting the lid up I sighed, and before me the were sleek silver knives. I reached in and grabbed on of the medium sized ones. While gently running my finger down the blade I pondered whether or not I would try again. Lifting the knife next to my left wrist I still pondered, I placed the cool Knife on my skin, and took a deep breath and let it glide through the pale skin.
~*~*~*~*~*~
I walked down to the great hall for breakfast. As I stepped in to the massive hall filled with Loud people shoving food into their mouths. I quietly walked towards the Slytherin table looking at my feet. I shoved my hands which I had put black leather gloves on to hide the incident from last night which wasn't affective. To bad I was still stuck on this horrible planet, having to live with the fact that they know. Now "MRS. I'M GONA HELP YOU" is going to tell my father and I'm just going to get hurt when I return home.
All people do when they try to help is make it worse. Unless they accidentally say or do something funny, than it makes the person happy but for only like on second. But then the power of hatred and evil over rides their brains leaving them to live in despair.
When I reached the table it felt like everyone was staring at me making rotten opinions about me. I've learned how to ignore this, mainly because they have already made those opinions. I also ignore it because people are to feed up about how they are and if anyone is making a comment about them. They become so involved that they have barley any time to even make a comment. I decided this one day while walking down a road in London.
Goyle began to pile a TON of food on to my plate. I stopped him right before it began to overflow. Why had life been so boring. Nothing was ever interesting or pleasant. The only time I can remember that was pleasant was when I was little, I was probably 4. My mother and father actually loved each other. We had gone on a cruise with my grandmother. The sun was shining and the waves were perfect. I remember dolphins swimming at the head of the boat. It was a wonderful day. I smiled at this as I picked at my food. Then stopped for that wasn't the whole day. I dropped my fork and began to remember it clearer than ever. I had ignored it, trying to forget it.
The cruise was supposed to last 7 days. The first day was wonderful. It ended up being one. In the night Voldemort got mad at my father for doing this. He came and rampaged the boat looking for my family. First he found me and took me hostage and told my father that he would either kill me or that I had to be loyal to him when I grew older. My father wanted to keep his heir so he decided i had no choice in life. I would be a death eater when I had grown. Then he dropped me on the ground breaking my arm and 2 ribs. I began to cry. Voldemort smirked and said to my father " Have you learned your lesson?"
My father shook his head in agreement.
"Well, I don't think you have. You need more punishment than making that sobbing boy help me. That doesn't affect you that much, but this will." Voldemort had said back. To busy and helpless I heard him walk the other direction and mutter a few words. Then there was green light and a loud boom as I heard some one hit the ground. I turned over and looked at a mangled heap of what looked like my grandma. Tears began to flow so a river came out my eyes. "Shut that boy of yours up Lucius." Then my father ran over and told me to shut up, because real men don't cry. And if I was going to be a man I would not cry. I tried to stop, but I couldn't the pain was unbearable and my grandmother was killed. He then shoved me down to the ground breaking 2 other ribs and my ankle. My father was never the same again.
The mail owls flew in from overhead. To my surprise an owl came down and delivered a box to me. This wasn't an owl I had known, it could be my father. He might have sacrificed his owl to eat or something cause of being afraid to leave the house. I opened the box and inside was a letter folded with the Gryfindor crest on it. I picked up the letter to find beneath that a silver chain bracelet and a dragon earring. The earring was very cool. It was a silver dragon in the shape of a loop, the eye of the dragon was an emerald. The deep green seemed to hypnotize me as I looked at it. I quickly opened the letter to see who it was from.
Dear Draco,
You hate yourself
It is funny how
you know how to hate.
But when love tries to unfold,
you push it back down.
You think there is no purpose,
you think there is no way
But what you think
might not be true in any way.
A bracelet can be
a memory of me
for every time
you cry.
A bracelet can be
a signal
that some one does care
every time.
A bracelet can be
the keeper of life,
your life indeed.
Every time you try,
to take it away
the memory of me,
the one who cares,
will stop you
from committing,
that crime.
Truly Yours,
Me
P.s.- The dragon is for you, it symbolizes your individual self.
I stared at the letter. Its perfectly cursive letters each scratched down enough so a thin layer of ink formed the letters. Some one does care, but who is it? It is a Gryfindor, that's kind of obvious. And a girl too, but who was it. It had to be someone in that stupid meeting yesterday, hmmmm, who was from Gryfindor. Let's see, there was Weasley and................................Granger. I grinned at this.
~*~*~*~*~*~
When everyone began to leave the great hall I stood up and walked in the direction of the Gryfindors. I quietly slipped behind Granger and when she was alone walking to potions, which is probably why she wasn't disturbed by my presence behind her. When Potter and the other Weasley broke off from her because they had to go to the bathroom I made my move and ran in front of her to stop her.
"Hello Hermione." I said smiling. She looked quite shocked that I called her that and that I was smiling.
"Hi Malfoy. Why are you stopping me?" she said.
I shoved the letter in to her face and said "Why, I was just wondering if this belonged to you?"
"Why would it concern you who the letter came from?" she said raising her eyebrow and placing her hands on her hips.
"Because, I need to know who is the one who really cares about me. And if its you then........." I stopped realizing I said too much. She couldn't know my secret. I darted off back the other way and hid in the bathroom which Potter was still in. I pushed Weasley down in the hall. Man it stunk in there. While tiptoeing in front of the stalls I pinched my nose as to not smell that awful stench coming form Potter. I had made it to the mirror and made my way in to my secret place once more. I kicked the open box of knives across the room and picked up my diary and read the first page. It was full of my biggest secret., the one that I first came to Hogwarts. I was always to afraid to say it. I skimmed down the page and one sentence popped in to my mind "...I wish I had more will power, for life would be simple." I skimmed further "...I never had the strength to tell her, I always came back with mean comments..." Everything was true on that page. I try to say it, but meanness creeps over me like a spell trapping me. It is all my fathers fault. I then flipped the pages to the next blank page. It was stained with blood on the bottom right hand corner from last night. I wrote all the events which happened today. I promised myself that I would tell Hermione Granger that I, Draco Malfoy, Love her.
A/N~ WHOOOSHHHHH, YAYAYAYAY. I'm done! at least with this chapter. soo much more to write. This is the first in a 4 story series.
From Where Has fate Brought Us?
-the story of dracio and hermione's relationship blosoming
first half of the 5th year
The Emerald Eye
rating-R
-the emerald eye the ministry is looking for it and its owner. As well as the other jewels of fate. Who has them, and what can happen. draco goes in to a coma like thing at the end leading up to next story.
basic idea for jewels
"Fate has set a course for life,
When the jewels fall in to the hands of the owners,
they can change this path,
even though the path might not always be a good one."
other half of 5th year
The Day Satan Stabbed my Heart
rating-R
Hermione gives birth to a child, Draco's child.
He is still in the coma.
Her mom dies and her dad wants her to live with her real father.
Dumbledore arranges witha man who claims he is her father and shows the pappers.
Hermione is sent with him (he's a creep)
Hermione is enrolled in a program called R.A.P.
Who will save her now?
around christmas in 6th year.
Lost Out of a Dream
rating- PG or PG-13
draco wakes up, but is he really draco, and how lost will he be in his new world with a daughter and the mother missing.
OMG I never thought I could write something so sad. Thanks for ALL REVIEWS!