Lalalalala…um, I own absolutely nothing here, I mean seriously, FANFICTION? That is a pretty obvious clue isn't it?
Anyway if this sucked tell me, I started writing this with no actual idea of what I was going to write, the following progressed.
"Bookworm."
"Loser."
"Know-it-all."
"Mudblood."
I felt fresh tears spring from my eyes, and I buried my head back into my lap. Their words circled round in my head, spitting at me, venomous poison to my heart.
This was my life, I had told myself once.
But was the point of accepting a life I was now so willing to throw away?
I let out a sob and curled up tighter, leaning in support against the cold wall.
There was hardly any point at all.
I don't remember how long I stayed like that. I must have eventually fallen asleep, because suddenly I was awake, and cold silver moonlight was creeping across my face, into my red eyes.
Morosely I felt myself get up, only to have my legs buckle and collapse back on me, dead from the weight of my body against them all night.
Letting out another sob, I curled up into my spot on the floor, realisation hitting me like a wave.
No one had come to look for me.
Not even my friends.
I snorted. Friends. Bah. I seriously doubted that my "friends" even cared where I was right now.
Sighing, I started to cry once more, burying my head back into my now soaked robes, only to have a hand reach out and lift my face to startling blue eyes.
Shocked, I stopped my crying and stared up into a face I knew well.
Suddenly, he gave me a crooked smile, producing a handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to me. "Here."
Still in shock I reached out numbly and accepted it, wiping away my tears and blowing my nose.
Looking back up I realised he was no longer there, and I jumped up after him, running out into the silent corridor.
No one was there.
Sniffing I stuffed the handkerchief into my robes pocket, a single tear falling from my cheek.
"Thank you Tom," I whispered into the darkness, before turning around and walking away.
So there it is. It was going to be a Harry/Draco fic, coz I had all these cool quotes I could use, but then I decided on a Harry/Hermione fic, but halfway through it I thought wow, imagine if this was Moaning Myrtle and Voldie. J
That should explain for the oddness of this, as well as the fact that I don't have a beta reader. Hint, hint, nudge, nudge anyone?
Anyway this is the day before Moaning Myrtle died, because I liked the irony of it.
Reviews are wanted and appreciated ppls. J