He walked into his apartment, and was greeted by his reflection in the
mirror hung opposite his front door. For the first time in what seemed
like years he took a good look at himself. He barely even recognized his
face. With a bitter grin he wondered what the mirror would say if it was
enchanted, like the ones he had encountered when he was younger.
His hair, jet black, and unruly, hadn't changed, except for a gray hair or two, showing up earlier than they should have. His eyes, once described by lovesick little girls as 'beautiful pools of grassy green meadows' or 'gorgeous emerald orbs' were now vacant and dark. They had lost that bright shine, and that made them look even more hollowed than they were. His mouth, once voted 'the most likely to be over-kissed' now held a perpetual frown. The peachy skin, once smooth and soft, was darkened and roughed by stubble that showed he needed a shave.
He was a mess, and he knew it.
He walked further into his apartment, and collapsed on the ragged couch. Years ago, he remembered, it had been a housewarming gift from her for his bachelor pad. Now it was something he just kept around. Because of her. Sad as it was, he was still in love with Ginny Weasley. He didn't let go of it, with desperate logic, such as 'she loved me before' or 'Malfoy will eventually screw it up'. He knew it wasn't true.
Ginny had loved him before, yes, but he knew she'd not love him again, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud. Draco loved her back, and that's what killed him. When Ginny loved him, he was chasing after Cho Chang, but when she loved Draco, he was there for her. A self-deprecating laugh fell from his lips. Where it counted, Draco had bested him. Sure, he always got the snitch, the house points, and better grades, but Draco was smarter than he had been.
It killed him, in more ways than one. Sure, there was the cliched dying of his heart and the dead feeling inside of him. But it killed the Harry that once was. Harry had been part of more than any person should ever know, but it took love to break him. More than Voldemort could ever inflict upon him, Ginny had done with a single kiss. A kiss that had not been placed upon his lips, but the lips of the enemy. His enemy. What should have been her enemy.
Now, he was nothing but a pathetic has been. He ran away from the wizarding world, from the only friends he had. He left his make shift family in favor of solitude. For without love, why does one live a happy life?
He couldn't keep his ties with her. For the first few months he ran into her everywhere, and everything reminded him of her. Even spending time with his best friend made him bitter and anti-social.
So there he was, destined to spend the rest of his life alone, wallowing in his own self pity.
Then she walked into his life.
His hair, jet black, and unruly, hadn't changed, except for a gray hair or two, showing up earlier than they should have. His eyes, once described by lovesick little girls as 'beautiful pools of grassy green meadows' or 'gorgeous emerald orbs' were now vacant and dark. They had lost that bright shine, and that made them look even more hollowed than they were. His mouth, once voted 'the most likely to be over-kissed' now held a perpetual frown. The peachy skin, once smooth and soft, was darkened and roughed by stubble that showed he needed a shave.
He was a mess, and he knew it.
He walked further into his apartment, and collapsed on the ragged couch. Years ago, he remembered, it had been a housewarming gift from her for his bachelor pad. Now it was something he just kept around. Because of her. Sad as it was, he was still in love with Ginny Weasley. He didn't let go of it, with desperate logic, such as 'she loved me before' or 'Malfoy will eventually screw it up'. He knew it wasn't true.
Ginny had loved him before, yes, but he knew she'd not love him again, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud. Draco loved her back, and that's what killed him. When Ginny loved him, he was chasing after Cho Chang, but when she loved Draco, he was there for her. A self-deprecating laugh fell from his lips. Where it counted, Draco had bested him. Sure, he always got the snitch, the house points, and better grades, but Draco was smarter than he had been.
It killed him, in more ways than one. Sure, there was the cliched dying of his heart and the dead feeling inside of him. But it killed the Harry that once was. Harry had been part of more than any person should ever know, but it took love to break him. More than Voldemort could ever inflict upon him, Ginny had done with a single kiss. A kiss that had not been placed upon his lips, but the lips of the enemy. His enemy. What should have been her enemy.
Now, he was nothing but a pathetic has been. He ran away from the wizarding world, from the only friends he had. He left his make shift family in favor of solitude. For without love, why does one live a happy life?
He couldn't keep his ties with her. For the first few months he ran into her everywhere, and everything reminded him of her. Even spending time with his best friend made him bitter and anti-social.
So there he was, destined to spend the rest of his life alone, wallowing in his own self pity.
Then she walked into his life.