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It twas midnight, and all was silent. Nothing dared to stir. Not even a silent house elf. The room was dark, except for the enchanting moonlight that shone through the window. The boys' dormitory room was as quiet as could be. No talk of quidditch, schoolwork, or the occasional new crush. The reason for this is quite simple, it was three am. But if you dared to come in the room you'd see all was asleep, except for one young man, staring quietly outside his window. Sighing quietly, he walked out towards his balcony. His clothes gently swayed, as if one with the wind. His untouched hair got tousled in the playful wind, and his eyes acted as pools of a sorrow so silver.
"Why? Why can't I do it?" He asked himself quietly.
He continued to look out in the midnight sky. What he was looking for? Naught knew, but he. The stars twinkled, and embraced him, sorrow and all. Out in the distance a shadow ran through the forest, and following was something that oddly looked like a musty fog. He paid no mind, since he was used to seeing this every night. An odd shadow and a misty fog. He could honestly care less. After all, he was used to this. What with his overly abusive father, escapee mother, suck up friends, and an overly touchy girlfriend, that did indeed break up with him the other night. Saying that their relationship was to her a bore, but of course reassuring him that it had been fun. He'd given her all he had. Him. The only realistic thing to him at least. He started thinking about a suicidal attempt, but realized that his father had cast a protective charm on him only a summer ago. A protective charm protects you from everything, but if you try to kill yourself, you won't die, but will get a surging jolt of electricity. He'd learned the hard way.
While thinking of his pitiful life, the one no one bothered to ask about, he soon came to thought of why he got up. Then with a light smirk, it all came back to him. The dream. Correction, dreams.
****************FlAsHbAcK Of DrEaM*************
He was walking the corridors, looking around tiredly, in a bored sense. Then he saw a girl about a foot shorter than he, with shining red auburn hair, and the most inviting chocolate brown eyes he'd ever seen before. She was chatting with her annoying brother, Weasley, Meddling Potter, and nosy Mudblood Granger. Nervously, without his usual sidekicks, he walked towards the friend surrounded girl, and asked,
"May I have a minute?" He asked politely, almost unlike his usual self.
"A minute? Are you aware of who you're talking to? I'm a Weasley. Someone you're sworn not to bother with, unless of course you're going to spend this minute bugging the bloody hell out of me." She said rudely, expecting a rude remark in return, but got nothing.
"Uh. Yeah. Just a minute. I promise." He said softly, tenderly.
"Fine. You got a minute, go." She said, while looking at her watch, timing him.
"I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you." He started.
"What? Feel about me? I can tell ya that!" She sputtered out. "I'm like lower than scum to you. I care? No. Want to know why? Cuz at least I have true friends, who will always stick by me in the very end. Unlike your money crazy friends. There's your fucking answer. See? I already know. So go bother some other tramp. Who has no self esteem if she'll let you screw her."
"N-No. That's not qu-quite it. I wanted t-t-to say that I love you." He stuttered embarrassedly.
"What the hell have you been on? Love me? Go fuck yourself Malfoy! You'll eventually come to your senses." She said, venom seeping through her every word.
"No. I'm serious. I love you Virginia. I have for a while." He started again.
"No, Malfoy, I'm serious. Go screw yourself." She said cruelly, dismissing him from her sight. "Oh! What d'ya know? Time's up. Buh-bye."
The room started to spin, as he walked away quietly, heart broken, soul ripped out, and self esteem back to square one. The room continued to spin. Everything started to turn black. One thing at a time. Even himself. All black, until(((
******************eNd Of DrEaM*************
When he finished reliving his recent nightmare, once more, he decided to make a pact with himself, no more waiting. Tomorrow was it. Yes, tomorrow. No more torment. Just the fair truth, as unjust as that was. Fair? There is no fair, or so he found out. No fair in this "perfect" world.
AN: What d'ya think? Bad? Good? More? You tell me. How about I get a nice review from you? Then I update? Hehe! Evilness rules! *Smirks* Just review, pretty please? *Prays for reviews* Well for now, Hasta La Vista guys. Or how some of my friends put it, Hasta La Vista my fellow guys and chics.
It twas midnight, and all was silent. Nothing dared to stir. Not even a silent house elf. The room was dark, except for the enchanting moonlight that shone through the window. The boys' dormitory room was as quiet as could be. No talk of quidditch, schoolwork, or the occasional new crush. The reason for this is quite simple, it was three am. But if you dared to come in the room you'd see all was asleep, except for one young man, staring quietly outside his window. Sighing quietly, he walked out towards his balcony. His clothes gently swayed, as if one with the wind. His untouched hair got tousled in the playful wind, and his eyes acted as pools of a sorrow so silver.
"Why? Why can't I do it?" He asked himself quietly.
He continued to look out in the midnight sky. What he was looking for? Naught knew, but he. The stars twinkled, and embraced him, sorrow and all. Out in the distance a shadow ran through the forest, and following was something that oddly looked like a musty fog. He paid no mind, since he was used to seeing this every night. An odd shadow and a misty fog. He could honestly care less. After all, he was used to this. What with his overly abusive father, escapee mother, suck up friends, and an overly touchy girlfriend, that did indeed break up with him the other night. Saying that their relationship was to her a bore, but of course reassuring him that it had been fun. He'd given her all he had. Him. The only realistic thing to him at least. He started thinking about a suicidal attempt, but realized that his father had cast a protective charm on him only a summer ago. A protective charm protects you from everything, but if you try to kill yourself, you won't die, but will get a surging jolt of electricity. He'd learned the hard way.
While thinking of his pitiful life, the one no one bothered to ask about, he soon came to thought of why he got up. Then with a light smirk, it all came back to him. The dream. Correction, dreams.
****************FlAsHbAcK Of DrEaM*************
He was walking the corridors, looking around tiredly, in a bored sense. Then he saw a girl about a foot shorter than he, with shining red auburn hair, and the most inviting chocolate brown eyes he'd ever seen before. She was chatting with her annoying brother, Weasley, Meddling Potter, and nosy Mudblood Granger. Nervously, without his usual sidekicks, he walked towards the friend surrounded girl, and asked,
"May I have a minute?" He asked politely, almost unlike his usual self.
"A minute? Are you aware of who you're talking to? I'm a Weasley. Someone you're sworn not to bother with, unless of course you're going to spend this minute bugging the bloody hell out of me." She said rudely, expecting a rude remark in return, but got nothing.
"Uh. Yeah. Just a minute. I promise." He said softly, tenderly.
"Fine. You got a minute, go." She said, while looking at her watch, timing him.
"I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you." He started.
"What? Feel about me? I can tell ya that!" She sputtered out. "I'm like lower than scum to you. I care? No. Want to know why? Cuz at least I have true friends, who will always stick by me in the very end. Unlike your money crazy friends. There's your fucking answer. See? I already know. So go bother some other tramp. Who has no self esteem if she'll let you screw her."
"N-No. That's not qu-quite it. I wanted t-t-to say that I love you." He stuttered embarrassedly.
"What the hell have you been on? Love me? Go fuck yourself Malfoy! You'll eventually come to your senses." She said, venom seeping through her every word.
"No. I'm serious. I love you Virginia. I have for a while." He started again.
"No, Malfoy, I'm serious. Go screw yourself." She said cruelly, dismissing him from her sight. "Oh! What d'ya know? Time's up. Buh-bye."
The room started to spin, as he walked away quietly, heart broken, soul ripped out, and self esteem back to square one. The room continued to spin. Everything started to turn black. One thing at a time. Even himself. All black, until(((
******************eNd Of DrEaM*************
When he finished reliving his recent nightmare, once more, he decided to make a pact with himself, no more waiting. Tomorrow was it. Yes, tomorrow. No more torment. Just the fair truth, as unjust as that was. Fair? There is no fair, or so he found out. No fair in this "perfect" world.
AN: What d'ya think? Bad? Good? More? You tell me. How about I get a nice review from you? Then I update? Hehe! Evilness rules! *Smirks* Just review, pretty please? *Prays for reviews* Well for now, Hasta La Vista guys. Or how some of my friends put it, Hasta La Vista my fellow guys and chics.