A/N: Blah blah I don't own Draco or anyone else but if I did I'd make you
all pay to read this.
My Life Defeats the Purpose pt. 2
Wow, a lot of people showed up. Even Mum and Dad. For an hour it was just them and Voldermort. He "blessed" my body and even tried to raise me from the dead. Thank God neither of them worked. I do think Dad wants me to suffer in my afterlife. He expected me to become a Death Eater after I graduated Hogwarts but really I wanted to become a teacher. He's somewhat glad I'm dead. I can tell. He wants me to be a ghost forever and to never be happy. I'll prove him wrong.
Everyone is walking up to my casket now that the priest is finished saying how sweet I was. He obviously didn't know me well. Good God is this funeral depressing. The only one celebrating is Dad of course but I thought more people would be glad I was gone.
Pansy's the first one to walk up. She cupped my icy hands with hers and cried. She's pregnant. I could've been a Dad, a better one than mine could. God do I feel awful. Pansy's always wanted a baby and now she has to raise one without me. This makes me want to kill myself again.
The next person, to my surprise, is Granger. I didn't think she'd show after everything I had done to her. Looking into her eyes tore me apart. She's hurt. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to speak but it was obvious of what she was going to say.
"Hey there Draco," she managed a smile from her scrunched up red face. "I never realized how hard it is to lose someone until I lost my enemy. I forgive you." She kissed my cheek tenderly and went off. Damn she's beautiful. She straightened her hair nicely to go with her slinky black dress. She forgave me as well. That gave me something to smile about.
Harry's the next one. I sure as bloody hell hope he doesn't kiss me like every else has. He doesn't. Instead he ruffles my hair and slips a note in my pocket. I already know what it says. "See you soon."
Crabbe and Goyle look over me like giants. The smile and take turns punching my stomach. God they're thick, thinking I can feel it. Just as Goyle goes for another one Weasel stops them.
"He just fucking died and you're acting all Mike Tyson on him? Get out of here you wankers!" he yells as the two dumbbells run off like scared puppies. "Sorry about your cronies Malfoy, they're just jealous you don't have to go to Potions class anymore."
I laughed. Holy shit I just laughed at one of Ron Weasley's lame ass jokes! But it was funny I admit. He's not so bad I guess. I wish I could tell him that but I won't be seen for another month. "See you Draco," he lightly and friendly pushes my head into the silky pillow.
After him a bunch of people like Snape and my parents walk by with a sad or fake grin on their face. Ginny Weasley was the last one to stroll on up. She placed a black flower in my hand and kissed me on the forehead. This makes no sense. Everyone that's supposed to miss me is happy and the one's that are supposed to laugh in my face are sad. Why didn't I figure this before?
Now I wish I never had found that rope.
A/N: Okay, this time the story IS finished. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first part and to Pik- I realized that to make people think you have to take away some details that might make it more understanding and to the point. I didn't want you to get it the first time. My friend Trevor read it five times before he finally got it but thanks for the honesty! p.s. Nancy and Rochelle don't cry it's not real!
My Life Defeats the Purpose pt. 2
Wow, a lot of people showed up. Even Mum and Dad. For an hour it was just them and Voldermort. He "blessed" my body and even tried to raise me from the dead. Thank God neither of them worked. I do think Dad wants me to suffer in my afterlife. He expected me to become a Death Eater after I graduated Hogwarts but really I wanted to become a teacher. He's somewhat glad I'm dead. I can tell. He wants me to be a ghost forever and to never be happy. I'll prove him wrong.
Everyone is walking up to my casket now that the priest is finished saying how sweet I was. He obviously didn't know me well. Good God is this funeral depressing. The only one celebrating is Dad of course but I thought more people would be glad I was gone.
Pansy's the first one to walk up. She cupped my icy hands with hers and cried. She's pregnant. I could've been a Dad, a better one than mine could. God do I feel awful. Pansy's always wanted a baby and now she has to raise one without me. This makes me want to kill myself again.
The next person, to my surprise, is Granger. I didn't think she'd show after everything I had done to her. Looking into her eyes tore me apart. She's hurt. Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to speak but it was obvious of what she was going to say.
"Hey there Draco," she managed a smile from her scrunched up red face. "I never realized how hard it is to lose someone until I lost my enemy. I forgive you." She kissed my cheek tenderly and went off. Damn she's beautiful. She straightened her hair nicely to go with her slinky black dress. She forgave me as well. That gave me something to smile about.
Harry's the next one. I sure as bloody hell hope he doesn't kiss me like every else has. He doesn't. Instead he ruffles my hair and slips a note in my pocket. I already know what it says. "See you soon."
Crabbe and Goyle look over me like giants. The smile and take turns punching my stomach. God they're thick, thinking I can feel it. Just as Goyle goes for another one Weasel stops them.
"He just fucking died and you're acting all Mike Tyson on him? Get out of here you wankers!" he yells as the two dumbbells run off like scared puppies. "Sorry about your cronies Malfoy, they're just jealous you don't have to go to Potions class anymore."
I laughed. Holy shit I just laughed at one of Ron Weasley's lame ass jokes! But it was funny I admit. He's not so bad I guess. I wish I could tell him that but I won't be seen for another month. "See you Draco," he lightly and friendly pushes my head into the silky pillow.
After him a bunch of people like Snape and my parents walk by with a sad or fake grin on their face. Ginny Weasley was the last one to stroll on up. She placed a black flower in my hand and kissed me on the forehead. This makes no sense. Everyone that's supposed to miss me is happy and the one's that are supposed to laugh in my face are sad. Why didn't I figure this before?
Now I wish I never had found that rope.
A/N: Okay, this time the story IS finished. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first part and to Pik- I realized that to make people think you have to take away some details that might make it more understanding and to the point. I didn't want you to get it the first time. My friend Trevor read it five times before he finally got it but thanks for the honesty! p.s. Nancy and Rochelle don't cry it's not real!
