The Bitter End
Written By: Simon Erif ©
Disclaimer: mine never mine. Just borrowing and having fun. will be returned resurrected from the crave but unharmed. If you forget the being dead part. (joke) *g*
Warning: Characters Death!! Don't read if you don't like angst and the main character dying.
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Looking around him he saw all the familiar faces of his schoolmates. or more like the people he went to school with they were never his mates. he never had friends. Not really anyway. They were looking at him with hatred, anger. despise. Like he was nothing more than a rat that should be killed before it spread any deceases.
Was this the future he had. was this his destiny, to die in the circle of familiar faces? Was this the end of it all?
So many questions kept running wild in his head. This was the present and there was no going back to the past to make things right. There was no time for anything. And if this was his destiny it wasn't very good. His family was gone. His powers were almost down to nothing. HE had never had friends but now he just had more enemies. Even the Family name was down to nothing. not that it had ever been much. And the worst thing was. it was his fault. Everything that had happened. in the end it all came down to just him.
He looked around him wanting to find one face among all the others. The man he loved above all others. He had given up everything because of this person, just because he wasn't supposed to love. He was a Malfoy! They marry money. not love. it had all begun with him. and it would end with him. Oh how he wished that even once those eyes would look at him with something else than hatred and that the sweet lips would give him at least a smile. if not for anything else than to tell him that he was happy to be rid of him now.
Draco raised his wand towards Ron and started to whisper the spell slowly. This is how it was meant to be. After all Malfoy's don't love.
"Avada. Kedavra!"
And in the last possible moment he flicked his wrist and turned his wand on himself.
The End
A/N: Wrote this one night when I was feeling down. it's just pointless rambling really. I'm not so sure the name is so good but oh well it'll do, for now anyway. *s*
Written By: Simon Erif ©
Disclaimer: mine never mine. Just borrowing and having fun. will be returned resurrected from the crave but unharmed. If you forget the being dead part. (joke) *g*
Warning: Characters Death!! Don't read if you don't like angst and the main character dying.
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Looking around him he saw all the familiar faces of his schoolmates. or more like the people he went to school with they were never his mates. he never had friends. Not really anyway. They were looking at him with hatred, anger. despise. Like he was nothing more than a rat that should be killed before it spread any deceases.
Was this the future he had. was this his destiny, to die in the circle of familiar faces? Was this the end of it all?
So many questions kept running wild in his head. This was the present and there was no going back to the past to make things right. There was no time for anything. And if this was his destiny it wasn't very good. His family was gone. His powers were almost down to nothing. HE had never had friends but now he just had more enemies. Even the Family name was down to nothing. not that it had ever been much. And the worst thing was. it was his fault. Everything that had happened. in the end it all came down to just him.
He looked around him wanting to find one face among all the others. The man he loved above all others. He had given up everything because of this person, just because he wasn't supposed to love. He was a Malfoy! They marry money. not love. it had all begun with him. and it would end with him. Oh how he wished that even once those eyes would look at him with something else than hatred and that the sweet lips would give him at least a smile. if not for anything else than to tell him that he was happy to be rid of him now.
Draco raised his wand towards Ron and started to whisper the spell slowly. This is how it was meant to be. After all Malfoy's don't love.
"Avada. Kedavra!"
And in the last possible moment he flicked his wrist and turned his wand on himself.
The End
A/N: Wrote this one night when I was feeling down. it's just pointless rambling really. I'm not so sure the name is so good but oh well it'll do, for now anyway. *s*