The night's air swiped around his lean angular face sending his
silvery blonde hair flying in all directions. Draco sat leaning against a
tree near the large lake outside Hogwarts. Thoughts upon thoughts rushed in
and out of Draco's mind and there was absolutely nothing Draco could do to
stop them. The past events of the summer holidays before his 6th year were
still fresh in his adolescent mind.
Every time he closed his eyes, all Draco saw was red. Flashings of memories still haunted him even after a month back. 'Will my torment ever end?' Draco thought to him self. He sat there watching the setting sun and the rays of oranges; reds and pinks die away into a pure black. As if being inspired by this display of dieing insignia, Draco choose his fate there and then. He wondered if anyone would care let alone cry over him.
He knew right away that so-called father of his wouldn't give a damn and for that Draco was actually happy. But he wondered if another person cared...Harry Potter. Draco never told anyone about his secret crush on the boy wonder him self. He found out in 5th year that he was gay and it didn't bother him. No what bothered him was how he found out.
He was playing in a Quidditch game against Gryffindor and all he could do was watch Potter. Because of that they crashed into each other and falling to the ground. The pure emotion that surged through Draco's veins the minute the two teens flesh touched knocked him into realizing the truth. He refused to look at the other boy for almost 2 months, let alone talk to him. Then over the summer his so-called father found his journal and read the whole thing.
To Draco there was no way of expressing his true emotions other then writing so that journal had every little thought, emotion and desire Draco ever conjured up inside of him. Lucius dragged Draco down to the dungeon and beat him to within an inch of death. He probably would have disowned him right after that if an image weren't so important to him. The older Malfoy promised his son that once he was out of school he was going to ship him away to America if he didn't side with the Dark Lord and forget of his pitiful school crush.
Draco would rather be exiled from all he knew then lick the boots of that pathetic Voldemort. That's why he had to do it before then. Draco didn't know if he could be strong enough to be alone. He didn't want to drag another down with him. His decision was set and nothing could change his mind. But a nagging thought came to his mind. If he did go through with his plan we would leave as he came, a virgin.
Remembering that tomorrow was a Hogsmeade weekend. He would seduce who ever he wanted, bed them and then go through with his act. He never wanted to die not knowing the pleasurable touch of another. It was annoying how he thought saving him self was righteous or something. Looking back on it all, Draco quickly decided he was a fool.
Standing up Draco looked up at the stars and realized that from the dark light was born. But within a few moments he cast his eyes to the ground and walked back into the great castle to fall asleep and begin his final trial. The trial of suicide.
Every time he closed his eyes, all Draco saw was red. Flashings of memories still haunted him even after a month back. 'Will my torment ever end?' Draco thought to him self. He sat there watching the setting sun and the rays of oranges; reds and pinks die away into a pure black. As if being inspired by this display of dieing insignia, Draco choose his fate there and then. He wondered if anyone would care let alone cry over him.
He knew right away that so-called father of his wouldn't give a damn and for that Draco was actually happy. But he wondered if another person cared...Harry Potter. Draco never told anyone about his secret crush on the boy wonder him self. He found out in 5th year that he was gay and it didn't bother him. No what bothered him was how he found out.
He was playing in a Quidditch game against Gryffindor and all he could do was watch Potter. Because of that they crashed into each other and falling to the ground. The pure emotion that surged through Draco's veins the minute the two teens flesh touched knocked him into realizing the truth. He refused to look at the other boy for almost 2 months, let alone talk to him. Then over the summer his so-called father found his journal and read the whole thing.
To Draco there was no way of expressing his true emotions other then writing so that journal had every little thought, emotion and desire Draco ever conjured up inside of him. Lucius dragged Draco down to the dungeon and beat him to within an inch of death. He probably would have disowned him right after that if an image weren't so important to him. The older Malfoy promised his son that once he was out of school he was going to ship him away to America if he didn't side with the Dark Lord and forget of his pitiful school crush.
Draco would rather be exiled from all he knew then lick the boots of that pathetic Voldemort. That's why he had to do it before then. Draco didn't know if he could be strong enough to be alone. He didn't want to drag another down with him. His decision was set and nothing could change his mind. But a nagging thought came to his mind. If he did go through with his plan we would leave as he came, a virgin.
Remembering that tomorrow was a Hogsmeade weekend. He would seduce who ever he wanted, bed them and then go through with his act. He never wanted to die not knowing the pleasurable touch of another. It was annoying how he thought saving him self was righteous or something. Looking back on it all, Draco quickly decided he was a fool.
Standing up Draco looked up at the stars and realized that from the dark light was born. But within a few moments he cast his eyes to the ground and walked back into the great castle to fall asleep and begin his final trial. The trial of suicide.
