The Dark Side of the Moon
Authors Note: All characters are based on those created by JK Rowling. I own nothing.
Can I just say a huge thank-you to all my reviewers- you've all been so nice and kind- I was expecting a lot of flames.. Especially big thanks to LMFelton for e-mailing me to remind me of the existence of the story, *blushes * . If you have any ideas/suggestions then either leave me a review or send me an e-mail- jenni_c@lineone.net. Hope you like this one. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco strode into the great hall, aware of the glances in his direction, aware of the half whispered sentences. He sat down, at a near-empty bench.
He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be left alone, to be allowed to spend the day, this day of all days, alone, and cocooned in his room. To be allowed to deal with his pain, the hurt, the unfairness of it all.
Potter walked into the room, he too, seemed as down as Draco. And no doubt he would make the most of today- using their mutual pain to escape potions. Potter sat down at the table, the tracks of his tears obvious, he shared his grief with the world, where Draco kept his to himself, he would not let people know his pain, that his nights were plagued with dreams- the same images- the image of her falling to the ground, lifeless, again and again. The pain. Hurt.
Draco glanced at Potter, the room seeming to fade as he focused on the man who had made his life hell, the man who had done evrythign he could to undermine their relationship. Today of all days, maybe it was time to bury the hatchet, to fulfil one of her wishes. He thought back to that day, the day she had asked him to do something for her- it had been the only time. And he hadn't been able to do it, he had tried, btu he had failed, and in doing so, failed her. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They were lying on the grass outside of Hagrids' hut, books lay scattered around them in a heap and they were both suffering from the drowsiness that happens when you spend the afternoon laughing in the sun.
"Draco," she had said, twirling a daisy in her hand " Will you try and be nice to Harry and Ron, please, it hurts that the three of you don't get along. Please, Draco, please, for me" He had looked into her velvety brown eyes and nodded, his heart bursting with his feelings for her- he would have walked to the end of the earth and faced a thousand dragons and giants for her. He loved her, he knew that, he just needed the right time to tell her, to tell her she completed him, she made him whole. He had to do it, the feelings were bubbling up inside of him, clambering to get out. The words begging to be spoken.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco stood up, the hall nearly empty and walked over to the Gryffindor table. Two empty seats were beside Harry, unfilled- their occupants no longer at Hogwarts. No longer alive. A timeless reminder and testament to their death. Harry looked up, and his glittering eyes hardened and narrowed at Draco's approach.
"Potter, I, well you know what day it is today, as well as I do. I think, well, maybe we should put the past behind us, she , well they, would have liked that I think." Draco offered Harry his hand, cool icy blue eyes meeting hard, glittering emerald He was willing to go against everything he had ever believed in, to lay aside this final ghost.
Harry looked at Draco's outstretched hand, his eyes narrowing furtherer, "Tell me , Malfoy, why I would want to be friends with the man that was responsible for the murder of my two best friends- the man who destroyed everything I ever cared about, you're worse than scum Malfoy, you're murdering scum- run off and play death-eater with your daddy and his friends. I WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH A MURDERER LIKE YOU!!!" Harry's cool, hard voice rose steadily with each word, echoing around the great hall, and with his last sentence he pushed Draco hard, in an effort to move him away.
Draco stared in disbelief, he had tried to make friends with Potter- it had been a year since she had died and the greatest way he could honour her, he thought, was to at least be polite to Potter, but Potter was flinging it back in his face. Draco tried to control his rising temper, to resist the urge to punch Harry in the face, instead he wanted to hurt him, to hurt him as much as Harry had just hurt him.
"You want to talk about being responsible Potter- well what would the school say about Perfect Potter if they knew the truth- how about the fact that 'mione and I had been dating for 6 months when you cornered her in a classroom and tried to kiss her?!. And we both know what happened when you tried to split us up- Potter, you just made us stronger, I might be a dirty Slytherin, but at least I don't cheat on my girlfriend with any women I can lay my hands on- that's why 'mione and you split up in the first place- which one was it potter?- which girl did she catch you with before she finally called it quits and found someone who really loved her?. You were always slow on the uptake- took you months to realise what a jerk you'd been and what you'd lost and been and then it was too late. I'd rather be a Slytherin who understands the importance of love and friendship than some Gryffindor who is just out for himself and doesn't care about who he hurts. You make me sick Potter. It was me she loved, my name that she said with love, mine, not yours. And it was me she loved, me. You'll never have that, never." And with that Draco stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving behind an angry Harry Potter and a feeling of failure- he had tried, he had tried for her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco spent the rest of the day in a daze and with a sigh of relief he collapsed on his bed, uttering a silencing charm and a locking charm through habit. Their her picture lay on the bedside table, she was smiling and laughing and waving to the camera, over by the mirror was another of the two of them, their arms round each other, smiling, and laughing- the perfect couple. The days when they had been together had seemed endless and always sunny. Now his life was dark and empty and the only feelings he had was a tightening around his heart, like a hand was squeezing out every last drop of emotions in it, leaving him with nothing but memories- and memories that were both comforting and painful. It had been a year since her death, since he had received the ominous black ministry owl. The letter had been cool and crisp in his hand, the ministry seal worrying him slightly, but he had had no idea of the contents.
Dear Mr Malfoy,
We regret to inform you that Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Ronald Weasley were both killed in the early hours of this morning-2nd June. We believe they were murdered by a splinter group of He who shall not be named. The funeral has yet to be arranged. We are sorry for your loss.
Charles Gunnley Minister of Magic
The letter had eaten into his very soul, that had been the first time he had ever cried. He knew that Voldemort could not have killed them, they were harmless and insignificant wizards at a muggle's house. Draco had his own suspicions about who had murdered them. And when he found them, he would make them pay, every ounce of Malfoy hate and loathing had been directed at the faceless figure who had cut down two of Hogwarts brightest stars. He would pay, and he would suffer- he would loose everything he had ever held dear, and then draco would squeeze his heart and soul tighter and tighter, and cut him down, limb by limb. Inflicting as much pain as he could. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco had been pacing his room, walking up and down for what seemed like hours, in a desperate bid to calm his nerves. "A Malfoy is never nervous" he repeated to himself. Suddenly it was midnight and time for things to start happening. He flew to the edge of the lake, the moon illuminating it and giving it a glass like appearance.
He finished lighting the candles and the arranging the picnic, and he looked up, searching the grounds for a lonely figure. There she was, Hermione, making her way across to him, he felt butterflies in his stomach, in fact he felt sick. This wasn't good. .. "Draco, you did all, all of this..for me?" Hermione has said, looking with delight on the picnic spread out underneath the stars and the moon. He had only managed to nod in agreement, nerves having stole his voice.
They had spent forever laughing and talking and then it happened, it had happened so naturally, he had barely registered what had happened. "Hermione, I think, I think. I'm falling in love with you, no, I know I'm in love with you. Just seeing you makes me smile and I want to be with you, and I want to take away all of your hurt and never see you cry again. What, well, what I'm trying to say is that I love you Hermione. I really do." She had shushed him by kissing him.
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The moon woke Draco up, he had no idea how long he had been asleep, but his pillow was wet from his tears. His heart empty and worthless. It was nearly a new day, a new dawn, without her. Each day fading and blurring into the others, and he continued to exist, aimless and without purpose. Alone, and he wondered when it would end. When the hurt would stop.
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Authors Note: I've tried to make this longer- its 4 pages in Microsoft Word, and I really hope you guys like it. Please, please e-mail with some ideas as I'm having issues about where this should go- should Draco continue to heave his pain around and make this story into a painfully sad one should he beat up Harry. Get himself a new gf (and I have a canon character in mind) and get on with his life Should he do some of the above and track down Hermione and Ron's murderer and have his revenge a la Gladiator. Should I just shut up and stop prodding a dead story. Please e-mail with ideas, comments etc, and please review as im having doubta about the dark side.. ta very muchly
Oh hang on, before I forget, if anyone here visits ff.net then some of my other stories are there: www.fanfiction.net and then the author name Jess McRae.
*hugs*
Authors Note: All characters are based on those created by JK Rowling. I own nothing.
Can I just say a huge thank-you to all my reviewers- you've all been so nice and kind- I was expecting a lot of flames.. Especially big thanks to LMFelton for e-mailing me to remind me of the existence of the story, *blushes * . If you have any ideas/suggestions then either leave me a review or send me an e-mail- jenni_c@lineone.net. Hope you like this one. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco strode into the great hall, aware of the glances in his direction, aware of the half whispered sentences. He sat down, at a near-empty bench.
He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be left alone, to be allowed to spend the day, this day of all days, alone, and cocooned in his room. To be allowed to deal with his pain, the hurt, the unfairness of it all.
Potter walked into the room, he too, seemed as down as Draco. And no doubt he would make the most of today- using their mutual pain to escape potions. Potter sat down at the table, the tracks of his tears obvious, he shared his grief with the world, where Draco kept his to himself, he would not let people know his pain, that his nights were plagued with dreams- the same images- the image of her falling to the ground, lifeless, again and again. The pain. Hurt.
Draco glanced at Potter, the room seeming to fade as he focused on the man who had made his life hell, the man who had done evrythign he could to undermine their relationship. Today of all days, maybe it was time to bury the hatchet, to fulfil one of her wishes. He thought back to that day, the day she had asked him to do something for her- it had been the only time. And he hadn't been able to do it, he had tried, btu he had failed, and in doing so, failed her. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
They were lying on the grass outside of Hagrids' hut, books lay scattered around them in a heap and they were both suffering from the drowsiness that happens when you spend the afternoon laughing in the sun.
"Draco," she had said, twirling a daisy in her hand " Will you try and be nice to Harry and Ron, please, it hurts that the three of you don't get along. Please, Draco, please, for me" He had looked into her velvety brown eyes and nodded, his heart bursting with his feelings for her- he would have walked to the end of the earth and faced a thousand dragons and giants for her. He loved her, he knew that, he just needed the right time to tell her, to tell her she completed him, she made him whole. He had to do it, the feelings were bubbling up inside of him, clambering to get out. The words begging to be spoken.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco stood up, the hall nearly empty and walked over to the Gryffindor table. Two empty seats were beside Harry, unfilled- their occupants no longer at Hogwarts. No longer alive. A timeless reminder and testament to their death. Harry looked up, and his glittering eyes hardened and narrowed at Draco's approach.
"Potter, I, well you know what day it is today, as well as I do. I think, well, maybe we should put the past behind us, she , well they, would have liked that I think." Draco offered Harry his hand, cool icy blue eyes meeting hard, glittering emerald He was willing to go against everything he had ever believed in, to lay aside this final ghost.
Harry looked at Draco's outstretched hand, his eyes narrowing furtherer, "Tell me , Malfoy, why I would want to be friends with the man that was responsible for the murder of my two best friends- the man who destroyed everything I ever cared about, you're worse than scum Malfoy, you're murdering scum- run off and play death-eater with your daddy and his friends. I WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH A MURDERER LIKE YOU!!!" Harry's cool, hard voice rose steadily with each word, echoing around the great hall, and with his last sentence he pushed Draco hard, in an effort to move him away.
Draco stared in disbelief, he had tried to make friends with Potter- it had been a year since she had died and the greatest way he could honour her, he thought, was to at least be polite to Potter, but Potter was flinging it back in his face. Draco tried to control his rising temper, to resist the urge to punch Harry in the face, instead he wanted to hurt him, to hurt him as much as Harry had just hurt him.
"You want to talk about being responsible Potter- well what would the school say about Perfect Potter if they knew the truth- how about the fact that 'mione and I had been dating for 6 months when you cornered her in a classroom and tried to kiss her?!. And we both know what happened when you tried to split us up- Potter, you just made us stronger, I might be a dirty Slytherin, but at least I don't cheat on my girlfriend with any women I can lay my hands on- that's why 'mione and you split up in the first place- which one was it potter?- which girl did she catch you with before she finally called it quits and found someone who really loved her?. You were always slow on the uptake- took you months to realise what a jerk you'd been and what you'd lost and been and then it was too late. I'd rather be a Slytherin who understands the importance of love and friendship than some Gryffindor who is just out for himself and doesn't care about who he hurts. You make me sick Potter. It was me she loved, my name that she said with love, mine, not yours. And it was me she loved, me. You'll never have that, never." And with that Draco stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving behind an angry Harry Potter and a feeling of failure- he had tried, he had tried for her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco spent the rest of the day in a daze and with a sigh of relief he collapsed on his bed, uttering a silencing charm and a locking charm through habit. Their her picture lay on the bedside table, she was smiling and laughing and waving to the camera, over by the mirror was another of the two of them, their arms round each other, smiling, and laughing- the perfect couple. The days when they had been together had seemed endless and always sunny. Now his life was dark and empty and the only feelings he had was a tightening around his heart, like a hand was squeezing out every last drop of emotions in it, leaving him with nothing but memories- and memories that were both comforting and painful. It had been a year since her death, since he had received the ominous black ministry owl. The letter had been cool and crisp in his hand, the ministry seal worrying him slightly, but he had had no idea of the contents.
Dear Mr Malfoy,
We regret to inform you that Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Ronald Weasley were both killed in the early hours of this morning-2nd June. We believe they were murdered by a splinter group of He who shall not be named. The funeral has yet to be arranged. We are sorry for your loss.
Charles Gunnley Minister of Magic
The letter had eaten into his very soul, that had been the first time he had ever cried. He knew that Voldemort could not have killed them, they were harmless and insignificant wizards at a muggle's house. Draco had his own suspicions about who had murdered them. And when he found them, he would make them pay, every ounce of Malfoy hate and loathing had been directed at the faceless figure who had cut down two of Hogwarts brightest stars. He would pay, and he would suffer- he would loose everything he had ever held dear, and then draco would squeeze his heart and soul tighter and tighter, and cut him down, limb by limb. Inflicting as much pain as he could. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Draco had been pacing his room, walking up and down for what seemed like hours, in a desperate bid to calm his nerves. "A Malfoy is never nervous" he repeated to himself. Suddenly it was midnight and time for things to start happening. He flew to the edge of the lake, the moon illuminating it and giving it a glass like appearance.
He finished lighting the candles and the arranging the picnic, and he looked up, searching the grounds for a lonely figure. There she was, Hermione, making her way across to him, he felt butterflies in his stomach, in fact he felt sick. This wasn't good. .. "Draco, you did all, all of this..for me?" Hermione has said, looking with delight on the picnic spread out underneath the stars and the moon. He had only managed to nod in agreement, nerves having stole his voice.
They had spent forever laughing and talking and then it happened, it had happened so naturally, he had barely registered what had happened. "Hermione, I think, I think. I'm falling in love with you, no, I know I'm in love with you. Just seeing you makes me smile and I want to be with you, and I want to take away all of your hurt and never see you cry again. What, well, what I'm trying to say is that I love you Hermione. I really do." She had shushed him by kissing him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The moon woke Draco up, he had no idea how long he had been asleep, but his pillow was wet from his tears. His heart empty and worthless. It was nearly a new day, a new dawn, without her. Each day fading and blurring into the others, and he continued to exist, aimless and without purpose. Alone, and he wondered when it would end. When the hurt would stop.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Authors Note: I've tried to make this longer- its 4 pages in Microsoft Word, and I really hope you guys like it. Please, please e-mail with some ideas as I'm having issues about where this should go- should Draco continue to heave his pain around and make this story into a painfully sad one should he beat up Harry. Get himself a new gf (and I have a canon character in mind) and get on with his life Should he do some of the above and track down Hermione and Ron's murderer and have his revenge a la Gladiator. Should I just shut up and stop prodding a dead story. Please e-mail with ideas, comments etc, and please review as im having doubta about the dark side.. ta very muchly
Oh hang on, before I forget, if anyone here visits ff.net then some of my other stories are there: www.fanfiction.net and then the author name Jess McRae.
*hugs*
