.Down.
He extracted everything from me within a year. That year was filled with pain, love, memories, and rewards.
It all ended in the last week of school. Everyone had been shoved into their dormitories, but I had been smuggled into Draco's head boy private bedroom. I could feel the fear in the air, flowing from all the teachers. Something had gone wrong.
As I sat on the edge of the green silk bed, Draco stood a small way away, grinning, quite unlike his usual trademark smirk.
"Harry Potter is dead." He declared smugly, answering my unspoken question.
I felt no emotion whatsoever, but knowing he was so happy, I forced myself to smile. He crossed the room and sat down close to me.
"Ready for your reward?" His eyes gleamed. Slowly, I nodded.
He leaned in, closing over my lips and ran his cold hands through my ringlets as he kissed me. Of the tongue variety. Obviously he had saved this for the day of celebration.
He broke it suddenly. My eyes were inches from his.
"That's not your reward."
My mind fluttered. What did he mean? He pulled his wand out of his robes.
"I have to." He whispered. "Avada Kedavra!"
I remembered the greiving look in his eyes in the split second between my life and death, before I felt myself soar high. Looking down, I caught a glance of her, that little girl with the red ringlets and the emerald eyes, the pale skin, heart-shaped face and faded freckles. Just before I was sucked away to heaven, I saw him lean down and kiss her goodbye gently on her primrose lips. Tears slid slowly down his face.
However invisible, I felt them slip down my cheeks, too. I tried to reach out to him, but it was too late.
I was gone.
He extracted everything from me within a year. That year was filled with pain, love, memories, and rewards.
It all ended in the last week of school. Everyone had been shoved into their dormitories, but I had been smuggled into Draco's head boy private bedroom. I could feel the fear in the air, flowing from all the teachers. Something had gone wrong.
As I sat on the edge of the green silk bed, Draco stood a small way away, grinning, quite unlike his usual trademark smirk.
"Harry Potter is dead." He declared smugly, answering my unspoken question.
I felt no emotion whatsoever, but knowing he was so happy, I forced myself to smile. He crossed the room and sat down close to me.
"Ready for your reward?" His eyes gleamed. Slowly, I nodded.
He leaned in, closing over my lips and ran his cold hands through my ringlets as he kissed me. Of the tongue variety. Obviously he had saved this for the day of celebration.
He broke it suddenly. My eyes were inches from his.
"That's not your reward."
My mind fluttered. What did he mean? He pulled his wand out of his robes.
"I have to." He whispered. "Avada Kedavra!"
I remembered the greiving look in his eyes in the split second between my life and death, before I felt myself soar high. Looking down, I caught a glance of her, that little girl with the red ringlets and the emerald eyes, the pale skin, heart-shaped face and faded freckles. Just before I was sucked away to heaven, I saw him lean down and kiss her goodbye gently on her primrose lips. Tears slid slowly down his face.
However invisible, I felt them slip down my cheeks, too. I tried to reach out to him, but it was too late.
I was gone.
