Ya already know the disclaimer, so why repeat it?
One day I woke up
I woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cash-dog was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
I called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
I wrote her a letter that said I'd miss her and signed that goodbye...
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(The day that I died)
It sets in but it's alright
(The day that I died)
Darkness falls I'm letting go
(The day that I died)
all alone but I feel fine -"The day that I die" Good Charlotte
A seventeen-year-old Draco Malfoy walked into the bathroom, looked around it then nodded, as if approving of the decorations and luxury of it, then his eyes focused on Harry and Hermione.
"Damn Hermione..... You really are a ho! Mind if I join in?" Malfoy kneeled down next to Harry.
"Wha- Malfoy.....how the hell did you get in here? How does everyone know our password?" Harry looked from the door to Malfoy.
"Easy, its 'Gryffindor', like no one can guess *that*," Malfoy looked at Hermione and smirked, looking up and down her naked body.
"Ok, Draco. But why are you here?" Hermione asked, not at all bothered that she was naked in front of two guys. Harry raised an eyebrow, since when had they been on a first name basis?
"Came to visit my favorite mudblood," Hermione let out a snort of laughter and shook her head, while Harry just looked confused.
"Ok, what the fuck.....?" Harry finally said.
"You never told him, 'Mione?"
"Told me what?" Harry looked at Hermione.
"Uhh.....Draco and I, um, went out....." Hermione looked over at Draco, the second man she had shared a bed with.
"What?! *Please* tell me you're joking," Harry looked from Malfoy to Hermione.
"Yup, she was a pretty good fuck too, one of my bests....." Draco smirked; Hermione hit him on his shoulder, hard. "Damn! Still a violent bitch!"
"And you're still an asshole!" Hermione and Draco were just playing, that's how they acted when they secretly went out.
"Thanks," Draco smirked.
"Ok, I'm gunna go put some clothes on," Hermione rolled her eyes and got up, "I trust you boys to be nice while I'm gone?"
Malfoy and Harry just glared at each other, not saying a word. Hermione raised an eyebrow at this then left to go to her room. As she was getting changed she thought about Draco and Harry, the two most wanted guys in the school, that both liked her. Most girls would probably kill to be where she was now, but if they knew about Ron they wouldn't.
Once Hermione had finished getting dressed, she heard pounding at the portrait hole. The pounding sounded threatening, it sounded stupid but it seemed as if when she opened the portrait hole Ron would be there with his wand drawn about to kill her or something. Hermione stood a foot away from the portrait, she apprehensively opened it, to see something she would have rather not.
Justin lie on the floor, both his wrists slit deeply. His eyes were wide open in shock; blood was still spilling out of his wrists.....all over the floor. Hermione couldn't keep it in any longer; she let out a loud scream that could send a chill up your spine.
Harry and Draco almost instantly came running out to her. They stopped behind her and looked at Justin.
"Oh my god," Harry said, then looked over at Draco, "Why weren't you with him?"
Draco, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan shared a room with Justin. Harry thought they would of all been together and this wouldn't of happened.
I-I-.....well we never thought he would be in any danger! Seamus and Dean went to see their girls and I came here....." Draco defended himself.
"We've got to tell Dumbledore!" Harry looked from Draco to Hermione.
"Ok....you two go get him, I'll stay here..." Hermione looked down at Justin, a tear hell down her cheek.
"Ok," Draco and Harry instantly ran off.
Hermione kneeled down next to Justin, the only guy she had truly loved. She slipped her hand under his, and remembered the first time they held hands. Back then when they had gone out, without a care in the world, only each other. Now he would never hold her hand again, now he would never say 'I love you' again, and now he would never say her name again. He was truly gone.
Harry and Draco came running back, accompanied by Dumbledore. Since the head's common room was so close to Dumbledore's office it took them under a minute.
"Oh my..." Dumbledore began shakily, "Boys... go tell professor Mcgonnagal to contact Justin's parents and tell them to come here... hurry!"
qod: How was that peoples? Yea. for all you that speak French you would know that Le meurtre De L'Innocent means The Murder Of The Innocent. Review my little readers...
One day I woke up
I woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cash-dog was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
I called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
I wrote her a letter that said I'd miss her and signed that goodbye...
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(The day that I died)
It sets in but it's alright
(The day that I died)
Darkness falls I'm letting go
(The day that I died)
all alone but I feel fine -"The day that I die" Good Charlotte
A seventeen-year-old Draco Malfoy walked into the bathroom, looked around it then nodded, as if approving of the decorations and luxury of it, then his eyes focused on Harry and Hermione.
"Damn Hermione..... You really are a ho! Mind if I join in?" Malfoy kneeled down next to Harry.
"Wha- Malfoy.....how the hell did you get in here? How does everyone know our password?" Harry looked from the door to Malfoy.
"Easy, its 'Gryffindor', like no one can guess *that*," Malfoy looked at Hermione and smirked, looking up and down her naked body.
"Ok, Draco. But why are you here?" Hermione asked, not at all bothered that she was naked in front of two guys. Harry raised an eyebrow, since when had they been on a first name basis?
"Came to visit my favorite mudblood," Hermione let out a snort of laughter and shook her head, while Harry just looked confused.
"Ok, what the fuck.....?" Harry finally said.
"You never told him, 'Mione?"
"Told me what?" Harry looked at Hermione.
"Uhh.....Draco and I, um, went out....." Hermione looked over at Draco, the second man she had shared a bed with.
"What?! *Please* tell me you're joking," Harry looked from Malfoy to Hermione.
"Yup, she was a pretty good fuck too, one of my bests....." Draco smirked; Hermione hit him on his shoulder, hard. "Damn! Still a violent bitch!"
"And you're still an asshole!" Hermione and Draco were just playing, that's how they acted when they secretly went out.
"Thanks," Draco smirked.
"Ok, I'm gunna go put some clothes on," Hermione rolled her eyes and got up, "I trust you boys to be nice while I'm gone?"
Malfoy and Harry just glared at each other, not saying a word. Hermione raised an eyebrow at this then left to go to her room. As she was getting changed she thought about Draco and Harry, the two most wanted guys in the school, that both liked her. Most girls would probably kill to be where she was now, but if they knew about Ron they wouldn't.
Once Hermione had finished getting dressed, she heard pounding at the portrait hole. The pounding sounded threatening, it sounded stupid but it seemed as if when she opened the portrait hole Ron would be there with his wand drawn about to kill her or something. Hermione stood a foot away from the portrait, she apprehensively opened it, to see something she would have rather not.
Justin lie on the floor, both his wrists slit deeply. His eyes were wide open in shock; blood was still spilling out of his wrists.....all over the floor. Hermione couldn't keep it in any longer; she let out a loud scream that could send a chill up your spine.
Harry and Draco almost instantly came running out to her. They stopped behind her and looked at Justin.
"Oh my god," Harry said, then looked over at Draco, "Why weren't you with him?"
Draco, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan shared a room with Justin. Harry thought they would of all been together and this wouldn't of happened.
I-I-.....well we never thought he would be in any danger! Seamus and Dean went to see their girls and I came here....." Draco defended himself.
"We've got to tell Dumbledore!" Harry looked from Draco to Hermione.
"Ok....you two go get him, I'll stay here..." Hermione looked down at Justin, a tear hell down her cheek.
"Ok," Draco and Harry instantly ran off.
Hermione kneeled down next to Justin, the only guy she had truly loved. She slipped her hand under his, and remembered the first time they held hands. Back then when they had gone out, without a care in the world, only each other. Now he would never hold her hand again, now he would never say 'I love you' again, and now he would never say her name again. He was truly gone.
Harry and Draco came running back, accompanied by Dumbledore. Since the head's common room was so close to Dumbledore's office it took them under a minute.
"Oh my..." Dumbledore began shakily, "Boys... go tell professor Mcgonnagal to contact Justin's parents and tell them to come here... hurry!"
qod: How was that peoples? Yea. for all you that speak French you would know that Le meurtre De L'Innocent means The Murder Of The Innocent. Review my little readers...
