Chapter One:
ONE YEAR LATER:
All the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind.
"Draco, are you okay?"
I looked up, my face blank. I shook my trance away, then smiled the tiniest bit. "I'm fine, Parkinson. What were you saying?"
Pansy looked me over concernedly, an eyebrow raised. "Are you sure? You look bad-do you want to go lie down?"
I shook his head. "No, I'm okay, really. I was just thinking about something."
"Ah," Pansy sighed, raising her glass slightly. "Potter. God, Draco, it was a bloody year ago! I'd think you'd get over it by now."
"It's not that easy, Parkinson," I hissed irritably. "I can't just act like nothing happened."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Look, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, right? Lunch, at one?"
I nodded. "Of course. Bye, Pansy."
One year. Exactly. Well, one year, two hours, and forty-six seconds, to be exact.
He left that long ago. Damn, I still miss him. I remember exactly what happened. We were sitting at this table. I was in this seat, and he was in the seat that Parkinson had just left. I remember how I felt perfectly, because I still feel it.
I can't remember how it is to be happy. The last day I really loved was the last day I had Harry's love.
God, I'm pathetic. Am I supposed to feel this way? It's been a bloody year, as Pansy had said. And-well, I'm a Malfoy!
Of course, I've discovered that long ago. I'm a Malfoy-I'm not supposed to love-and yet, I love Harry, with all my heart.
Well, nothing I can do now. He's gone, for good.
He moved to America after we broke up. He thought it would be better that way. Less complicated.
I suppose he must have found a good job there. Otherwise, he'd probably be back here in England.
It's hard to live like this. It's hard to stand this bar, but it's impossible to avoid. It's the entrance to the Wizarding world-I need to come here every once in a while. And every time I step foot in this building, I automatically come to this table.
Well, I do have other things to take care of. Mainly my therapy, which starts in about twenty minutes.
I know what you're thinking, and yes. I go to therapy. For several reasons. Mainly because of my depressing, disturbing childhood, my abusive parents, my ex who I still love, and that fact that I can't seem to keep a job. Oh, and the reoccurring dreams I have every fucking night.
I stood up and put a few sickles on the table, for a tip. Harry got me in the habit of doing that. If I didn't he'd nag at me until I went back and gave the tip to the waitress.. Little things like that is why I hated him yet loved him so much. He was always thinking of others.
Ah, I know I should stop obsessing, but I can't help it. I mean, who doesn't obsess over him?
Well, Pansy. She hates him, but she managed to let it go when we were dating. Amazing. Of course, she hated him even more because of it, because she always liked me.
I sighed as I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, praying that Harry would come back to me.
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A/N: How do you like it??? I know Draco's PoV isn't quite as interesting as it could be.. Oh, well, I'll work on the rest now, along with the fifty other fanfictions that I'm writing.. I hope you're all happy with me, because I'm not. School just started, and after tomorrow, I'll really have to slow it down due to homework. SORRY!!!! I don't know why I started on so many fanfictions right now... I just have so many great ideas, I can't stop! And I'm scaring myself with it! So I'm not gonna start anymore fanfictions for now, just work on the ones I'm already writing, and when I'm done with those, I might take a break.. But I'll wait until then to determine that. I might not wanna stop then.
Okay, I have to go, because I just bored you all with my next ten years. LOL! Anyway, bye, bye, TTFN, deathdragon4!!!
ONE YEAR LATER:
All the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind.
"Draco, are you okay?"
I looked up, my face blank. I shook my trance away, then smiled the tiniest bit. "I'm fine, Parkinson. What were you saying?"
Pansy looked me over concernedly, an eyebrow raised. "Are you sure? You look bad-do you want to go lie down?"
I shook his head. "No, I'm okay, really. I was just thinking about something."
"Ah," Pansy sighed, raising her glass slightly. "Potter. God, Draco, it was a bloody year ago! I'd think you'd get over it by now."
"It's not that easy, Parkinson," I hissed irritably. "I can't just act like nothing happened."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Look, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, right? Lunch, at one?"
I nodded. "Of course. Bye, Pansy."
One year. Exactly. Well, one year, two hours, and forty-six seconds, to be exact.
He left that long ago. Damn, I still miss him. I remember exactly what happened. We were sitting at this table. I was in this seat, and he was in the seat that Parkinson had just left. I remember how I felt perfectly, because I still feel it.
I can't remember how it is to be happy. The last day I really loved was the last day I had Harry's love.
God, I'm pathetic. Am I supposed to feel this way? It's been a bloody year, as Pansy had said. And-well, I'm a Malfoy!
Of course, I've discovered that long ago. I'm a Malfoy-I'm not supposed to love-and yet, I love Harry, with all my heart.
Well, nothing I can do now. He's gone, for good.
He moved to America after we broke up. He thought it would be better that way. Less complicated.
I suppose he must have found a good job there. Otherwise, he'd probably be back here in England.
It's hard to live like this. It's hard to stand this bar, but it's impossible to avoid. It's the entrance to the Wizarding world-I need to come here every once in a while. And every time I step foot in this building, I automatically come to this table.
Well, I do have other things to take care of. Mainly my therapy, which starts in about twenty minutes.
I know what you're thinking, and yes. I go to therapy. For several reasons. Mainly because of my depressing, disturbing childhood, my abusive parents, my ex who I still love, and that fact that I can't seem to keep a job. Oh, and the reoccurring dreams I have every fucking night.
I stood up and put a few sickles on the table, for a tip. Harry got me in the habit of doing that. If I didn't he'd nag at me until I went back and gave the tip to the waitress.. Little things like that is why I hated him yet loved him so much. He was always thinking of others.
Ah, I know I should stop obsessing, but I can't help it. I mean, who doesn't obsess over him?
Well, Pansy. She hates him, but she managed to let it go when we were dating. Amazing. Of course, she hated him even more because of it, because she always liked me.
I sighed as I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, praying that Harry would come back to me.
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A/N: How do you like it??? I know Draco's PoV isn't quite as interesting as it could be.. Oh, well, I'll work on the rest now, along with the fifty other fanfictions that I'm writing.. I hope you're all happy with me, because I'm not. School just started, and after tomorrow, I'll really have to slow it down due to homework. SORRY!!!! I don't know why I started on so many fanfictions right now... I just have so many great ideas, I can't stop! And I'm scaring myself with it! So I'm not gonna start anymore fanfictions for now, just work on the ones I'm already writing, and when I'm done with those, I might take a break.. But I'll wait until then to determine that. I might not wanna stop then.
Okay, I have to go, because I just bored you all with my next ten years. LOL! Anyway, bye, bye, TTFN, deathdragon4!!!
