::A/N::
________ =Flashbacks/thoughts
(( ____ ))=Diary/Journal entries or just things one of them wrote **FYI: I wrote all of the poems, ect so please ask before you take and give me credit cuz copyin and pastin dont take skill.... **
*** _____ ***=Song lyrics- look at the song credits at the end of each chapter....
disclaimer: I don't own the HP series, yada yada...
Fic Info:
Title: Whispers of Suicide
Rating: R for violence, gore, suicide, drug use, heavy language, some sexual situations
Summary:
Draco is struggling with his life- his suicide attempts getting worse and worse...
Pansy is fighting with her all to keep him alive, but he is slowly dragging her down with him...
Other Info:
Told in different POVs, each time ** is put between text, the POV changes. Contains things like letters, diary entries, song lyrics, and the occasional "Daily Prophet" article. Told in a very interesting and capturing way....
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...**Chapter 8**...
"He's bloody insane, he is," a Slytherin thrid year said to her friend. "He used to be such a little sex god- but now look at him. Wallowing around in his own little world." The other girl nodded, and Pansy glared at them as they walked past her. It hurt her to hear such things about Draco, but she knew it was all true. That's what hurt the most.
The truth.
**
Draco walked alone in the hallway, his books by his side, holding them with one hand. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the stares and whispers. He saw a couple of girls pointing at him, trying to get a better look of his wrists. He just shoved his hand in his pocket and kept on walking. He knew what they all thought of him- and now, he didn't really care.
Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him around a corner. He was face-to-face with Millie. "Look, Draco, I'm real sorry bout your father..." "Don't mention him, please." Draco said, slipping his arm around her waist. "You weren't planning on going to class....were you?" Millie said, raising an eyebrow at him. Draco gave her a sly smile and shook his head, before pulling her into a dark empty classroom and shutting the door.
**
Draco whipped Pansy around into his arms, smiling at her. "Hey, babe," he said, ignoring the irritated look on her face. "You got time for a little empty-classroom-meeting?" "Not with YOU," she said, pulling away from him. "Not after I saw you leaving one of your previous 'empty-classroom-meetings' with Millicent Bulstrode." "She isn't important. You are." "Important? I'm only important because you need someone to make miserable- someone to transfer all your fucking pain and misery to." "That's not true. I love you." "Love me, eh? That really explains all the times you've held a fucking knife to my throat threatening to kill me!" "I wasn't being me those days, Pans. I'm starting to realize how precious you are to me." "Precious? Leave me the hell alone." "I need you, Pansy." "You're obviously doing better- why would you need someone to hold your hand now that you're alright again?" "Pansy..." "Just leave me alone!"
**
Pansy awoke, shivering. A warm breath on her neck. Too terrified to make a sound, she laid still. "Don't scream, precious, I'm here." Lips on her skin. Pansy whirled over onto her side, her eyes meeting with Draco's. The curtains on the bed were closed, blocking out the moonlight. Pansy tried to scream, but he clasped a hand over her mouth. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes. "Don't be afraid, Pans..."
**
Hermione Granger was walking by the hospital wing when she saw Pansy Parkinson emerging from it's open doors. Hermione smirked and walked up to her. "Your little boyfriend in there again?" Pansy glared at her. "Or, wait, no, have YOU gone psycho now too?" Pansy stood- silently screaming. "Ha. I hear slitting your wrists is really fun. Maybe we should have a psycho party for you and Malfoy- a slitting your wrists party!" Pansy reached out and hit Hermione, sending her to the floor. "You'd think you woulda learned the first time, Granger, you dumb fuck."
**
Pansy bumped into Harry Potter in the hallway. Her hand flew up to her arm, clutching it in pain. "I didn't hit you THAT hard, did I?" Potter said, feeling guilty. "No...it's just a bruise I have there..." "From what?" Pansy glared at him. "None of your buisness, Potter." Pansy stormed away, rubbing her arm.
He wasn't himself. Schitzophrenia is what the muggles call it. Two sides- one that I fear so much I shudder to think of it. He turns into this "other person" when he gets angry- or sometimes- randomly. You never know when his alter-ego will strike. He was in my bed- whispering things. Not Draco. It wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone had taken over his mind. He....he did so many hurtful things....I...don't even know how to begin. It began with the rough kissing- enough to make it hurt- I could barely breathe. Then it was the shoving and the hitting. But then came the stripping....and the hurting. He violated me- he violated me so much I will never recover. Ah, Merlin, what am I gonna do?
~*~
Short, but i HAD to update.
so...draco...err....raped pansy?
......
sara
________ =Flashbacks/thoughts
(( ____ ))=Diary/Journal entries or just things one of them wrote **FYI: I wrote all of the poems, ect so please ask before you take and give me credit cuz copyin and pastin dont take skill.... **
*** _____ ***=Song lyrics- look at the song credits at the end of each chapter....
disclaimer: I don't own the HP series, yada yada...
Fic Info:
Title: Whispers of Suicide
Rating: R for violence, gore, suicide, drug use, heavy language, some sexual situations
Summary:
Draco is struggling with his life- his suicide attempts getting worse and worse...
Pansy is fighting with her all to keep him alive, but he is slowly dragging her down with him...
Other Info:
Told in different POVs, each time ** is put between text, the POV changes. Contains things like letters, diary entries, song lyrics, and the occasional "Daily Prophet" article. Told in a very interesting and capturing way....
******************************************************************************************************
...**Chapter 8**...
"He's bloody insane, he is," a Slytherin thrid year said to her friend. "He used to be such a little sex god- but now look at him. Wallowing around in his own little world." The other girl nodded, and Pansy glared at them as they walked past her. It hurt her to hear such things about Draco, but she knew it was all true. That's what hurt the most.
The truth.
**
Draco walked alone in the hallway, his books by his side, holding them with one hand. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the stares and whispers. He saw a couple of girls pointing at him, trying to get a better look of his wrists. He just shoved his hand in his pocket and kept on walking. He knew what they all thought of him- and now, he didn't really care.
Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him around a corner. He was face-to-face with Millie. "Look, Draco, I'm real sorry bout your father..." "Don't mention him, please." Draco said, slipping his arm around her waist. "You weren't planning on going to class....were you?" Millie said, raising an eyebrow at him. Draco gave her a sly smile and shook his head, before pulling her into a dark empty classroom and shutting the door.
**
Draco whipped Pansy around into his arms, smiling at her. "Hey, babe," he said, ignoring the irritated look on her face. "You got time for a little empty-classroom-meeting?" "Not with YOU," she said, pulling away from him. "Not after I saw you leaving one of your previous 'empty-classroom-meetings' with Millicent Bulstrode." "She isn't important. You are." "Important? I'm only important because you need someone to make miserable- someone to transfer all your fucking pain and misery to." "That's not true. I love you." "Love me, eh? That really explains all the times you've held a fucking knife to my throat threatening to kill me!" "I wasn't being me those days, Pans. I'm starting to realize how precious you are to me." "Precious? Leave me the hell alone." "I need you, Pansy." "You're obviously doing better- why would you need someone to hold your hand now that you're alright again?" "Pansy..." "Just leave me alone!"
**
Pansy awoke, shivering. A warm breath on her neck. Too terrified to make a sound, she laid still. "Don't scream, precious, I'm here." Lips on her skin. Pansy whirled over onto her side, her eyes meeting with Draco's. The curtains on the bed were closed, blocking out the moonlight. Pansy tried to scream, but he clasped a hand over her mouth. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes. "Don't be afraid, Pans..."
**
Hermione Granger was walking by the hospital wing when she saw Pansy Parkinson emerging from it's open doors. Hermione smirked and walked up to her. "Your little boyfriend in there again?" Pansy glared at her. "Or, wait, no, have YOU gone psycho now too?" Pansy stood- silently screaming. "Ha. I hear slitting your wrists is really fun. Maybe we should have a psycho party for you and Malfoy- a slitting your wrists party!" Pansy reached out and hit Hermione, sending her to the floor. "You'd think you woulda learned the first time, Granger, you dumb fuck."
**
Pansy bumped into Harry Potter in the hallway. Her hand flew up to her arm, clutching it in pain. "I didn't hit you THAT hard, did I?" Potter said, feeling guilty. "No...it's just a bruise I have there..." "From what?" Pansy glared at him. "None of your buisness, Potter." Pansy stormed away, rubbing her arm.
He wasn't himself. Schitzophrenia is what the muggles call it. Two sides- one that I fear so much I shudder to think of it. He turns into this "other person" when he gets angry- or sometimes- randomly. You never know when his alter-ego will strike. He was in my bed- whispering things. Not Draco. It wasn't him. It was someone else. Someone had taken over his mind. He....he did so many hurtful things....I...don't even know how to begin. It began with the rough kissing- enough to make it hurt- I could barely breathe. Then it was the shoving and the hitting. But then came the stripping....and the hurting. He violated me- he violated me so much I will never recover. Ah, Merlin, what am I gonna do?
~*~
Short, but i HAD to update.
so...draco...err....raped pansy?
......
sara