Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot (???) to this fic and the poem at the end of each chapter.
I Just wanted to say that I have decided to as quickly as possible complete this story. Much thanks to any and all reviewers and especially Rose for her very long, slightly insane (^_~), and
rather touching review and email. Thank you again for putting my fan fiction on your site and I promise once this one is finished I will make sure to start again on a much better and well written fan fiction. And now onto the second to last chapter...
Chapter 8: Sayonara
Tomorrow had come sooner then Draco would have ever wished. It sped by, the classes in which he thought would take far too long flashed by and now the eager and anxious Slytherin waited inside the Astronomy Tower, staring into the deep inky sky that consumed him like a disease. Interminable thoughts swarmed his head, intertwining themselves in useless patterns, worries, concerns, fears, they intermingled in a swamp of silly thoughts, endless thoughts. Draco could feel his breath hitch as he saw a figure approach him from the corner enveloped in shadows. Draco couldn't comprehend the strange feeling he felt, the anxieties that filled his mind, as he waited for Harry to arrive. It was all too late to deny that he felt an attraction to the boy, the disheveled dark hair and piercing green eyes could have a massive effect on anyone... but there was something else. Whatever else this was frightened Draco more than his father and Voldemort combined. It was a raw, pure emotion, something other than a familiar lust, a feeling that made Draco want to talk about things he never knew he cared about. But did this mean he was weak? That's how it was taught in the Malfoy Manor. Malfoy... the name that carried such responsibility, and ever so much meaning... And yet when Draco was with Harry that meaning seemed so very empty. He couldn't think like this, Harry would only hurt him some how. Draco never knew how to truly hurt. The feeling and pain became numb at a young age, and the desolate Draco took over. He didn't want to feel. He couldn't bear to feel again. And he wouldn't....
"Draco..."
The figure fully emerged from the shadows revealing himself to be none other than Harry Potter. He looked just as nervous as Draco felt as he slowly moved over to the window in which Draco was near. Harry's eyes were stormy with emotions that the Slytherin couldn't quite decipher.
"Draco," he started once again taking a small step forward, "there's something I need to tell you..."
But what was it that Harry needed to tell Draco? Could he admit something to the fair-haired boy in front of him that he had barely admitted to himself? Harry still was in shock that he could actually harbor feelings for the usually cruel and arrogant Slytherin.
All the emotions Draco had tried in vain to suppress came flooding back at seeing Harry's nervous posture, his anxious countenance and those vibrant emerald eyes that stared straight into Draco's in such a forward manner it seemed to contradict the obvious discomfort within Harry's being. Despite the rush of emotion overtaking the blonde Slytherin, Draco pushed aside these fervent feelings and prepared himself to do what he must. It was his duty as a Malfoy... he couldn't let himself become attached to anything nor anyone. He had to end whatever it was that was beginning to spark between the two, these foolish feelings that had begun to eat away at Draco's entire being. He opened his mouth, ready to speak and stop this all right away but was quickly interrupted by a pair of warm strong arms wrapping around himself.
Harry, not knowing how to tell Draco about his feelings could only do the first thing that came to mind. He swiftly moved over to the blonde and embraced him.
Draco's breath hitched for a moment feeling the warm figure against himself, so close that Draco could feel the Gryfindor's heartbeat thundering against him, fierce and rapid much like the heartbeat of the pale Slytherin's. The emotions that poured from Harry to Draco in that one simple embrace were so pure, so real, and so very strong it was nearly painful to feel. Draco was stuck, lost forever in this painful embrace, drowning in feelings that were always denied to his usual cold and empty exterior. He couldn't do it.. He had to break this right now.
"I want to be with you..."
Harry's soft words caused something inside of Draco to break. He couldn't do this. After taking one more breath Draco betrayed every feeling and emotion that was surging through his being at the moment.
"No..."
The word fell from Draco's mouth before he could even realize what he was doing. Taking a small step back and exiting from the fervent embrace he gave Harry a hard shove causing the Boy Who Lived to fall a few steps back. It took all of Draco's inner strength to ignore the hurt and confusion which passed over Harry's face.
The Slytherin's face quickly iced over, his turbulent grey eyes frosting into frozen pools of silver, his pale face utterly still.
"Well Potter," Draco bitterly spat, "Did you ever dare to think that perhaps I don't want to be with you. Your so foolish, thinking that I care about you... Your just a conquest, a silly little prize in my game. And looks as if I've won, seems you're a little whore Potter huh?"
Harry winced but remained silent as he took a few steps away from the pale Slytherin. Draco smirked at this and continued.
"Golden boy... hardly, your nothing but a tramp, a stupid Gryfindor slut. Your nothing to me!"
Harry was now a considerable distance form Draco, his emerald eyes wide with shock and drowning in interminable pain.
"You lie.." was all The Boy Who Lived could respond his voice low and shaking.
In turn Draco smirked once again and shook his head.
"But what about all those things you told me. About how truthfully you didn't want to be like your father, about how you never wanted to be a death eater, all those many things about yourself and your feelings..."
Harry stopped talking at hearing the blonde's cruel laughter.
"Don't believe everything you hear Potter. Really, did you actually believe any of that rubbish!?"
Draco paused expecting the raven-haired Gryfindor to quickly say no and then leave but instead he saw Harry's eyes soften slightly. It seemed the light of the moon reflected tears in the boy's eyes.
"Actually I did..." Harry said softly not even trying to conceal the bitter misery in his voice.
Draco painfully kept his face straight and attempted to respond nastily but was interrupted by Harry's voice.
"But obviously I was horribly mistaken," this was said still slightly soft but now it was drenched in fierce anger. The dark-haired Gryfindor didn't even bother to look up again at the pale Slytherin as Harry marched out of the Astronomy Tower.
Draco fell back involuntarily a few steps and slouched against the cold wall of the tower. His silver eyes released unwanted silent tears as he lowered his head unto his arms.
'It's better this way,' he whispered to himself, 'It's my duty as a Malfoy.'
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Sorry for being so foolish
Im sorry for being so naive
Where are those promises faded unto me
Look a your lies now setting with that morbid sky
Laugh lightly at the withering light as you watched me cry
Embracing your dying words, shattered reflection of
Something that never was, watching it fade away
Where is that foolish trust, snatched away from me
Left alone your broken smile look at your sweet words die
Lasting whispers of nonexistent hopes
I'll turn away again
Watch as you pretend
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Ugh that's such a bad ending to the chapter but I didn't really know how to end this chapter. Alright so next chapter will be the last. I would again like to thank my reviewers who had reviewed my 7th chapter all those months ago and thank you again to Rose ^_^ . As for the poem, well I don't know how well it works. I actually wrote it about this guy and I happened to write it on this word document and decided to keep it. Hehe, anyway please review and tell me what you think. I believe I have an idea for an ending but any and all suggestions are welcome.
I Just wanted to say that I have decided to as quickly as possible complete this story. Much thanks to any and all reviewers and especially Rose for her very long, slightly insane (^_~), and
rather touching review and email. Thank you again for putting my fan fiction on your site and I promise once this one is finished I will make sure to start again on a much better and well written fan fiction. And now onto the second to last chapter...
Chapter 8: Sayonara
Tomorrow had come sooner then Draco would have ever wished. It sped by, the classes in which he thought would take far too long flashed by and now the eager and anxious Slytherin waited inside the Astronomy Tower, staring into the deep inky sky that consumed him like a disease. Interminable thoughts swarmed his head, intertwining themselves in useless patterns, worries, concerns, fears, they intermingled in a swamp of silly thoughts, endless thoughts. Draco could feel his breath hitch as he saw a figure approach him from the corner enveloped in shadows. Draco couldn't comprehend the strange feeling he felt, the anxieties that filled his mind, as he waited for Harry to arrive. It was all too late to deny that he felt an attraction to the boy, the disheveled dark hair and piercing green eyes could have a massive effect on anyone... but there was something else. Whatever else this was frightened Draco more than his father and Voldemort combined. It was a raw, pure emotion, something other than a familiar lust, a feeling that made Draco want to talk about things he never knew he cared about. But did this mean he was weak? That's how it was taught in the Malfoy Manor. Malfoy... the name that carried such responsibility, and ever so much meaning... And yet when Draco was with Harry that meaning seemed so very empty. He couldn't think like this, Harry would only hurt him some how. Draco never knew how to truly hurt. The feeling and pain became numb at a young age, and the desolate Draco took over. He didn't want to feel. He couldn't bear to feel again. And he wouldn't....
"Draco..."
The figure fully emerged from the shadows revealing himself to be none other than Harry Potter. He looked just as nervous as Draco felt as he slowly moved over to the window in which Draco was near. Harry's eyes were stormy with emotions that the Slytherin couldn't quite decipher.
"Draco," he started once again taking a small step forward, "there's something I need to tell you..."
But what was it that Harry needed to tell Draco? Could he admit something to the fair-haired boy in front of him that he had barely admitted to himself? Harry still was in shock that he could actually harbor feelings for the usually cruel and arrogant Slytherin.
All the emotions Draco had tried in vain to suppress came flooding back at seeing Harry's nervous posture, his anxious countenance and those vibrant emerald eyes that stared straight into Draco's in such a forward manner it seemed to contradict the obvious discomfort within Harry's being. Despite the rush of emotion overtaking the blonde Slytherin, Draco pushed aside these fervent feelings and prepared himself to do what he must. It was his duty as a Malfoy... he couldn't let himself become attached to anything nor anyone. He had to end whatever it was that was beginning to spark between the two, these foolish feelings that had begun to eat away at Draco's entire being. He opened his mouth, ready to speak and stop this all right away but was quickly interrupted by a pair of warm strong arms wrapping around himself.
Harry, not knowing how to tell Draco about his feelings could only do the first thing that came to mind. He swiftly moved over to the blonde and embraced him.
Draco's breath hitched for a moment feeling the warm figure against himself, so close that Draco could feel the Gryfindor's heartbeat thundering against him, fierce and rapid much like the heartbeat of the pale Slytherin's. The emotions that poured from Harry to Draco in that one simple embrace were so pure, so real, and so very strong it was nearly painful to feel. Draco was stuck, lost forever in this painful embrace, drowning in feelings that were always denied to his usual cold and empty exterior. He couldn't do it.. He had to break this right now.
"I want to be with you..."
Harry's soft words caused something inside of Draco to break. He couldn't do this. After taking one more breath Draco betrayed every feeling and emotion that was surging through his being at the moment.
"No..."
The word fell from Draco's mouth before he could even realize what he was doing. Taking a small step back and exiting from the fervent embrace he gave Harry a hard shove causing the Boy Who Lived to fall a few steps back. It took all of Draco's inner strength to ignore the hurt and confusion which passed over Harry's face.
The Slytherin's face quickly iced over, his turbulent grey eyes frosting into frozen pools of silver, his pale face utterly still.
"Well Potter," Draco bitterly spat, "Did you ever dare to think that perhaps I don't want to be with you. Your so foolish, thinking that I care about you... Your just a conquest, a silly little prize in my game. And looks as if I've won, seems you're a little whore Potter huh?"
Harry winced but remained silent as he took a few steps away from the pale Slytherin. Draco smirked at this and continued.
"Golden boy... hardly, your nothing but a tramp, a stupid Gryfindor slut. Your nothing to me!"
Harry was now a considerable distance form Draco, his emerald eyes wide with shock and drowning in interminable pain.
"You lie.." was all The Boy Who Lived could respond his voice low and shaking.
In turn Draco smirked once again and shook his head.
"But what about all those things you told me. About how truthfully you didn't want to be like your father, about how you never wanted to be a death eater, all those many things about yourself and your feelings..."
Harry stopped talking at hearing the blonde's cruel laughter.
"Don't believe everything you hear Potter. Really, did you actually believe any of that rubbish!?"
Draco paused expecting the raven-haired Gryfindor to quickly say no and then leave but instead he saw Harry's eyes soften slightly. It seemed the light of the moon reflected tears in the boy's eyes.
"Actually I did..." Harry said softly not even trying to conceal the bitter misery in his voice.
Draco painfully kept his face straight and attempted to respond nastily but was interrupted by Harry's voice.
"But obviously I was horribly mistaken," this was said still slightly soft but now it was drenched in fierce anger. The dark-haired Gryfindor didn't even bother to look up again at the pale Slytherin as Harry marched out of the Astronomy Tower.
Draco fell back involuntarily a few steps and slouched against the cold wall of the tower. His silver eyes released unwanted silent tears as he lowered his head unto his arms.
'It's better this way,' he whispered to himself, 'It's my duty as a Malfoy.'
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Sorry for being so foolish
Im sorry for being so naive
Where are those promises faded unto me
Look a your lies now setting with that morbid sky
Laugh lightly at the withering light as you watched me cry
Embracing your dying words, shattered reflection of
Something that never was, watching it fade away
Where is that foolish trust, snatched away from me
Left alone your broken smile look at your sweet words die
Lasting whispers of nonexistent hopes
I'll turn away again
Watch as you pretend
###############################
Ugh that's such a bad ending to the chapter but I didn't really know how to end this chapter. Alright so next chapter will be the last. I would again like to thank my reviewers who had reviewed my 7th chapter all those months ago and thank you again to Rose ^_^ . As for the poem, well I don't know how well it works. I actually wrote it about this guy and I happened to write it on this word document and decided to keep it. Hehe, anyway please review and tell me what you think. I believe I have an idea for an ending but any and all suggestions are welcome.