Chapter Twenty-Six: Darkening
A/N: Yet again, I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane (pronounced 'Rain') The song lyrics at the end of this chapter belong to Chevelle's 'Closure'.The story's a bit twisted, to warn you-and kinda long. Or at least, it will be. I hope. lol^_^ Please review, and if you must criticize, do it CONSTRUCTIVELY, k? Nothing like, 'oh, Snape's ICKY, no girl would ever go after him.' Or anything like that, k? K. ^_^ Papa Roach is very inspiring, especially the new cd..^_____^ Oh, yes, and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic. ^_^. ^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for any of these chapters- after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. Besides, if you've gotten this far, you must not really mind disturbingness. ^_^ Oh, and all poems in these stories, I wrote. (My Creative Writing teacher tells me my poetry is 'gothic'..) ^_^ O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^Sorry if this format sucks,I'm on my grandmom's comp. Too cold in garage---Yay for Dish network and the Power Rock channel!!! Inspiration-ness!!!!!!^_^; :cheers:I'm back at last!^_^; The song Closure by Chevelle was VERY inspiring, especially for this chapter..it just describes Draco's feelings so well..^_^
****************************************************************** THANKS EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED, I'LL ACKNOWLEDGE YOU INDIVIDUALLY IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR SO!!!! THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!^_____________^YOUR SUPPORT MEANS SO MUCH!^_^
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'I feel so alone and confused, Am I just being used? I don't understand, maybe I never was meant to, But I wanted a little more time to think it all through. Everything moving so much too fast, Feels like each breath may be my last. Don't know what's going on, why are you acting this way? I can only hope that things this way shall not stay.
Am I supposed to read your mind? Why do you say those things and act so kind? I cannot claim to know what you are about, I'm more used to pain from those with a tendency to shout. Why can't you behave more like what I'm used to? But no-I don't really want that, I'm the one who should change, not you. You are an angel, far beyond my reach, I should never have tried, but you can only learn what someone will teach.
Worlds reflect from my eyes. Like so many broken promises and lies. I never understood why, I never could understand, Maybe that's why my mother ignored me and obeyed my father's command. I'm broken, shattered inside and out with no hope for salvation, Then you appear, clothed in light like a vision. And still I do not know why, you make no sense at all, And it's too late to say, 'Caution, don't fall!'
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Draco stood, breathing heavily, in the empty classroom. As his heartbeat slowed back to normal, he tried to make sense of what was going on. 'She---read my poem. The one I was writing---.' He held a hand to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "She would cry---what's that supposed to mean?" The silvery- blonde haired Slytherin whispered, voice full of confusion and slightly cracked from the pain of running here with scraped and bruised legs. Sighing, Draco slumped into an empty desk and tried to figure out exactly what was going on inside his mind.
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Rhane stared into the mirror. She didn't know WHAT had made her say that---so foolish! Why? Where had it come from? It just---made no sense at all. The brunette knew why she'd read it, of course-She wrote poetry on occasion. Usually to accompany pieces of artwork, but---not always. They were superb for catharsis, and Rhane generally had a lot of emotion to let out. Slowly, the Gryffindor withdrew a small notebook from the bottom of a trunk, and opened it---what had her last poem been? Ah, yes, there it was-
'The leaves are bleeding, Can you hear them sing? Songs of life come to its end, Lives which ended without a single friend. Beautiful little things which did no harm, Even in death, they hold such charm.
Do you see the sky cry? It is because of humanity-the ultimate lie. Under her all-encompassing arms we cheat, murder and wrong, While half of us feel we don't belong. Love doesn't matter to this world, it's only how much you make, Or how many lives you can corrupt and take.
The river is in mourning, For its beauty humanity is scorning. We have forgotten that beauty is not how thin something is, Or even how well it can kiss. Beauty is reflected in every corner, in every eye, If only the person would look past it all and really try.'
Rhane gave a wry smile. It seemed like such a simple poem now---Her life had been so uncomplicated-unrequited love was there, then, yes--- but none of this confusion, this inner turmoil. Sighing, the girl shook herself and stood up, grabbing her bag again and heading from her Common Room to her next class.
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In a small, dark corner of the hallway, a pair of deep violet eyes raised slightly from a piece of black paper the slim figure was taping to the wall. A soft, strange smile graced the boy's sensuous lips, barely pink against eggshell-white skin. He gave a little laugh and walked from the hall, keeping to the shadows all the while.
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'Finally' Rhane thought to herself when lunch arrived. Swiftly moving, she reached the hall after a few minutes. It didn't take long for the brunette to find the letter. Looking around to see if anyone was around, Rhane opened it.
*** Dearest Rhane, fair angel of all that is good, ***
I grow impatient with waiting for you to catch a glimpse of me. Please meet me tonight in the gardens at midnight. I shall await you with the greatest of anticipation and grace.
***The shadow-walking boy of mystery who can only live for you.***
Rhane stared. 'Should I go? I mean---it might not be SAFE.' 'Feh. What makes you think so?' 'Well---Draco got hurt by this person---and he said that this boy was not a nice person---.' 'And you're going to listen to HIM??!' 'Erm---well---I guess not---Alright, then. I'll go. I'm sure I can handle it.'
The brunette Gryffindor became worried when she didn't see Draco at all at lunch, but brushed it off in order to carry on with her day.
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Draco stared at the wall. He didn't want to leave just yet, the classroom had been empty all day and, though he knew that if he didn't leave soon, the door might just lock or some such strange thing, but--- he was still trying to work everything out. Finally, after several minutes, the silver-blonde boy came to and seemed to realize what time it was. 'WHAT? Oh, bloody---bugger it all! I've missed half a day! And Rhane-what is she doing? Where is she? What if that idiot tries something? I have to leave here now!' He all but threw himself from the desk and burst out of the classroom-fortunately, no one was passing by to see him coming out of there-and rushed to the hall. Rhane, of course, was not there.
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Rhane walked out into the dark shadows of the gardens, peering about. "Hello?" She called in a whisper. Worried, she was about to turn back when a soft, silky voice met her ear.
"Walk a bit further, please. Just past that next arbor."
Feeling a bit disconcerted, Rhane followed the directions given her. "Are you here, then?" The Gryffindor asked with a bit of sarcasm tinting her voice.
A musical laugh issued from right next to her ear. She whirled about and found her eyes meeting a pair of deep, dark violet ones, rimmed darkly with black and heavily lashed with fine, jet black eyelashes, contrasting starkly with skin as pale as the moon. Rhane heard herself gasp and took a step back.
"Do not be afraid. I realize my appearance is rather startling-I am so pale, with such black hair and garments, and such odd, vivid eyes. But I assure you I mean you no harm, no, the opposite. I love you very much indeed." He had been slowly moving forward, and Rhane found herself pinned against the arbor.
"Wh-what do you want? You should know I do not love you."
His eyes widened, then narrowed as he spat, "Well, who DO you love? It isn't DRACO, I know that much! You could not prefer HIM to ME." He pulled her to him, slowly, slowly, with one arm around her waist.
She stared. It all felt like a dream-or a nightmare. "Please---do not ask me the ways of my heart. I fear to tell you, you see, and so I will not. Please release me and let me return to my safe, warm bed in my Common Room."
He shook his head ever-so-slightly and leaned forward. His lips brushed her eyes and took in the moisture of her tears, then slowly brushed her lips.
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Draco stared at the note he'd found, foolishly left there by an impatient Rhane. She was probably out there right now! He had to go there, to save her, before it was too late---even though he knew he was in no condition to do so, for he was just as bad if not worse off as he was the last time he'd confronted that imbecile. But that imbecile was persuasive and good at getting his way. 'Please don't let me be too late.' With that thought, the Slytherin rushed for the gardens.
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"Please---release me---I must go back to bed."
"But you came out here, which means you wanted to know me. If you wanted to know me, then you must have known this would happen. You knew I would snog you the minute you made the choice to come out here alone. And so I did."
"No-I came out here to ask you to please stop. I cannot bear to hurt someone's heart, but I cannot allow you to continue deluding yourself when I cannot feel the same about you. "
The pale boy's response was to lower his lips back on hers, to deliver a kiss more passionate by far than any she'd felt before.
Suddenly, a voice broke into the silence, and for once, Rhane felt herself thanking everything that Draco was there. For it was indeed the silver-blonde Slytherin, limping slightly and incredibly, furiously angry.
But this time, the anger was not directed at Rhane.
"WHAT are you DOING??!" Draco's silvery eyes flashed, his hands balled into fists.
"Nothing." Purred the quiet, smooth voice of the violet-eyed boy. A sleek eyebrow arched and the lips formed a small, wry smile.
"I SAW you. Don't deny it! She TOLD you to leave her alone and let her return to her room!"
"Who are YOU to condemn ME? Isn't that a bit like the pot calling the kettle black?" Those meek violet eyes were livid now as he tensed up, like a cat about to spring.
Draco's eyes died and his fists lowered as his body trembled. "You're right. Who AM I to tell you anything?"
In that moment of weakness, the pale youth leapt, his first blow landing in the side, and nearly knocking Draco to the ground. His second swift blow, carried out before Draco could even react, hit the other side and did knock the Slytherin down. In a desperate attempt to keep from being kicked while down, Draco grabbed the other boy's arm and pulled him viciously down with him, letting his nails dig into the skin there.
The boy appeared unharmed, however, the smile becoming wider and more genuine. "Forget something, Draco? I'm a masochist. Pain is something I like. Besides, why fight me? You know that I'm doing just as you have before. I have a right as much as you, and you cannot tell me I am wrong. Go ahead, try. Hypocrite."
Draco stared, unable to stop the tears that formed in his silver eyes, formed from pain and realizations that he had never wanted to stumble upon. The dark-clad boy stood and dusted himself off with a slightly superior look on his face. "Farewell, Draco, Lovely Rhane. I shall meet with you another time, Rhane, dear." He vanished into the shadows and Rhane rushed over to Draco.
"Are---are you alright?" Her voice caught with worry and a little bit of fear.
'Fear. That's all she feels for me. Fear, and disgust. I'm no better than HIM. No better than dirt."
He pulled away from her after she had helped him to his feet and limped to the hallway next to her Common Room in silence, holding the more painful side with one arm.
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When they reached the hall, Draco turned to walk away, still silent.
Rhane grabbed his shoulder, gently as possible, but still making him wince, and asked in a demanding voice, "What's wrong? Why are you so quiet? Please---tell me what is wrong."
He stared at her with broken eyes and spoke softly while pulling away, pushing her hand from his shoulder with careful, slow movements.
"I---I know now that I am no better than he is. I don't deserve anything from someone like you-not pity, not even friendship, and I certainly don't deserve what I thought I did-your love. I am worthless. Please, hate me as you will, despise me as you must him, but do not try and stop me. I know what I am, what I have been." The silvery-blonde haired Slytherin turned and walked away, his back receeding jerkily as he limped to his Common Room, leaving a stunned Rhane behind.
"Why?" Her voice was soft, hurt. 'But---it pains me so much---how? Why? I should be happy-he is gone now. But, I am not-I am the opposite of happy. I don't understand!' Turning, she spoke the password and rushed up the stairs, throwing off her clothes and on her nightgown and flung herself into bed, letting the soundless tears work their way into the pillows.
Author's Note: WHEE! Did you all enjoy that? A bit short, I think, but.oh well. And no, this is NOT the last chapter or anything.^_^ Have fun, please! Yay! ((Poor Draco...Here's the song that inspired me a bit as I was typing tonight.^_^
'Closure' by Chevelle-
Breathe, trust, bless me and release Climb hard or never be seen Closed off rescue to breathe Just bless me
Two-sided time Your rebirth can't hurt Branch out behind The pain
Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me!
Had to turn and lay down You're the sting of disease Phase you out should've seen this coming Go on confusing this soul Hold my breath til you rupture
Three days aside Your rebirth can't hurt Branch out behind Pride
Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me!
Like a leech I hold on as if we belonged To some precious pure dream Cast off, you've seen what's beneath Now fail me!
Forget closure Forget closure Forget closure Forget closure!
Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me (No!) Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me! (To me! No!)
A/N: Yet again, I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane (pronounced 'Rain') The song lyrics at the end of this chapter belong to Chevelle's 'Closure'.The story's a bit twisted, to warn you-and kinda long. Or at least, it will be. I hope. lol^_^ Please review, and if you must criticize, do it CONSTRUCTIVELY, k? Nothing like, 'oh, Snape's ICKY, no girl would ever go after him.' Or anything like that, k? K. ^_^ Papa Roach is very inspiring, especially the new cd..^_____^ Oh, yes, and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic. ^_^. ^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for any of these chapters- after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. Besides, if you've gotten this far, you must not really mind disturbingness. ^_^ Oh, and all poems in these stories, I wrote. (My Creative Writing teacher tells me my poetry is 'gothic'..) ^_^ O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^Sorry if this format sucks,I'm on my grandmom's comp. Too cold in garage---Yay for Dish network and the Power Rock channel!!! Inspiration-ness!!!!!!^_^; :cheers:I'm back at last!^_^; The song Closure by Chevelle was VERY inspiring, especially for this chapter..it just describes Draco's feelings so well..^_^
****************************************************************** THANKS EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED, I'LL ACKNOWLEDGE YOU INDIVIDUALLY IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OR SO!!!! THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!^_____________^YOUR SUPPORT MEANS SO MUCH!^_^
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'I feel so alone and confused, Am I just being used? I don't understand, maybe I never was meant to, But I wanted a little more time to think it all through. Everything moving so much too fast, Feels like each breath may be my last. Don't know what's going on, why are you acting this way? I can only hope that things this way shall not stay.
Am I supposed to read your mind? Why do you say those things and act so kind? I cannot claim to know what you are about, I'm more used to pain from those with a tendency to shout. Why can't you behave more like what I'm used to? But no-I don't really want that, I'm the one who should change, not you. You are an angel, far beyond my reach, I should never have tried, but you can only learn what someone will teach.
Worlds reflect from my eyes. Like so many broken promises and lies. I never understood why, I never could understand, Maybe that's why my mother ignored me and obeyed my father's command. I'm broken, shattered inside and out with no hope for salvation, Then you appear, clothed in light like a vision. And still I do not know why, you make no sense at all, And it's too late to say, 'Caution, don't fall!'
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Draco stood, breathing heavily, in the empty classroom. As his heartbeat slowed back to normal, he tried to make sense of what was going on. 'She---read my poem. The one I was writing---.' He held a hand to his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. "She would cry---what's that supposed to mean?" The silvery- blonde haired Slytherin whispered, voice full of confusion and slightly cracked from the pain of running here with scraped and bruised legs. Sighing, Draco slumped into an empty desk and tried to figure out exactly what was going on inside his mind.
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Rhane stared into the mirror. She didn't know WHAT had made her say that---so foolish! Why? Where had it come from? It just---made no sense at all. The brunette knew why she'd read it, of course-She wrote poetry on occasion. Usually to accompany pieces of artwork, but---not always. They were superb for catharsis, and Rhane generally had a lot of emotion to let out. Slowly, the Gryffindor withdrew a small notebook from the bottom of a trunk, and opened it---what had her last poem been? Ah, yes, there it was-
'The leaves are bleeding, Can you hear them sing? Songs of life come to its end, Lives which ended without a single friend. Beautiful little things which did no harm, Even in death, they hold such charm.
Do you see the sky cry? It is because of humanity-the ultimate lie. Under her all-encompassing arms we cheat, murder and wrong, While half of us feel we don't belong. Love doesn't matter to this world, it's only how much you make, Or how many lives you can corrupt and take.
The river is in mourning, For its beauty humanity is scorning. We have forgotten that beauty is not how thin something is, Or even how well it can kiss. Beauty is reflected in every corner, in every eye, If only the person would look past it all and really try.'
Rhane gave a wry smile. It seemed like such a simple poem now---Her life had been so uncomplicated-unrequited love was there, then, yes--- but none of this confusion, this inner turmoil. Sighing, the girl shook herself and stood up, grabbing her bag again and heading from her Common Room to her next class.
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In a small, dark corner of the hallway, a pair of deep violet eyes raised slightly from a piece of black paper the slim figure was taping to the wall. A soft, strange smile graced the boy's sensuous lips, barely pink against eggshell-white skin. He gave a little laugh and walked from the hall, keeping to the shadows all the while.
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'Finally' Rhane thought to herself when lunch arrived. Swiftly moving, she reached the hall after a few minutes. It didn't take long for the brunette to find the letter. Looking around to see if anyone was around, Rhane opened it.
*** Dearest Rhane, fair angel of all that is good, ***
I grow impatient with waiting for you to catch a glimpse of me. Please meet me tonight in the gardens at midnight. I shall await you with the greatest of anticipation and grace.
***The shadow-walking boy of mystery who can only live for you.***
Rhane stared. 'Should I go? I mean---it might not be SAFE.' 'Feh. What makes you think so?' 'Well---Draco got hurt by this person---and he said that this boy was not a nice person---.' 'And you're going to listen to HIM??!' 'Erm---well---I guess not---Alright, then. I'll go. I'm sure I can handle it.'
The brunette Gryffindor became worried when she didn't see Draco at all at lunch, but brushed it off in order to carry on with her day.
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Draco stared at the wall. He didn't want to leave just yet, the classroom had been empty all day and, though he knew that if he didn't leave soon, the door might just lock or some such strange thing, but--- he was still trying to work everything out. Finally, after several minutes, the silver-blonde boy came to and seemed to realize what time it was. 'WHAT? Oh, bloody---bugger it all! I've missed half a day! And Rhane-what is she doing? Where is she? What if that idiot tries something? I have to leave here now!' He all but threw himself from the desk and burst out of the classroom-fortunately, no one was passing by to see him coming out of there-and rushed to the hall. Rhane, of course, was not there.
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Rhane walked out into the dark shadows of the gardens, peering about. "Hello?" She called in a whisper. Worried, she was about to turn back when a soft, silky voice met her ear.
"Walk a bit further, please. Just past that next arbor."
Feeling a bit disconcerted, Rhane followed the directions given her. "Are you here, then?" The Gryffindor asked with a bit of sarcasm tinting her voice.
A musical laugh issued from right next to her ear. She whirled about and found her eyes meeting a pair of deep, dark violet ones, rimmed darkly with black and heavily lashed with fine, jet black eyelashes, contrasting starkly with skin as pale as the moon. Rhane heard herself gasp and took a step back.
"Do not be afraid. I realize my appearance is rather startling-I am so pale, with such black hair and garments, and such odd, vivid eyes. But I assure you I mean you no harm, no, the opposite. I love you very much indeed." He had been slowly moving forward, and Rhane found herself pinned against the arbor.
"Wh-what do you want? You should know I do not love you."
His eyes widened, then narrowed as he spat, "Well, who DO you love? It isn't DRACO, I know that much! You could not prefer HIM to ME." He pulled her to him, slowly, slowly, with one arm around her waist.
She stared. It all felt like a dream-or a nightmare. "Please---do not ask me the ways of my heart. I fear to tell you, you see, and so I will not. Please release me and let me return to my safe, warm bed in my Common Room."
He shook his head ever-so-slightly and leaned forward. His lips brushed her eyes and took in the moisture of her tears, then slowly brushed her lips.
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Draco stared at the note he'd found, foolishly left there by an impatient Rhane. She was probably out there right now! He had to go there, to save her, before it was too late---even though he knew he was in no condition to do so, for he was just as bad if not worse off as he was the last time he'd confronted that imbecile. But that imbecile was persuasive and good at getting his way. 'Please don't let me be too late.' With that thought, the Slytherin rushed for the gardens.
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"Please---release me---I must go back to bed."
"But you came out here, which means you wanted to know me. If you wanted to know me, then you must have known this would happen. You knew I would snog you the minute you made the choice to come out here alone. And so I did."
"No-I came out here to ask you to please stop. I cannot bear to hurt someone's heart, but I cannot allow you to continue deluding yourself when I cannot feel the same about you. "
The pale boy's response was to lower his lips back on hers, to deliver a kiss more passionate by far than any she'd felt before.
Suddenly, a voice broke into the silence, and for once, Rhane felt herself thanking everything that Draco was there. For it was indeed the silver-blonde Slytherin, limping slightly and incredibly, furiously angry.
But this time, the anger was not directed at Rhane.
"WHAT are you DOING??!" Draco's silvery eyes flashed, his hands balled into fists.
"Nothing." Purred the quiet, smooth voice of the violet-eyed boy. A sleek eyebrow arched and the lips formed a small, wry smile.
"I SAW you. Don't deny it! She TOLD you to leave her alone and let her return to her room!"
"Who are YOU to condemn ME? Isn't that a bit like the pot calling the kettle black?" Those meek violet eyes were livid now as he tensed up, like a cat about to spring.
Draco's eyes died and his fists lowered as his body trembled. "You're right. Who AM I to tell you anything?"
In that moment of weakness, the pale youth leapt, his first blow landing in the side, and nearly knocking Draco to the ground. His second swift blow, carried out before Draco could even react, hit the other side and did knock the Slytherin down. In a desperate attempt to keep from being kicked while down, Draco grabbed the other boy's arm and pulled him viciously down with him, letting his nails dig into the skin there.
The boy appeared unharmed, however, the smile becoming wider and more genuine. "Forget something, Draco? I'm a masochist. Pain is something I like. Besides, why fight me? You know that I'm doing just as you have before. I have a right as much as you, and you cannot tell me I am wrong. Go ahead, try. Hypocrite."
Draco stared, unable to stop the tears that formed in his silver eyes, formed from pain and realizations that he had never wanted to stumble upon. The dark-clad boy stood and dusted himself off with a slightly superior look on his face. "Farewell, Draco, Lovely Rhane. I shall meet with you another time, Rhane, dear." He vanished into the shadows and Rhane rushed over to Draco.
"Are---are you alright?" Her voice caught with worry and a little bit of fear.
'Fear. That's all she feels for me. Fear, and disgust. I'm no better than HIM. No better than dirt."
He pulled away from her after she had helped him to his feet and limped to the hallway next to her Common Room in silence, holding the more painful side with one arm.
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When they reached the hall, Draco turned to walk away, still silent.
Rhane grabbed his shoulder, gently as possible, but still making him wince, and asked in a demanding voice, "What's wrong? Why are you so quiet? Please---tell me what is wrong."
He stared at her with broken eyes and spoke softly while pulling away, pushing her hand from his shoulder with careful, slow movements.
"I---I know now that I am no better than he is. I don't deserve anything from someone like you-not pity, not even friendship, and I certainly don't deserve what I thought I did-your love. I am worthless. Please, hate me as you will, despise me as you must him, but do not try and stop me. I know what I am, what I have been." The silvery-blonde haired Slytherin turned and walked away, his back receeding jerkily as he limped to his Common Room, leaving a stunned Rhane behind.
"Why?" Her voice was soft, hurt. 'But---it pains me so much---how? Why? I should be happy-he is gone now. But, I am not-I am the opposite of happy. I don't understand!' Turning, she spoke the password and rushed up the stairs, throwing off her clothes and on her nightgown and flung herself into bed, letting the soundless tears work their way into the pillows.
Author's Note: WHEE! Did you all enjoy that? A bit short, I think, but.oh well. And no, this is NOT the last chapter or anything.^_^ Have fun, please! Yay! ((Poor Draco...Here's the song that inspired me a bit as I was typing tonight.^_^
'Closure' by Chevelle-
Breathe, trust, bless me and release Climb hard or never be seen Closed off rescue to breathe Just bless me
Two-sided time Your rebirth can't hurt Branch out behind The pain
Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me!
Had to turn and lay down You're the sting of disease Phase you out should've seen this coming Go on confusing this soul Hold my breath til you rupture
Three days aside Your rebirth can't hurt Branch out behind Pride
Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me!
Like a leech I hold on as if we belonged To some precious pure dream Cast off, you've seen what's beneath Now fail me!
Forget closure Forget closure Forget closure Forget closure!
Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me (No!) Closure has come to me myself You will never belong to me! (To me! No!)