***

I have to face it.

He's gone.

He didn't like any one.

Even me.

He didn't want to carry on living.

He hated his life.

I can see his point.

I re-read his note.

I hate myself.

I hate my life.

A life without him.

I throw the note of the cliff.

It floats down. Swaying in the beezing.

It lands in the lake.

Draco Malfoy is gone.

Draco Malfoy is dead.

Pansy Parkinson is dead.

***

I'll leave up to you to decide wether she jumps or if she just feels dead on the inside.
P.s "I" is Pansy arkinson but I reckon you should have figured that out from the last line.