Title: Th Story of My life...

Author: Illmantrim

Character: Draco Malfoy

'Verse: Harry Potterdom Au

Pairing: none

Rating: PG-13

Summary: At the edge of death, Draco contemplates life... and death...

Warning/Squick--Character death implied.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to JKR. I don't own them (though I wished I did).

Author's note: Set after OoTP and a little in an AU future.

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If you're lazy you get lonely

They say you only get what you deserve

"Who Goes First?" - Ned's Atomic Dustbin

There was no reason for it. That was the thought going through his head as Draco stood at the edge. He had felt himself grow disconnected from everyone, but it hadnt been out of any real desire for lonliness, it had merely been out of a sense of laziness. Since the imprisonment of his father and the standoffishness of his friends and his hangers-on...he had felt like nothing was real. he idly remembered a snatch of song as he gazed down at the rocks the glinted so bright and shiny and sharp.

'If you're lazy you get lonely

They say you only get what you deserve'

he laughed, a harsh bitter sound, that sent him into a coughing fit anf almost sent him careening precipitously down the cliff.

he clutched at his sides refusing to look down.

He had gotten what he deserved, indeed. Deserved for believing in anything at all. Deserved for letting anyone ever in. he looked won at the rocks and shudderred, his mind recoiling into the darkness he had let in. His despair feeling like a wild beast just barely imprisoned within him.

He had no reasons to be here in this place anymore. No reason to play all of the games. His father was gone. His friends...he laughed a bitter revelatory laugh. he had had no friends at all, none that were true anyway. And so it was hardly surprising that he was alone as he had always been. And his great sefret was that he despised being alone and it had greown on him lately like a moss that infiltrated his every pore...

He gazed down into the abyss and his heart just stopped... and he stepped...

...he felt the wind stream past...

...the words of the song drowning him as he fell...

...the sky turned sickeningly a blue grey color...

..the rocks hove into view rushing up and up...

...he wondered what would death be like...

..he wondered what ne-

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