3. The Tears
Draco woke up the next morning, feeling rather empty. Strange, he thought, I'd had eaten rather a lot last night. Fine, it was comfort eating. I had needed it. I was unhappy. Yes, I'm supposed to be happy with girls chasing after me, but I'm depressed. What the Hell for? And why do I have a strange pain in my neck?
He couldn't be bothered moving. Maybe someone could tell Snape he was ill. Yes, then he could stay in bed all day, all night, all the next day…
He opened his eyes, and watched the door. Suddenly Goyle came in. "Draco, that devil girl - " He stopped, his mouth left hanging open. "Draco? Oi, Draco! Wake up!"
"I am awake, you idiot," Draco snarled, but his mouth didn't move.
Goyle walked over to the bed and put his forefinger on Draco's head, then wobbled it about. "Draco? Oi, are you dead?"
"No, now get away," he ordered Goyle. He sat up and got out of the bed, then turned. And saw… "NO! My beautiful, beautiful body!" he yelled. "Who did this?" he screamed at Goyle.
"Crabbe, come and look! Draco's been killed!"
Draco shook as he examined the enormous stab marks in the side of his neck, with blood splattered on his immaculate (well they were before) white sheets. "Go and tell Snape, one of you!"
"Should we tell someone?" Crabbe asked.
"Yes, you numbskull! SNAPE!"
"Yeah, Snape," replied Goyle, and they both ran.
Draco stood, shaking, watching the blood seep into the bed. "Who did this to me?" he asked no one. "Why?" He stood for sometime, waiting. "Finally!" yelled Draco, as his Potions teacher swept into the room.
"Oh," Snape's eyes widened as he saw his prize students body. "Oh."
"Is that all you can say?" Screamed Draco. "I trusted you, I thought you would do something!"
"We must tell Dumbledore. We must inform the school that Draco Malfoy has been murdered."
"Ooh, can I watch?" asked Draco.
3/~*~~*~~*~\3
Draco watched the school pour into the hall. The message they had all been given was 'Urgent assembly in the Great Hall now' - and he should know, he watched Dumbledore deliver the message personally to all the houses. He was pleased to see that he had caused this much commotion. Well, him and some murderous student. Or teacher. Maybe McGonagall killed him, because of one of those comments in Transfiguration. She did give him dirty looks…
He realised that he was sat on the Gryffindor table when he heard a voice behind him. He turned to see Hermione, Potter and Weasley stood behind him. "Hey, I can't see Malfoy. It's probably his fault we're here, so why isn't he here?" Hermione asked.
"Hey, maybe it was YOU!" Draco growled. Then he realised - he was sat by Hermione! And she didn't know!
"He's probably with Filch or something, doing detention," Weasley said.
"Sounds a bit hopeful, and Filch is over there," Potter pointed out.
"Impressive - you've all been told about this!" Draco nodded.
"Here's Dumbledore," Granger whispered.
Dumbledore stood at the front of the hall, looking grave. "This is an important message," he began. "Someone here has done something inexcusable. They have killed someone."
"Bet Malfoy killed them," Weasley muttered.
"No, you idiot! I was the one being murdered!"
"The person slain was…"
"Come on!" yelled Draco. "Tell them! I want to see their reactions!"
"Draco Malfoy. I would advise the killer to own up now."
A gasp rose around the hall. Everyone knew him, either as being 'The Gorgeous Draco' or 'The Evil Malfoy'. Either way, they knew his name. Draco checked his own house. The girls were crying, as were a lot of others in different houses. The boys grouped up into serious huddles. Suddenly a cry went up from behind him. "YES!" Everyone fell silent and stared.
Draco spun around angrily, to glare at Weasley. "You evil little…" Draco snarled. He rose up his fist and punched Weasley in the face. Of course, he went straight through him…
3/~*~~*~~*~\3
Draco went back to his room after the assembly to see if he could figure out who killed him, but the only thing he could see was a black smudge on his left hand.
He sat down on his bed, and put his head in his hands. Then he began to do something he vowed he would never do, ever again.
Draco Malfoy started to cry.
When he was five, he had said 'please' to his house elf. His father had shouted at him, saying he was being too nice to it. He had run to his mother, crying, and she had hugged him and comforted him. But then, his parents had an argument. Draco had decided he would never cry again.
A picture flashed into his head.
Narcissa ran into the room, and threw her arms around Draco. "Come back! Please, please come back!" she sobbed, clutching at her child's limp body.
"Leave it." His father said, standing over her. "No amount of crying will bring him back. He was worthless, anyway…"
Draco fell to his knees, howling miserably. No - one heard him. No - one saw him. No - one will ever hear me. No - one will ever see me. Ever, ever again.
"Whoever killed me? You'd better watch out. I'm going to get you," Draco wept pitifully. "Some how, Some where, I'm going to get revenge…"
Draco woke up the next morning, feeling rather empty. Strange, he thought, I'd had eaten rather a lot last night. Fine, it was comfort eating. I had needed it. I was unhappy. Yes, I'm supposed to be happy with girls chasing after me, but I'm depressed. What the Hell for? And why do I have a strange pain in my neck?
He couldn't be bothered moving. Maybe someone could tell Snape he was ill. Yes, then he could stay in bed all day, all night, all the next day…
He opened his eyes, and watched the door. Suddenly Goyle came in. "Draco, that devil girl - " He stopped, his mouth left hanging open. "Draco? Oi, Draco! Wake up!"
"I am awake, you idiot," Draco snarled, but his mouth didn't move.
Goyle walked over to the bed and put his forefinger on Draco's head, then wobbled it about. "Draco? Oi, are you dead?"
"No, now get away," he ordered Goyle. He sat up and got out of the bed, then turned. And saw… "NO! My beautiful, beautiful body!" he yelled. "Who did this?" he screamed at Goyle.
"Crabbe, come and look! Draco's been killed!"
Draco shook as he examined the enormous stab marks in the side of his neck, with blood splattered on his immaculate (well they were before) white sheets. "Go and tell Snape, one of you!"
"Should we tell someone?" Crabbe asked.
"Yes, you numbskull! SNAPE!"
"Yeah, Snape," replied Goyle, and they both ran.
Draco stood, shaking, watching the blood seep into the bed. "Who did this to me?" he asked no one. "Why?" He stood for sometime, waiting. "Finally!" yelled Draco, as his Potions teacher swept into the room.
"Oh," Snape's eyes widened as he saw his prize students body. "Oh."
"Is that all you can say?" Screamed Draco. "I trusted you, I thought you would do something!"
"We must tell Dumbledore. We must inform the school that Draco Malfoy has been murdered."
"Ooh, can I watch?" asked Draco.
3/~*~~*~~*~\3
Draco watched the school pour into the hall. The message they had all been given was 'Urgent assembly in the Great Hall now' - and he should know, he watched Dumbledore deliver the message personally to all the houses. He was pleased to see that he had caused this much commotion. Well, him and some murderous student. Or teacher. Maybe McGonagall killed him, because of one of those comments in Transfiguration. She did give him dirty looks…
He realised that he was sat on the Gryffindor table when he heard a voice behind him. He turned to see Hermione, Potter and Weasley stood behind him. "Hey, I can't see Malfoy. It's probably his fault we're here, so why isn't he here?" Hermione asked.
"Hey, maybe it was YOU!" Draco growled. Then he realised - he was sat by Hermione! And she didn't know!
"He's probably with Filch or something, doing detention," Weasley said.
"Sounds a bit hopeful, and Filch is over there," Potter pointed out.
"Impressive - you've all been told about this!" Draco nodded.
"Here's Dumbledore," Granger whispered.
Dumbledore stood at the front of the hall, looking grave. "This is an important message," he began. "Someone here has done something inexcusable. They have killed someone."
"Bet Malfoy killed them," Weasley muttered.
"No, you idiot! I was the one being murdered!"
"The person slain was…"
"Come on!" yelled Draco. "Tell them! I want to see their reactions!"
"Draco Malfoy. I would advise the killer to own up now."
A gasp rose around the hall. Everyone knew him, either as being 'The Gorgeous Draco' or 'The Evil Malfoy'. Either way, they knew his name. Draco checked his own house. The girls were crying, as were a lot of others in different houses. The boys grouped up into serious huddles. Suddenly a cry went up from behind him. "YES!" Everyone fell silent and stared.
Draco spun around angrily, to glare at Weasley. "You evil little…" Draco snarled. He rose up his fist and punched Weasley in the face. Of course, he went straight through him…
3/~*~~*~~*~\3
Draco went back to his room after the assembly to see if he could figure out who killed him, but the only thing he could see was a black smudge on his left hand.
He sat down on his bed, and put his head in his hands. Then he began to do something he vowed he would never do, ever again.
Draco Malfoy started to cry.
When he was five, he had said 'please' to his house elf. His father had shouted at him, saying he was being too nice to it. He had run to his mother, crying, and she had hugged him and comforted him. But then, his parents had an argument. Draco had decided he would never cry again.
A picture flashed into his head.
Narcissa ran into the room, and threw her arms around Draco. "Come back! Please, please come back!" she sobbed, clutching at her child's limp body.
"Leave it." His father said, standing over her. "No amount of crying will bring him back. He was worthless, anyway…"
Draco fell to his knees, howling miserably. No - one heard him. No - one saw him. No - one will ever hear me. No - one will ever see me. Ever, ever again.
"Whoever killed me? You'd better watch out. I'm going to get you," Draco wept pitifully. "Some how, Some where, I'm going to get revenge…"