Draco glared at Harry as they arrived in the Gryffindor common room. Unable to say anything, he only thought quietly to himself. Why couldn't it have been me? I no longer have anything to live for...but soon, neither will Potter. He followed Harry as they made their way quickly, to Dumbledore's office.
Harry tried a few passwords, but the second he tried "Acid Pops" the pathway opened. Dumbledore was sitting in his office chair, stroking Fawkes.
"What are you all doing here at this hour? And Hagrid, where have you been?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
Harry, and Hagrid explained what happened as Draco wallowed in darkness at the far corner. There voices rung out in the large office, unable to hold back their emoticons.
"Do you have anything else to add my lad?" He asked Draco.
Draco shook his head, thankful that he hadn't gotten into any sort of trouble. Yet at the same time, was angry that Lauren had gotten no recognition as being intelligent, or loving. The only thing they had to say was that she was sinister and wicked, and they were thankful she was dead. Draco was becoming suicidal, plots of how to kill himself rang through his head. He became weak at the thought of seeing Lauren die like that, he felt sick to his stomach. Stupid Potter, he thought enviously.
As Harry and Hagrid finished with the last of Dumbledore's questions, he let them on their way.
"We had suspected this for most of the year, but when we found nothing, and no one to blame, we said nothing. It is very unfortunate that this occurence happened at Hogwarts so suddenly, but maybe next time Voldemort will think twice. IF he ever returns." Dumbledore said as they left his office.
Second term faded to third and soon, the year was at a close. Draco had kept to himself all the year round; even Pansy was beginning to worry.
Harry on the other hand, had been as happy as ever. Without Lauren pulling at his heartstrings, he was free to be himself. Starting anew with Ginny, his love life never seemed to fail him. They were the most popular and one of the cutest couples at Hogwarts. Many Gryffindors were jealous at the sight of them, but rejoiced at Harry's new found happiness.
As the year came to an end, the train was there to pick them up. During the dull trip home, Draco stared out the window, watching the world go by him in a second. The sweet smell of her silky hair, her piercing eyes, how they saw right through him, and her amazing mind. All describing Lauren, all of which was gone, never to be seen again. Somehow, Draco hoped there really was a God and a Heaven, somewhere she could be happy.
Draco remembered Dumbledore's grave words as he explained that more was to come. Voldemort had been badly hurt after the struggle with Hagrid, and Dumbledore was hoping he'd give up while he was behind, even thought that was a very miniscule chance. His thoughts focused again on Lauren, the memory of watching her die, without being able to do anything. He felt so helpless, so miserable without her.
Depression ruled over Draco during the summer, an emoticon never worth knowing.
It was a dark but moonlit night, all was quiet in London, and Draco intended to keep it as quiet as he could.
Draco snuck up the dark driveway of Twelve Privet Drive, ready to go through with it. As he snuck through the (now) unbarred windows, he slid something shiny out of his pocket.
There Draco Malfoy was, standing over the bed of Harry Potter, knife shining in the still moonlight of a dark night.
Harry tried a few passwords, but the second he tried "Acid Pops" the pathway opened. Dumbledore was sitting in his office chair, stroking Fawkes.
"What are you all doing here at this hour? And Hagrid, where have you been?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
Harry, and Hagrid explained what happened as Draco wallowed in darkness at the far corner. There voices rung out in the large office, unable to hold back their emoticons.
"Do you have anything else to add my lad?" He asked Draco.
Draco shook his head, thankful that he hadn't gotten into any sort of trouble. Yet at the same time, was angry that Lauren had gotten no recognition as being intelligent, or loving. The only thing they had to say was that she was sinister and wicked, and they were thankful she was dead. Draco was becoming suicidal, plots of how to kill himself rang through his head. He became weak at the thought of seeing Lauren die like that, he felt sick to his stomach. Stupid Potter, he thought enviously.
As Harry and Hagrid finished with the last of Dumbledore's questions, he let them on their way.
"We had suspected this for most of the year, but when we found nothing, and no one to blame, we said nothing. It is very unfortunate that this occurence happened at Hogwarts so suddenly, but maybe next time Voldemort will think twice. IF he ever returns." Dumbledore said as they left his office.
Second term faded to third and soon, the year was at a close. Draco had kept to himself all the year round; even Pansy was beginning to worry.
Harry on the other hand, had been as happy as ever. Without Lauren pulling at his heartstrings, he was free to be himself. Starting anew with Ginny, his love life never seemed to fail him. They were the most popular and one of the cutest couples at Hogwarts. Many Gryffindors were jealous at the sight of them, but rejoiced at Harry's new found happiness.
As the year came to an end, the train was there to pick them up. During the dull trip home, Draco stared out the window, watching the world go by him in a second. The sweet smell of her silky hair, her piercing eyes, how they saw right through him, and her amazing mind. All describing Lauren, all of which was gone, never to be seen again. Somehow, Draco hoped there really was a God and a Heaven, somewhere she could be happy.
Draco remembered Dumbledore's grave words as he explained that more was to come. Voldemort had been badly hurt after the struggle with Hagrid, and Dumbledore was hoping he'd give up while he was behind, even thought that was a very miniscule chance. His thoughts focused again on Lauren, the memory of watching her die, without being able to do anything. He felt so helpless, so miserable without her.
Depression ruled over Draco during the summer, an emoticon never worth knowing.
It was a dark but moonlit night, all was quiet in London, and Draco intended to keep it as quiet as he could.
Draco snuck up the dark driveway of Twelve Privet Drive, ready to go through with it. As he snuck through the (now) unbarred windows, he slid something shiny out of his pocket.
There Draco Malfoy was, standing over the bed of Harry Potter, knife shining in the still moonlight of a dark night.