I decided to put all three together and this is the final installment.
THE LETTER
It's been three weeks since that night, the night I tried to take my life. The daily routine has gone back to about as normal as it can, what with me ignoring Harry and Ron (a.k.a. Scar boy and Carrot Top) and my being friends with Draco Malfoy.
I am back to tell you a story. This story took place yesterday and changed the way I look at Draco forever. Now onto the story:
I had been sitting in the empty Head's common room reading in my favorite chair by the fire, when Draco came in.
"Hey, 'Mione" he said as he sit on the couch, adjacent to my chair.
"What up?" I asked not even looking up from my book.
"I have been doing a lot of thinking." At this I looked up at him. "I have decided to show you something. Its something I have never shown to anyone." He looked at me eyes full of anxiety. He was nervous about something.
I closed my book and placed it on the floor next to the chair. "Ok what is it?"
Without saying a word he took an envelope from the pocket in his robes and handed it to me. I looked at it for a few moments before returning my gaze to him.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked getting tired of the awkward silence.
"I don't know" I said looking at the envelope again. "I guess I am afraid of what it will say."
He stood. "Just read it ok?" And he was gone with out another word, into his room closing the door behind him.
I slowly opened the envelope and unfolded the piece of parchment and began to read silently.
'Dear whomever finds me,
I am done! I am sorry that you had to find me this way but
I couldn't handle it anymore.
Life itself has become too complicated for words and I
can't deal with it anymore. Father wants me to be something that
I am not, nor will I ever be.
If you are not my mother who finds me, show her this
letter. She deserves to know. I want her to know that I did not
do this because of her.
It was him that drove me to hurt myself. It has always
been about him.
Growing up life always revolved around Father and his
killings. Father used to tell me stories about the Muggles and
Muggleborns that he used to torture for fun. Those poor innocent
people, who were probably just in the wrong place at the wrong
time, lost their life because of my asshole of a father. I hate
him.
I am taking my life so I can get away from him. I can get
away from the pressures of being the heir to the Dark Lord. I
don't even want to be the heir. Did anyone ever ask me if I
wanted this? Of course they didn't.
This is my last goodbye. I love you, Mom. I hate you,
FATHER, I hope you miss me, though I know you won't.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy'
I folded the letter, and wiped the tears from my eyes. I sat there still for a moment or two just trying to compose myself. I wanted to go talk to Draco but I couldn't while I was still crying.
When I composed myself enough I got up and walked to Draco's door and knocked. He didn't answer but I know that he was there. He was singing.
'Mr. Higginson, am I not good enough for the world?
Am I destined to die the same way that I lived.. in seclusion?'
I had heard that song before. It was from a Muggle band! The Ataris, if I am not mistaken.
"Draco? Can I come in?" I said as I knocked again.
"Yeah" I heard from within.
I opened the door and entered, slowly. I saw Draco sitting on the floor leaning against his bed. He was looking forlorn with his headphones around his neck and the CD player on the floor next to him.
"I read it." I came over and sat next to him on the floor.
"I told you too." He wasn't looking at me, meaning he had a lot on his mind.
"I know" I said, "I'm sorry."
He turned he gaze to me. "Sorry for what?" he raised an eyebrow.
I sighed. "I don't know, everything? The stuff that you went through, alone, you had a tough life. I bet that Harry, Ron, and I didn't make life too much easier for you. Always there saying things about you, or in my case hitting you." I looked at my hands not wanting to look at him.
"You three didn't make life any easier. Look at you three; you were always there to save the day. And, you, you were better than me at everything, except for Potions that is. My dad hated that. He would always say how much of a screw up I was because I wasn't better than a 'Mudblood'. I hated when my dad compared me to you."
"I had no idea."
"No one really did. I also want to say I'm sorry."
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow this time.
"Because I gave you no warning as to that letter. I should have told you about it before I had you read it. I couldn't though. I couldn't bring myself to tell you that it was my, my-"he stopped.
"Your suicide letter?" I looked him straight in the eyes.
"Yeah. Did you write one?"
"Yes, but I burnt it up after that day. I just couldn't bear for it to be anywhere near me. I said a lot of things in that letter. Most of that stuff was never meant to be put into writing." I blushed.
"Like what?" he asked his eyes shining with an evil glint.
"Like how I thought that Ron secretly had a crush on Harry, and that Harry likes to keep him around for ehem a cheap thrill." My face was burning.
"You mean like-"
"Yeah, like that."
He began to shake with laughter. "That is awesome." He said after he began to calm down again. "You know, the scary thing is I could actually picture Harry doing that."
I gave him a look and he began to laugh again and after a few moments we were both clutching our stomachs, tears running down our faces laughing.
When we had finally stopped laughing we were sprawled out on his floor breathing heavily.
"Did you really write that?" he turned he head to the side to look at me.
"Yeah, I did." I smiled.
"That's hands down the funniest thing I have heard in a long time." He sat up and rested his arms on his knees.
"Glad to be of service." I sat up and crossed my legs.
"Hey, Hermione?" he said, with a serious look in his face.
"Yes, Draco." I looked into he serious gray eyes.
"Thank you." he smiled.
I didn't even need to ask why he had said that. "Your welcome." I smiled back.
End of Story.
Yeah so that is my story. I hope that you liked that. Draco and I have become so close in such a short time that I couldn't picture my life without him anymore. I need him there to keep me sane. I need him to be my confidant, my friend.
The part that Draco is singing is from the song "The Hero Dies in This One" By The Ataris. Its my favorite song.