Okay! I just got this idea for a story! It may be the same as all the other suicide stories, but I wouldn't know. Because I don't read those. Well, this isn't really a suicide story but. . .yeah...whatever. It's DM/HG!!! Enjoy!...I hope! Read & Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters! They all belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling! :)
It was a cool, clear day, and Hermione Granger was exiting the school, and making her way over to the Greenhouses, humming a happy song. After all she was feeling very happy indeed. The dream she had last night, left her feeling warm, and content.
The main subject of this happy dream was Draco Malfoy. They had been sitting in a field of green grass, and beautiful wild flowers, laughing and talking. Nobody knew it. . . nobody would probably even be able to guess it, but Hermione had a little thing for Malfoy.
His voice was so intoxicating, seeping into her body, freeing her soul; when he moved he was so graceful, yet so powerful; and his eyes were so piercing, she felt her knees crumple every time he looked at her.
Hermione was suddenly yanked out of her pleasant daydreaming, a confused, sort of panicked, slightly raised voice, "What are you doing? What is that?. . . Draco, what the fuck are you doing?"
Hermione whirled around to look at the point where the voice had come from. Standing around a platinum haired boy, with something pointed at his head, was a group of Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. They were all cautiously surrounding him, trying to figure out what to do, "Draco what is that thing? Wh..what are you...?" Pansy wailed. "It's a gun bitch, a gun! A muggle weapon, and it's actually a good thing! Do you know what this does?" Draco asked. Pansy shook her head. Draco looked up at the sky, and pulled the trigger. Next second a dead bird made a thud on the ground right in front of Pansy. Draco grinned crazily, and Pansy broke into tears, as Draco put the gun back on his head.
Hermione was confused. She seemed to be watching the scene, without really watching it. The world seemed to be in a deadlock as Draco stood there with a gun pointed at his head, encircled by his best friends, and a sobbing girl.
Hermione was suddenly brought back to life as she felt many bodies rushing past her. The Slytherins were all running towards the oddly-frightening sight. Coming to her senses the girl chased after the crowd.
By the time she got there the 'audience' was so huge that she couldn't even see Draco. Someone shifted uncomfortably, and Hermione could see Draco's face. It was scared, and tear streaked. "Everyone back off! Just go! Go away!" Draco shouted, taking the gun from his head and pointing it at the crowd. Everyone screamed and backed away. This gave Hermione the chance to do
something she didn't even pause to think about. Instead of moving backwards like the rest of the crowd, she moved forward. Draco shifted his eyes to her. At once Hermione felt something jolt inside of her.
The rage in his eyes startled her, but she calmed herself enough to say, "Draco, why are you doing
this?" "Why the fuck do you care mudblood? It's not like you ever have, it's not like anyone ever has." He sneered. "Draco, please, think this through. Think of what your going to do! Think of who your going to hurt!" Hermione pleaded, though not in a panicked way...more panicking was the last thing that Draco needed right now. "Who I am going to hurt?" Draco laughed. "The only person I'm gonna cause pain to is myself, and do you really think I give a shit if I shoot myself? I want to die! I just want to be free..." He said with tears started to stream again. "No! Your family will hurt too, think about what this will do to them!" Hermione reasoned sympathetically. "Ha! Bullshit. My "family" won't give a fucking damn if I die. They'll probably be happy. Trust me bitch. . .no one will care." Draco said in a voice so calm, and evil, it positively freaked Hermione out. Draco raised the gun to his head, closed his eyes, and got ready to cock the gun. "No, wait Draco. I care about you." Hermione said quietly, but still loud enough to be heard. "I believe in you, Draco..." Hermione was surprised to feel warm tears running down he r cheeks as she spoke.
Draco's eyes snapped open, and he stared at this girl in front of him with a weird feeling exploding in his body. Hermione stepped forward and went to put her hand on Draco's shoulder, but before she had touched him, Draco jumped backwards, cocked the gun, and fired three times at Hermione.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. The pain was slowly defeating her. She continued struggling to breath. She looked down, but all she saw was red. A terrible deep, liquid red. She was overwhelmed with surprise, tears, heartache...and....and...
Draco watched in a state of shock as Hermione fell to the floor. Too many emotions were flaming inside Draco. He had just shot someone. He didn't want to live anymore. He tried lifting the gun to his head, but found no strength to do so. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. His world was swimming in circles around him. His body fell to the ground, gun still in hand.
~Okay! This is only the first Chappie! I really hope you guys liked it! Thanks to Shelley for BETAing it for me! :) I'll be able to write more this weekend, so there will probably be another chapter by Monday! R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters! They all belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling! :)
It was a cool, clear day, and Hermione Granger was exiting the school, and making her way over to the Greenhouses, humming a happy song. After all she was feeling very happy indeed. The dream she had last night, left her feeling warm, and content.
The main subject of this happy dream was Draco Malfoy. They had been sitting in a field of green grass, and beautiful wild flowers, laughing and talking. Nobody knew it. . . nobody would probably even be able to guess it, but Hermione had a little thing for Malfoy.
His voice was so intoxicating, seeping into her body, freeing her soul; when he moved he was so graceful, yet so powerful; and his eyes were so piercing, she felt her knees crumple every time he looked at her.
Hermione was suddenly yanked out of her pleasant daydreaming, a confused, sort of panicked, slightly raised voice, "What are you doing? What is that?. . . Draco, what the fuck are you doing?"
Hermione whirled around to look at the point where the voice had come from. Standing around a platinum haired boy, with something pointed at his head, was a group of Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. They were all cautiously surrounding him, trying to figure out what to do, "Draco what is that thing? Wh..what are you...?" Pansy wailed. "It's a gun bitch, a gun! A muggle weapon, and it's actually a good thing! Do you know what this does?" Draco asked. Pansy shook her head. Draco looked up at the sky, and pulled the trigger. Next second a dead bird made a thud on the ground right in front of Pansy. Draco grinned crazily, and Pansy broke into tears, as Draco put the gun back on his head.
Hermione was confused. She seemed to be watching the scene, without really watching it. The world seemed to be in a deadlock as Draco stood there with a gun pointed at his head, encircled by his best friends, and a sobbing girl.
Hermione was suddenly brought back to life as she felt many bodies rushing past her. The Slytherins were all running towards the oddly-frightening sight. Coming to her senses the girl chased after the crowd.
By the time she got there the 'audience' was so huge that she couldn't even see Draco. Someone shifted uncomfortably, and Hermione could see Draco's face. It was scared, and tear streaked. "Everyone back off! Just go! Go away!" Draco shouted, taking the gun from his head and pointing it at the crowd. Everyone screamed and backed away. This gave Hermione the chance to do
something she didn't even pause to think about. Instead of moving backwards like the rest of the crowd, she moved forward. Draco shifted his eyes to her. At once Hermione felt something jolt inside of her.
The rage in his eyes startled her, but she calmed herself enough to say, "Draco, why are you doing
this?" "Why the fuck do you care mudblood? It's not like you ever have, it's not like anyone ever has." He sneered. "Draco, please, think this through. Think of what your going to do! Think of who your going to hurt!" Hermione pleaded, though not in a panicked way...more panicking was the last thing that Draco needed right now. "Who I am going to hurt?" Draco laughed. "The only person I'm gonna cause pain to is myself, and do you really think I give a shit if I shoot myself? I want to die! I just want to be free..." He said with tears started to stream again. "No! Your family will hurt too, think about what this will do to them!" Hermione reasoned sympathetically. "Ha! Bullshit. My "family" won't give a fucking damn if I die. They'll probably be happy. Trust me bitch. . .no one will care." Draco said in a voice so calm, and evil, it positively freaked Hermione out. Draco raised the gun to his head, closed his eyes, and got ready to cock the gun. "No, wait Draco. I care about you." Hermione said quietly, but still loud enough to be heard. "I believe in you, Draco..." Hermione was surprised to feel warm tears running down he r cheeks as she spoke.
Draco's eyes snapped open, and he stared at this girl in front of him with a weird feeling exploding in his body. Hermione stepped forward and went to put her hand on Draco's shoulder, but before she had touched him, Draco jumped backwards, cocked the gun, and fired three times at Hermione.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. The pain was slowly defeating her. She continued struggling to breath. She looked down, but all she saw was red. A terrible deep, liquid red. She was overwhelmed with surprise, tears, heartache...and....and...
Draco watched in a state of shock as Hermione fell to the floor. Too many emotions were flaming inside Draco. He had just shot someone. He didn't want to live anymore. He tried lifting the gun to his head, but found no strength to do so. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. His world was swimming in circles around him. His body fell to the ground, gun still in hand.
~Okay! This is only the first Chappie! I really hope you guys liked it! Thanks to Shelley for BETAing it for me! :) I'll be able to write more this weekend, so there will probably be another chapter by Monday! R&R