WARNING: Slash. Means guy/guy, homosexual, whatever you want to call it,
relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. Sigh.
Summary: Eh, just another draco/harry fic, 'spose. Kind of angsty.
A/N: Well, my first time writing something like this, if you don't like it, whatever. If you do like, it would be nice if you would let me know. Accepting all review, including flames. I think that's about it. Eh, if I remember something, I'll let you know about it.
Enjoy!
Essence of Your Life
Prologue
When it began, I didn't expect anything.
When it began, I didn't want anything.
When it began, I didn't need anything.
Or so I thought.
It was never supposed to start this way. But then again, it was never supposed to start. Who would have expected the bloody Boy-Who-Lived to ever want anything to do with the Slytherin's precious Prince?
But he did.
My friends (yes, they were friends and I will treasure them forever) all told me I was insane, and I agreed with them. We were opposites; he was the adorable, innocent, savior of the world who could do no one wrong and I was the disgusting, despicable epitome of evil, the one who can do nothing but wrong.
When he came to me, I thought my soul would fly free from the cage of my body, I was so happy. The impossible was happening; he was with me, and everything was right.
When he left, it was all I could do to keep from crying out, to let him know of the incredible agony he had left me in, that he had given me. I had always thought that the expression, "a broken heart", was so cliché, but it really isn't. My heart really did feel broken in two.
But he didn't care.
He didn't care, because I wasn't supposed to feel; I was a Malfoy.
When I stay up nights crying, I try to remember I'm a Malfoy, that I'm stronger than this, that I'll survive. When I start screaming from the nightmare I'll never wake up from, I try to get back to reality, but I don't want to because if I go back there, to the real world, I know I'll die. When I'm so tortured I start cutting myself to stay alive, I wonder if I ever should have spoken to him that day.
But whenever I start thinking that, I remember all the sweet memories, all the times he lay beneath me, the sparkle in his green eyes when he smiled, and I know I can never regret it.
I will always remember Harry and everything about him, and I know I can never regret it.
For how can you regret the very essence of your life?
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. Sigh.
Summary: Eh, just another draco/harry fic, 'spose. Kind of angsty.
A/N: Well, my first time writing something like this, if you don't like it, whatever. If you do like, it would be nice if you would let me know. Accepting all review, including flames. I think that's about it. Eh, if I remember something, I'll let you know about it.
Enjoy!
Essence of Your Life
Prologue
When it began, I didn't expect anything.
When it began, I didn't want anything.
When it began, I didn't need anything.
Or so I thought.
It was never supposed to start this way. But then again, it was never supposed to start. Who would have expected the bloody Boy-Who-Lived to ever want anything to do with the Slytherin's precious Prince?
But he did.
My friends (yes, they were friends and I will treasure them forever) all told me I was insane, and I agreed with them. We were opposites; he was the adorable, innocent, savior of the world who could do no one wrong and I was the disgusting, despicable epitome of evil, the one who can do nothing but wrong.
When he came to me, I thought my soul would fly free from the cage of my body, I was so happy. The impossible was happening; he was with me, and everything was right.
When he left, it was all I could do to keep from crying out, to let him know of the incredible agony he had left me in, that he had given me. I had always thought that the expression, "a broken heart", was so cliché, but it really isn't. My heart really did feel broken in two.
But he didn't care.
He didn't care, because I wasn't supposed to feel; I was a Malfoy.
When I stay up nights crying, I try to remember I'm a Malfoy, that I'm stronger than this, that I'll survive. When I start screaming from the nightmare I'll never wake up from, I try to get back to reality, but I don't want to because if I go back there, to the real world, I know I'll die. When I'm so tortured I start cutting myself to stay alive, I wonder if I ever should have spoken to him that day.
But whenever I start thinking that, I remember all the sweet memories, all the times he lay beneath me, the sparkle in his green eyes when he smiled, and I know I can never regret it.
I will always remember Harry and everything about him, and I know I can never regret it.
For how can you regret the very essence of your life?