Pairings: you can say its HP/DM
Rating: R
Summary: His life lately had been dark and depressing. He was nothing more than a full videotape, full of memories. Except one would not wish to keep on replaying this depressing videotape.
Chapter Title: There Goes one tear.
Draco's POV
I rather fancy the fact that Potter would jump for me. I didn't really mean it, the bit I said about proving his love to me by dying, but I guess he though I did since they found his body on a bloodied and twisted mess at the bottom of the tower. Such a gruesome sight to be honest, but alas, I am a slytherin.
Potter was a bit of a git doing that for little ol' me. Both of us knew it was just a game. Well, I saw it as a game he didn't though. Now, I sort of miss him. I miss the way he would cry when I deprive him of sex at night, actually the way he would cry for me period. Voldemort would be so proud of me.
Lord knows how he ever started loving me. Subconscious acts maybe? I do vaguely remember picking up a book for someone who dropped it. Such an unloved whore, he would have done anything for me.
Dumbledore called me to his office. By now everyone heard of Harry's suicide and I bet my whole bank account at Gringotts that someone told the old coot of our 'relationship.' Ah, well that's what Malfoys live for: lying, deception and an occasional unforgivable (well, not occasional). Pathetic really, how the only way he can get one up on me is by committing suicide.
I entered the headmaster's office only a grace a Malfoy can have and I stare at him with a look of boredom. Of course that damn twinkle (I have a suspicion that its charmed to stay there forever) is gone from his eye as he hears about the death of golden boy. Oh dear, whoever shall save them from the dark lord now?
"Mr. Malfoy, I understand you and Harry have developed some sort of a relationship since fifth year, am I correct?" he asked with his stupid all knowing voice.
No, 'headmaster,' you are not correct given the fact that I practically told you that myself, but…
"A relationship Albus? I highly doubt that. More like a bond, or a frequent get together in bedrooms, but not a relationship, never a relationship." It was hard to sound menacing when you're trying to intimidate someone. "But go one."
"All right, a 'bond' then. During your little sessions, Draco, has he ever told you anything that might have lead up to his current state right now?"
Current state? What the fuck? He's dead… it's easier to say old geezer.
"What state?" I asked as innocently as a Malfoy, much less a slytherin could conjure up. It was always fun to watch him squirm even if the occasion was basically non-existent.
"Mr. Malfoy…" he said dangerously. Amazing. Dumbledore dangerous system malfunction.
"No. As you know Professor. I am in it merely for the shag. There were barely any talk during those times." Well maybe except for the time when he told me how much he hated the world, the school, and his mates… well basically everything in the world, except me (how corny was he, really?) but I couldn't tell him, it didn't feel right. Harry asked me to promise. If there were such a thing as a death gift, that would be it.
"Hey wait a tick. I thought you hated Harry for turning against you?" I taunted him. Uh-oh guilt trip, too bad though, he didn't give the expected reaction.
"I was bitter, Draco because I wanted Harry to come back to me. I did not, will never hate him." yeah, yeah whatever. I, Draco Malfoy, cannot stay in civilized conversations without hexing the being I was talking to at then end and I don't think dad would like the fact that I was expelled from school because I gave the headmaster a few (okay a lot) of boils and warts on his face, so I leave.
It was suspicious that Dumbledore had his office at the top of the castle and the slytherin common rooms all the way at the bottom. Much more suspicious how he releases me near curfew for other prefects to find me and deduct house points. But, it leaves me more time for my thoughts I guess. Bloody hell, I hate thinking.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a poem Harry gave to me on my birthday. It would have been sweet if it complimented me or had anything to do with me, but it was a self-pity poem, selfish bastard.
Heavy weight on my shoulders, difficult to carry.
Support me. Comfort me. Help me.
One mistake after another, the outcome, 'tis I.
Broken videotape full of my lies.
Help me sweet lover take it away,
Shed one tear for me please set it astray.
Potter should have lived and became a famous writer. He is excellent. But enough of that, my problems shall be dealt with tonight and no Potter musings shall interrupt me. Now, first problem...
Who can I show off to Blaise? I lost the bragging right of shagging the boy-who-lived when he's not too lively now is he? The other problem… who's going to fall on their knees to fulfill my every whim and basically die for me? Certainly not Potter. And what's more is that I have a hard on practically made for Potter. I guess I'll have to settle for wanking… for tonight.
It's pretty odd, touching myself that is. It doesn't feel right for two things. One a Malfoy never wanks no matter how many times weasel calls me a wanker and two, only Potter knows how to do it right. How did he do this again? Slow, squeeze, fast or was it slow, slow, fast, squeeze, fast
"EH DRACO YOU IN THERE?" damn that Zabini. Never mind, I'll deal with myself later.
"Good job Malfoy. The dark lord will be so proud of you. Maybe you'll take your father's place." Truth be told, what this bitch says kind of turned me off and am in no position to… entertain myself. Oh fuck it.
"Zabini…"
"Hmmm…?"
"Fuck off." He left looking unfazed used to the fact that I dismiss everyone so rudely.
Okay, so maybe Potter wasn't exactly just my personal pleasure slave. Maybe I do need him more than I led myself to believe seeing as how I'm constantly thinking of him right now. Bloody hell, maybe this is his revenge from the grave?
I go to a box Potter insisted in me keeping the letters he sends me and I read most of them. Just the pointless lovesick words, 'I love you with all my heart' and whatever. There was one however he sent me about three days ago that I didn't bother reading.
Hey love… I mean Draco. You wouldn't believe what happened today, Hermione spoke to me! So what if it was on accident (she bumped into me and said sorry) she did it anyway. I was planning on killing myself for them. I'm sorry I love you more than them, but if they wont talk to me I wont live. It's been rather depressing lately… I'll talk to you later.
It was quite desperate, but I'm pretty much relieved to know that I didn't emotionally murder Harry by myself.
It came as quite a shock when I felt regret and guilt filling the empty space my heart was supposed to be in. Potter – Harry, you got me all right, your last minute revenge worked perfectly. Your father would have been proud of you.
Help me sweet lover take it away,
Shed one tear for me please set it astray.
Well Potter, if you ask so nicely, there goes one tear.
End.
A/N: what the fuck is canon? And here's the after story (?) in draco's view. Hope it answers all your question. When Draco thought Harry fell in love with him because he subconsciously picked a book for someone, he was wrong. Harry fell inlove with him out of nowhere… I thought you guys would have read it 'He found himself entranced.' DUH.
People who tell me that Draco and Harry don't belong together can reach in between their legs and play with it!
Review please. Then after, you can review my other story 'Two Hearts, One Beat'
Summary: People say one heart beats for one person. What if two people had the same heart?
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