Disclaimer- I don't own HP. Please don't sue me! I'm not any richer now then I was when I wrote the first one. Not that that was a lot to begin with.

A/N- I switched it to present tense.

My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm dead.

Well, not really. But I tried. That counts for something, doesn't it?

Let me retell my story.

See, I was really tired of life, and I really didn't want to grow old and die ugly. I wanted to die looking good. And I also wanted to die now. So, I picked a dramatic and fantastic way that fit me best. I was going to take a nosedive out of the North Tower.

So, I'm standing there, one foot in the air, and guess who messes me up?

Yes, him. Stupid, idiotic, bad-timing Harry Potter. Fucking Boy Who Lived And Must Mess Up Others' Suicides.

He comes out of nowhere and yells my name. I turn, twist, slip, and fall out the window.

But, I fall maybe a foot before something hitches itself onto the collar of my cloak and chokes me! Chokes me! I want to splat to death, not suffocate! My face was turning colors (I could feel it) and then I'm pulled back up and yanked into someone's arms.

I pant and gasp while this really annoying voice yells in my ear.

"What the hell were you doing, were you trying to kill yourself! You could've fallen, and been little Draco pieces on the grounds! (I try to interrupt him here and tell him that was the general idea, but he just keeps going.) I hate you, but not enough that I want you to be dead! What the hell?" The last couple of sentences are punctuated with various shakes and prodding.

But finally, I got my hands around his and pull away. "Damnit Potter, stop it, or you're going to give me brain damage!" He blushes instantly and lets go off me, which makes me fall back on my ass, as I'd been pulling against him.

I glare at him from the floor, then regain my noticeably absent grace and stand up. I dust off the back and straighten the collar.

"Now, why exactly are you trying to kill yourself, Draco?'

"I don't know, maybe because I want to die!"

"I know that, you useless git, but why!"

"It's none of your business, leave me alone!"

Harry lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Yes, leave you alone to jump from the Tower, and maybe land on some innocent passerby's head. And anyways, my conscience wouldn't let me."

"Well, then, ignore your conscience, all good murderers do, and leave."

He rolls his eyes, and then sits right on the ledge of the window, keeping me from going over. "No."

I shrug. "Fine then, stay there, there are other windows, you know." And with that clever answer, I turn around (my cloak making a dramatic flair) and stomp away.

But of course, he messes that up too. I get to the top of the stairs before a hand grabs me by the back of the cloak, again, and pulls me up short.

"Damnit Potter, must you ALWAYS CHOKE ME?"

"No, but I do enjoy the chance."

I yank my cloak away, and guess what I heard?

Rrrrriiiiippppp!

"BLOODY HELL!"

And also, as soon as I start to yell, a group of first-years pass right by with Professor McGonagall

"Mr. Malfoy! Watch you language! Ten pints from Slytherin!" She glares at me (everyone's glaring at me!) and ushers the terrified-looking kids away.

I spin to Harry, who is trying (unsuccessfully) not to smile. "You- you-you-you- ARGH!" I spin back away from him and race down the stairs, ignoring his yells behind me.

I'm not sure exactly where I'm running to, but I'm running, and that's the only thing that matters. And now, to my horror, I feel tears beginning to gather in my eyes.

I'm a Malfoy, I don't cry.

But when all your plans and fail and your life has just turned very bad, I dare Voldemort to not cry. Hmmm, as many times as he's had to put up with Potter, he probably has cried a couple of times. I find I now have a newfound twinge of admiration for him, for his perseverance on killing that damned bastard.

I stop, and look around. I'm by the edge of the lake. There's no sign of the Giant Squid. I turn my face up to the sky, and think of happy things to calm myself down.

Harry Potter with a mustard-yellow sock stuffed down his throat.

Harry Potter dying with me choking the life out of him.

Harry Potter walking in front of all the houses in a floor-length neon pink Muggle dress.

Okay, I'm slightly happier now.

"Draco!"

Grrrrr…

Harry appears in front of me, doubled over and panting from chasing me. I have a little inside laugh over that. I wait in silence as he catches his breath (if I were it, I'd be running away too), then straightens up and stares at me. "Why the hell d'you run away for?"

"I don't know, maybe because everytime I'm near you, something humiliating happens?"

"Well, I'm only trying to keep you from killing yourself!"

"And why the hell are you doing that! I want to die, damn you, and now more then ever, since you just KEEP on BUGGING me!"

He crosses his arms and glares at me. "Well, I'm not going to let you."

I gape at him for a second, then glare back. "You have NO right to do ANYTHING regarding me, and you also have NO right to be in this in the first place."

"You want to kill yourself, how can you say that it's not my business?"

"Because it's NOT! It's not your concern!" I spin away with those words and walk away, trying to calm myself down. I don't understand what he wants, and I don't understand why he won't leave me alone. All I want to do is die, in peace. If he's supposed to be all noble, why can't he respect my wishes and lave me the hell alone?

And when have you ever respected his wishes?

Damn conscience. I don't want on, and I don't need one. And yet it keeps coming back, sounding surprisingly like Harry.

And damnit, when did I start calling him Harry! It's Potter, Potter!

"Malfoy! Malfoy, wait up! Draco! Hey!"

I ignore him and keep on walking. Why doesn't he want me to kill myself? He should be happy and offering a place where I can jump to a good view, not trying to stop me. I can't take this anymore; he's driving me insane. How did my life turn out like this?

"Malfoy, c'mon, wait." His voice is right next to me, then a hand is on my shoulder and spins me around. I turn with it.

He's not glaring at me anymore, no, he's looking at me with something inn his eyes I've never seen. And I don't want to see it. Remember how I said I could fall for him? Well damnit, he's doing it, looking at me like that.

He doesn't say anything, just stares at me. "Why? Why do you want to kill yourself?" And he says it in a voice that's so soft and quiet… I don't want to run anymore. I'm tired.

I sigh. "Because life just isn't worth living. I'm just tired of it all. I'm tired of worrying about everything and everyone. I'm tired. I want to close my eyes, I want to sleep."

I turn away with that, feeling slightly ashamed at myself. I just told him something I haven't fully admitted to myself. I'm supposed to be the perfect Slytherin, with no emotions, no feelings, no weaknesses. What a load of crap.

"Draco…" I get turned around, then engulfed in a hug.

I'm stunned, so I don't lift my arms, to push him away or to pull him closer. I just stay still, tense. And absently, I think about how soft his hair is, how warm his body is, and how I'd like to stay here.

Please reviw! And tell me if you want the last part.