Ok this is my 4th chapter…it's Draco Malfoy's and its really short and doesn't make much sense…even to me and hey! I'm the one who wrote it!! Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4: Draco Malfoy – Crying on the inside

Draco Lucius Malfoy sauntered through the cemetery gates, his pale grey eyes narrow and his lip curled. His favourite and therefore most common expression was on display: Loathing. He let out an impatient breath through his nose as he paused and surveyed his surroundings, then stormed up the pebbled path that threaded it's way through the graveyard. His stride, as always, was purposeful. He walked with his shoulders back, chin up, and cold eyes glaring forwards. He walked the walk of someone who knew why they were there, and exactly what they wanted out of it.

Well, sadly, for Draco, this wasn't actually correct. He had absolutely no idea why he was there. But he did know what he wanted. The pleasure of being able to stand over that worthless Potter's grave, and, of course, do what he did the best: Gloat. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted to do, because Potty was dead, and he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, was very much alive. He smiled as he approached the, but it was a cold, cocky smile that perfectly matched (there was no other word for it) the murderous look in his eyes.

He came to a halt at Harry's grave and sneered down at the thousands of red roses that blanketed it and then shifted his gaze to the tombstone. "Well, well, well Potter", he snarled, "didn't I warn you of this? Didn't I say to you, all the way back on our very first day, back in the First year, that this was how you would end up?" He turned then to glare at the two graves closest to Harry's. Lily and James Potter's final resting places lay on either side of Harry's. Draco then turned his scathing look onto the grave that was placed on the other side of James's. This grave belonged to Lily and James's best friend, and Potty's godfather, Sirius Black. Black's grave was fairly recent. In fact it was only a little over two years old and more recent than the grave that lay a little way over, next to Lily Potter's.

This grave was also covered in roses, like Potty's, but they were pale yellow instead of blood red. Draco wandered away from Potty's red covered gravesite to get a closer look at Cedric Diggory's, the other Hogwart's student murdered by the Dark Lord. Draco studied the little plaque on the headstone. It read:

Cedric Amos Diggory.

1982 – 2000.

"Remember the boy who was

Good, and Kind, and Brave,

Because he strayed across

The path of Lord Voldemort.

Remember Cedric Diggory."

Quote by: A.P.W.B. Dumbledore.

Draco glowered angrily down at Diggory's grave, and then stalked back to Potty's. The death of Lord Voldemort had once and for all be-ridden every magical person of his or her fear of him. He was dead, finally, at the hands of Harry James Potter, the only person who could ever have done it. Yet no one had realised that, if Harry was the only person who could kill Voldemort, then did that make Voldemort the only person who could Harry in return? Apparently, the answer was yes. Potty's best friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley had found Harry themselves, dead. Obviously Harry and the Dark Lord had killed each other, a result of the Prophecy no one had thought possible. To them it was either: Harry kills Voldemort, or Voldemort kills Harry. Not both.

"Well Potter," Draco whispered malevolently, "I don't know, nor does anyone, if it was Voldemort who killed you, or whether, perhaps, the rumours that you killed yourself are true…but I do know this," he went silent for a moment, then hissed, "I may not be bawling my eyes out like the rest of the world over your deathbed Potty…but…I am crying on the inside." He smiled, "because, Harry, I wish it was me who'd killed you!" He laughed, "You hear me Potter? I wish it were me! Even if I'd been imprisoned in Azkaban for it and even if I'd been killed in return, like Voldemort, for it! I wish to god I could have been the one to say 'Avada Kedavra', I wish it was me who got to watch you fall, lifeless, to the ground, never to rise again… and I wish I was the last thing you saw before you died, whether I was living, or dead myself!"

He leaned down and hissed coldly to the headstone, right to Harry's name, "I WISH IT HAD BEEN ME POTTER". Then with one last glare, and kick directed at some of the many roses, he turned on his heel and stormed away, his long black cloak swirling around him. Draco Malfoy stamped away from his deceased worst enemy with his silver eyes narrow, lip curled and his face full of hate. Yet still not knowing the real reason he'd ever been there in the first place.

Okie dokie…so what do you think? The next chapter will be Remus Lupin's… but I don't have a title for it yet… I'm hunting for something to do with how crap he feels about still living while James, Lily, Sirius and Harry are all together again…. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated… thanks.

P.s. thanks heaps to all my reviewers, you all rock! Especially thanks to Chica91 and Britni Puccio… you two are soooooooo awesome!