Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, wish I did, sometimes imagine that I do but then reality hits. Anything you recognise from the books aren't mine.

A/N: Hello everyone! After putting up Chapter 7 I got a lot of reviews telling me to hurry up and write the next chapter. So here it is. I hope you like it.

Gleaming Knife: Chapter Eight – Death

I played around with the blade, setting it at odd angles getting it to reflect the light.

As I played with the blade I thought about everything. Hermione, schoolwork, Lucius and the Dark Lord. I wondered whether life was worth living anymore. If I died would anyone care? Would anyone miss me?

I looked at the hilt of the blade. There was a beautiful engraved serpent twisted around it. It was plain but extremely detailed.

The moonlight caught the blade and it glittered.

It shimmered.

It shined.

It flashed.

It sparkled.

It gleamed.

The blade of my knife gleamed. It was my gleaming knife.

But where to stab myself. Again the question entered my head. I guess the heart would make it quicker.

I placed my gleaming knife down and picked up a quill and parchment and started to write.

I had made my decision.

OOOOOOOOO

I wondered around the cool dark corridors. Where was that classroom? Why the hell couldn't I find it? Where exactly was I?

I walked down the staircase that lead down to the dungeons. I was pretty sure it was down here.

I didn't know why I thought that Draco was in that classroom. I just knew. It was as if I were psychic or something.

I turned to my left, praying that I had chosen the right path.

OOOOOOOO

I folded the parchment. It held my last dying wishes.

I looked at my knife again.

I looked at my gleaming knife.

Why was I doing this again?

Because I was alone. Nobody cared for me. I had nothing to live for. My future only held darkness. My future only held pain and suffering. My future held no hope.

I took the knife and gave it one last glance.

Then I plunged the knife into my chest.

I heroically fell upon my sword.

I felt the darkness surround me. Inside and out. So this was death. This was what it was all about.

I fell to the ground and let the darkness consume me.

OOOOOOOO

I finally found the classroom. I put my hand to the ice-cold handle and let myself in.

The air around me was deadly quiet and held an icy lonely feel to it.

Something wasn't right.

I turned towards the front of the classroom and I spotted something on the floor.

I slowly and cautiously walked over to the front of the room.

I screamed at the sight that was before me.

Draco Malfoy lay dead on the cold stone floor.

One of his hands by his side the other beside the hilt of a blade that had been thrust into his chest.

Tears made their way down my face as I realised what had happened.

Draco Malfoy had committed suicide.

A/N: As always reviews are welcome, I love to get a response from everyone. I would like to thank all beautiful people out there that have reviewed all my past chapters. I would also like to thank Lynny again for proofreading this chapter.

Also check out another story of mine called Lovefool it's a Draco/Hermione oneshot.

So until next time

Jayne