In being a Slytherin, I know most of the goings on in the Dark Lord's plans. As we all know, the Dark Lord wants to kill him. And me, being his girlfriend, makes me the prime subject for his treachery. They all think I'm with Harry so that it'll be easy for me to lure him to his death.
And that was how it was supposed to be, back when I did not have any feelings for him, back when all I did was let my drool drip onto Draco's shoes.
I'm tired of being their marionette, just there to play the part of folly. I have not told Harry of my original plans, because I knew it would break his heart. And when his heart is broken, mine is. I can't stand the thought of him having pain. . I want to take it all away from him, take it as my own, for once, give him a sense of impregnable safety.
How would I tell him? How would I stare up into that beautiful face, into his ever-green eyes? I would perish on the spot. The lie that I harbor is eating me up inside. Soon, I'll have nothing left but scars and a few apprised memories.
I don't want memories. I want to live them, over and over again so that they never fade away. I don't want them to become clouded or disoriented.
My eyes stared to look at the scissors. I had thrown them into the waste basket days before, but then retrieved them when I was called upon to do this heinous deed.
This was my deed. .
I had to kill myself, for him to come to my rescue.
Yes, I know. Very short. But you liked it, no? XP