I don't own anything other than my computer.
I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
Draco was sitting in his hospital bed, reading, when Granger rushed in.
"Malfoy!"
"Yes, Granger?" he said in a bored tone, he'd been almost finished with the book, he thought she, of all people, would know not to interrupt someone while they were reading.
"You haven't seen the paper." she said, a sad look crossing her face.
"What is it?" Draco demanded, his stomach tightening by the look on her face.
She stood there for a couple seconds before taking a copy of the Daily Prophet from behind her back. She edged towards the bed with a slowness Draco thought no one on earth, other than the death, possessed.
"I'm sorry." was all she said, in a whisper no less, before the paper dropped into his lap. He looked at her retreating back. She was running away from him.
"Granger?" he called after her, now a bit uneasy about the paper sitting in his lap.
She didn't stop running though, and Draco was left staring at a swinging door. He sighed and glanced down at the paper, not knowing what to expect. Before he could read the head line the doors burst open again.
"Draco... we have to talk." his head snapping to his Godfathers face, Draco set the paper aside and watched as the color drained from the older man's face when he glanced down at what he had just been about to read.
"What about?" Draco asked, wondering what was so terrible.
"You haven't read the paper?" Snape asked, his color slowing beginning to come back.
"No, not yet. Granger came in and gave it to me." he explained, watching the man he considered more of a father to him then his own sit down on his bed.
"Draco, something's happened."
"What?" he'd never heard the head of Slytherin nervous before.
"You're mother and father, Draco, were..." the older man trailed off as if trying to find the right words to answer the question.
"Yes?" A knot was forming in his stomach because of the face his professor was sporting.
"There was a ministry raid, at your house." Snape started. "Your father, he was..."
"Get on with it." Draco said, his patience wearing thin.
"You're mother didn't make it out of the house, she led to ministry straight to your father, he... he was sent to Azkaban."
"What do you mean she didn't make it out?" Draco asked, the knot now growing tighter.
"Your father... got to her before anyone could obtain him." the man went on to explain.
"Got to her how? Is she in St......"
"No, Draco, she's in no hospital, your father ended her life."
"What?" the word's made no sense to him.
"Draco, your mother is gone." Snape said in a soft tone, putting what was probably meant to be a comforting hand on the young wizards knee.
Draco didn't respond to the question's Snape asked. To tell the truth he wouldn't be able to repeat them if he'd been forced to. His mother was dead. The only one that actually cared for him, taken by his father, the bastard of the world.
"Draco answer me." a stressed voice snapped Draco out of his thoughts.
"Leave." was the only thing he could say.
Draco waited until he heard the hospital doors close before he looked over to where the man was sitting. He felt tears welling in his eyes but refused to let them fall. His father would have wanted to see him cry. He picked up the paper again and read the head line.
Malfoy Family in shambles
story reported by: Taber Glassenger
The Malfoy family has been hit by yet another blow in the past week. It's said that Lucius Malfoy, suspected supporter of you-know-who, has been sentenced to Azkaban Correction's of Wizards and Witches. The propionate fixture of the wizarding society was sitting in his house when a raid by the Ministry of Magic fell on his house. He was obtained, but he drew his wand and......
Draco couldn't finish it. He threw in on the floor and turned his head away, the tears, still unshed, blurring his vision. The doors opened once again but he didn't pay attention.
"Has Madam Pomfrey come to check on you?" a soft voice said from beside him, Granger.
"No, I suppose she's out celebrating the fall of Malfoy." he said quietly, not able to dredge up any malice to lace his voice.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, he felt the bed dip when she sat down on the edge and scooted in to lean back a bit on his legs.
"Why would I talk to you, Grangr?" he asked, still keeping his face turned away from her.
"I brought more cookies." she stated simply.
He smirked at that and glanced down when he felt a box being placed on his lap.
"You can have some, I brought some milk too." she offered, pointing to the kraft sitting on his side table.
"I don't want to talk." he said as he reached for a cookie from the open box. "You can leave."
"No, I don't think I will and even if I do, I'll take the cookies." she said reaching for the box.
"You can stay." he said quickly, reaching for the box and snatching it out of her reach but replacing it when she laughed and held her hand up in surrender.
"Can I have a cookie?" she asked nicely.
"I guess." he said, looking into the box to try to find her the smallest one, it wasn't of anything but he liked cookies.
"I'll pick my own out thank you." she said looking into the box and picking up a cookie.
Before she bit into it she poured a glass of milk and dunked the cookie into it. Draco watched the production and laughed out loud at the look on her face when she finally brought the cookie to her mouth and bit down on it.
"What?" she asked while wiping crumbs away from her face.
"It's just a cookie, Granger." he said, taking another bite out of his own.
"It's a good cookie thought." she countered, knowing she had him.
"Yes, that's true." he answered before taking another bite.
The two sat in silence after that, talking only if to make fun of the way the other went about eating a cookie. Neither noticed Dumbledore come through the door and stop short of walking to Draco's bed. They also didn't notice his eye's twinkle before he turned and left the wing.
"I'll have to have mum send more." she said, looking into the box and seeing a few chocolate chip cookies left.
"I think you'll have to do that too." Draco agreed, smiling, for the first time, at her.
"I'll ask her to send two this time." she promised before taking a sip of milk.
"Granger..." he started.
"Yes?" she asked bringing the glass down and wiping away a milk mustache.
"Thank you for this." he said after a moment or two of hesitation.
"You're welcome." she said, surprised by the word's he said. "I'll leave you alone now, I'll come back tomorrow."
Draco agreed and watched as she walked away. She'd left him the box of cookies so he took one and bit into it. After many fight's within himself Draco picked up a glass, filled it with milk and dunked the cookie in before taking another bite. Granger's way was kind of good, he had to admit. After he tucked the cookies away he slid down into bed and turned his head away from the door and fell to sleep. A sleep that was filled with cookies, laughs, and smiles. It was only in the early morning hours did the dreams turn to nightmares consisting of death, destruction, and, the most scary by far, his father.