A/N: Hey, new fic! Bit angsty but if you like that sort of thing, its good!
Author: AACS/Viki
Title: Be-trail to death
General: Romance/Angst
I do not own anything except this plot and any poems or song extracts that may be thrown into this fic.
Hello, my name is Harry Potter and I'm here to tell you the, I'm afraid to say, woeful story of my terrible ordeal with the boy I gave my heart and soul to. Before we start; I would like to tell you a piece of useless information that I learned from the one and only Draco Andronixius Luciano Malfoy, the boy of my dreams. The information is this: In a set of tarot cards, the death card symbolises a new start or beginning; I would like to add that I think who or what ever came up with this definition of death is an idiot and must never have had anybody close to him die. That piece of worthless and rather stupid information leads on to where my sad tale begins; some idiot out there could call it a beginning, but its not, the start of me and my darling deceased's relationship had been building gradually upwards. Our love is one of the rare things in the worlds that has no starting point and no ending point, because even though Draco is dead I still feel love for him that is so strong I an build the feel of his presence around myself, a sanctuary I can lock myself in and for a little while, I feel safe, something only Draco can do for me. I suppose before I begin to tell you my fairy-tale of love, passion and betrayal I should describe Draco to you; he had milky white skin that felt like velvet to touch, if we ever went on a moonlit stroll his skin would glow, making him look more pure and magical than ever. Even though Draco was quite tall his facial features were fairly petit, but still, they were perfect as if god himself had sculptured them. Dragon's hair was beautiful, it framed his face like a silver halo. If I were ever worried or hurt, I would bury my face in that silky pillow of blonde hair. Draco wasn't macho, he was slim and elegant, the way I liked it. The very best thing about my fairy like boy were his eyes, I only wish I could gaze into them now and get lost in that flying sensation of Draco's diamond heart, the heart that directed all emotions to its owners star like eyes; but that feeling can only be given by the real, living Draco and it pains me for eternity to say that the wondrous, soaring feeling is lost, dead and gone forever. Which brings me back to telling you our story, me and Draco's tale. I'll start from when me and Draco shared our first lovers kiss; you could say it's the start of our story; I call it the realization of love.
A/N: I know, it's a bit short, but I think the next chapter will definitely be longer, please review, even of you think its crap, I just wan to know whether or not to carry on this story, I had to write it because the dark plot bunny was hopping about so much it gave me a bad headache!
AACS
Viki