So this is it, the last chapter of "Forever and yet never yours," bar the alternate ending which should be up by the end of next week.
Thank you to every single person who read and reviewed,
natalie211
Ravenclaw's Redhead
MorganIsSoWeird
mrsmalfoy21
Fragmentility
DRACO_IS_A_SEXY_BEAST
slytheringrl17
And a special thank you to the following reviewers, you guys are amazing :-)
Amrei
FaithfulHPReader
snowfire81
TheBeautyOfTheGrave
sarainya-fish
I'm currently writing the first chapter of "What's mine is mine," which I hope some of you will read if you have a spare moment. I suck at summaries, but here's a basic plotline.
Draco is the school heart throb, capable of rendering whole classrooms of girls senseless with just one look. So when Ginny Weasly, young, timid and above all inferior refuses to fall madly in love with him like every other sane girl in the building he is amazed. Instead, she prefers his quiet and often overlooked Italian friend Blaise, and when they begin a relationship, Malfoy finds himself desperately trying to split the two of them up.
If any of you have any ideas or general contributions please let me know.
OK, hope you enjoy, please R and R! xx
The fire continued to burn in Draco Malfoy's mind, settling in a thick white ash of destroyed memories. He had not only lost his sight that fateful day, but the love of Hermione and a friend he had not realised he had valued. Hermione's voice, contorted with grief and rage as she had spat at him after the funeral rang again and again in his tired ears.
The years bowed his back, bleached his hair and broke the pride that once shone from his arrogant face, but they did not shield him from the figures that danced through his dreams each night. The dreams that left him aching and cold, hungry for a time and place which no longer existed in the real world. Flashes of vibrant beauty illuminated his sleep, as a boy and a girl laughed at him, still vivid and eternally young.
He sat, alone and abandoned in the run down council flat, the last of the great Malfoy line as tears leaked from the eyes that even when open saw no more of the outside world. Malfoy bent his head, remembering the past, and the lives he had destroyed as the black world he know inhabited rose and swallowed him.