ferret boy | draco malfoy imagines [✔]

#5- Even When Dead, Love Is Not Dead

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Age (Not school year for story purposes): 18
Blood: Half-Blood/Muggleborn
House: Anything. Slytherin would be preferable.
Warning: Suicide

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Draco Septimus Malfoy was running around the halls of Hogwarts, but not freely. Yes, not freely at all. He was trying to hide from some 5th, 6th and 7th Years of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Yes, even Slytherin. Only the Hufflepuffs didn't give him a cold shoulder or torment him at night. Draco Malfoy, once the Slytherin Prince, was getting bullied because everyone thought that the Wizarding War II had taken place because of him. 

At first he didn't believe them and convinced himself that it was Voldemort's fault, but slowly he began to believe in what they said. 

As he sprinted down the halls, he suddenly had an idea. 

Why wasn't he going to the Astronomy Tower? Even if they followed him up there, he could just jump off the tower. He didn't care for living anymore and by committing suicide he was sure he would be doing everyone a favor. After all, who would want a traitor like him to live? Not his mother, his mother saw him as a slight burden after he started telling her about the bullying sessions. His father was in Azkaban, and he never really cared anyway. 

As he was thinking, he suddenly noticed that he was already at the Astronomy Tower. Draco looked up at the sky.

 'Did all the people who died really become stars? Did some really go to hell and some to heaven? Was death painful? How did people feel as they died? Do you really want to die?' he thought. 'Yes, I do.' he decided. 

'Don't pity the dead, Draco, pity the living. That's what Dumbledore said didn't he when I was going to kill him? So yes, I'm going to die I don't mind. Just curse those idiots who are still living.'  the boy thought. (A/N: We're gonna pretend that he said that to Draco instead of Harry)

Draco heard scuffling. He looked around and saw the bullies. 'Okay, time to die. Bye  life.' he thought. And let himself drop from the railings. 

The midnight blue sky with twinkling silver stars was the last thing Draco saw before he died.

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Draco looked around. Had he died yet? 

Sitting up, he saw the graveyard near his house which he had often visited when he was a child to pay his respects to his grand father because his father told him to do so. The Malfoys' Graveyard, it was called. He headed out of his own grave. It felt a little weird to stare at his own headstone which said:

Draco Septimus Malfoy

5th June, 1980 - 9th August, 1999

Beloved boy.

What? Beloved boy? That's all he ever was? What about son, friend, Death Eater, bully? He was just a boy to everyone? Nothing more? At least, they did not write beloved person. At least, they believed he was a boy.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was scribbled towards the end of his headstone. Looking closer he saw:

Weird person who committed suicide and ranted about Harry James Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World.

- Theodore Nott

Now, Draco felt tears coming to his eyes. Theo, scratch that, Nott, he had thought, was a person who really cared about him. Apparently not. Had he really led such a horrible life where he had been so horribly deceived? What had he done to do so? Well, actually a lot and most of them were done willingly. But still, his good looks ought to make up for it? Yeah, Theo was probably jealous of his looks and girls. Just like him. Good old Theo, Draco convinced himself.