The Universe Against Us

TWENTY ONE

T/W SUICIDE MENTIONS AND SELF HARM, IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY THESE THINGS EASILY YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

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Twenty One. Twenty One seconds. Thats how long I stand there as I watch him. My enemy. I am supposed to hate you. His burly pale, cold pink hands grip the snow covered rails. His posture crouches over the side, ready to make a move and jump at any time. I poise in the shadows of the moonlight, exactly two meters behind him. Snow falls down softly, getting caught in my slick black eyelashes or my messy unbrushed brown hair. The ground is covered completely in nice fresh coat of white. The only light source being the glistening moon and the burning candle in my gloved hand. I came up here to find peace, quiet, and to find myself again. I didn't find peace or quiet. But there he stood, a reflection of me just one year ago. The flashbacks try to impede my mind and my vision starts to blur, but I quickly think of something else. There he stands. Tall, light platinum blond hair illuminated by my candle. Wearing a fitting black suit, freshly ironed and washed I can sense. A cold bitter gush of wind blows at my face bitting my nose, making me take in the strong oder of cologne and spearmint. I hold back a cough from smelling all that at once because then it would give me away and he would jump. Just breathe... I think to myself. I probably would stand here the whole night if he did not start to take off his jacket. He throws it off the tower in anguish, the jacket hitting the snow at the bottom with a crunch. He turns back to the railing, looking down to the ground. He slowly pulls himself onto the railing and sits on the edge, rocking back and forth. This brings me back to my senses. "Draco" I say softly but loud enough for him to hear. 

He jolts and looses his balance, making him tip over the edge. A scream leaves my lips. I don't have time to think, I run dropping my candle to the ground with a crash and I grip his hand, as I watch him dangle from it like a rope. My shirt pulls up from the pressure of me hanging over the rail and it cuts my stomach. I grimace from the pain, I can't pull my shirt back down for fear of letting go of Draco. I feel a few drops of blood fall down from my stomach. Our breathing is fast and unsteady. I look at him and he looks at me, with a confused but also numb complexion. I can't read him. I. can't. read. him. I meet his eyes, staring into the great grey clouds swirling around his pupils like a void, waiting to suck someone in. "Let go of me Granger" he says sternly but choking on words, breaking our gaze and looking to the ground. 

"No" I say scolding him. He is very heavy and I fear that if I don't pull him up soon one of two things will happen: One, he will fall out of my grasp or Two, he will fall but bring me down with him. 

He struggles in my grasp, but I just add my other hand onto his hand. "I don't deserve to live, I am evil, pure evil....I deserve to rot it hell for all of eternity."

A single tear rolls down his cheek. "No, Draco" I say catching his attention as he swerves his head to look at mine. 

Thats right, Draco. "You deserve many things but death isn't one of them" I say regriping my left hand. 

He struggles more in my hands, making my grip loose again. My stomach pulls more making the gash bigger. I hold in my whimper. I quickly regrip my hands on his. "Draco stop- Draco stop it!" I scream at him. 

He looks as if he wouldn't even believe me that his name is Draco Malfoy. He is giving me the same look I gave my sister last year. He's lost his hope, his will to live. "You're not pure evil, as horrible as you are to me, you are not evil Draco" I shout to him as I feel my own set of tears swell up and start to fall down my cheeks one by one.