His face and eyes were illuminated in the pale moonlight, giving Malfoy a ghostly appearance as he started blankly into the night from the top of the Astronomy Tower. He didn't see the stars or the lake or the Forbidden Forest... all he could see, all that had been haunting him for the past several hours, was the look in Hermione's eyes as he had walked away from her...
Malfoy lifted the bottle of firewhiskey to his lips... and paused. It wasn't working. He was almost done with eh bottle and still didn't feel...anything. He was completely numb.
Holding the bottle over the side of the tower, he poured the last bit of the amber liquid out. Then he let go of the bottle, watching as it fell into the darkness, hearing a faint shatter of glass a moment later.
"Are you going to jump after it?" Blaise asked sardonically, peering over the edge of the balcony.
Malfoy shrugged.
"I was considering it," he admitted placidly.
Blaise pointed at Malfoy's bloody hand.
"Are you going to heal that?"
Malfoy shrugged again.
"Maybe," he muttered.
"Any emotional scarring?" Blaise ventured.
Malfoy scowled.
"Extreme self-loathing. Or at least," he confessed with a weary sigh, "More than usual."
"Sulking isn't going to help," Blaise patronized, conjuring two bottles of butterbeer and offering one to Malfoy.
"I'm not sulking," Malfoy snapped, roughly grabbing the bottle from Blaise. "I'm reflecting upon my current state of shittiness."
"Here, here," Blaise cheered, clinking his bottle against Malfoy's.
Malfoy glared at his friend before taking a long swig.
"Mmmmm," he murmured appreciatively, smacking his lips. "Butterbeer."
"Thought it might cheer you up a bit," Blaise replied.
The two young men stood quietly for a moment, savoring their drinks and gazing up at the sky. Malfoy broke the silence.
"I think I'll perform a memory charm on her," he declared.
"Won't work," Blaise immediately responded.
"Why not?" Malfoy countered.
"For one," Blaise began, taking another sip, "Your memory charm skills leave much to be desired. Remember that muggle at the World Cup? She thought she was Henry VII by the time you were done alerting her memory."
"It was George III," Malfoy interjected. "Besides, that was three years ago."
"And this past summer with your house elf, Belcher?"
Malfoy suddenly blanched.
"Fine. Fuck the memory charm," he states shortly.
"Smart lad," Blaise praised, clapping him on the back. "You know," he continued, "I've been in your shoes before."
Malfoy snorted.
"You mean, you fucked the first girl you cared about and called her a mudblood afterwards?" he asked bitterly.
"Well... no," Blaise answered. "My crime wasn't as psychologically damaging. However, I did, er, accidentally admit to Lavender that I thought her thighs to be a big large. I meant no offense, of course. But she was furious with me. Didn't come to me for several nights."
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