You Make Me Complete. You Make Me Completely Miserable.

this is not your story, so get out.

Draco was undoubtedly depressed. The last few weeks were the strangest he had ever lived, there was nothing he wanted to do, nothing he had the energy to do. All there was, was sleep, and eating, and more sleep, then some more eating. That was his life. Hermione being there helped tremendously but in the back of his mind he was still gone and not himself. He loved Hermione dearly and she brought him so much joy, but he sucked all the energy out of her, so they couldn't really spend to much time together before she became mentally exhausted.  But still she tried. Draco tried to put on a show and be happy. If there was one thing he learned from pyra that was it. How to act like everything's fine when in reality your worlds ending. He wasn't quit as good at it as she was, but still he was pretty well at it.
Hermione was his everything the only reason he was to keep living on this earth, the only reason he hadn't rid the world of another werewolf newsance. But he needed a break from joy and happiness, and putting on a show, he needed to feel genuine, to stop bottling it all up, he needed to pop. If he didnt he'd explode, out of no where. And that was the last thing he wanted.
Thats why he went out into the woods with pyra, to pop, and simmer and bubble over, like a shaken soda. Pyra was his stone always had been, after all she was his best freind since first year. They sat by the river side, she had just caught a boar, and layn it over a soft fire. A salamander crawled up her arm and Nuzzled her face, then turned to ambers and floated away. Thats when he lost it.
" pyra I can't any more, I don't want to be here any more. Why can't I just leave and never come back, why can't the world just be ok, why can't I be happy!?" Draco said tears now streaming down his face. His blonde hair swooped down from its normally slicked back perch and landed in front of his face, free from its constraints and roaming messily around. He leaned his head into her shoulder crying into it. She placed her head on top of his. This wasn't the first time they had done this, draco had never been in such a bad state but there were times where pyra had needed to be Draco's crying shoulder. The water glistened beneath them, mocking Draco's soggy tears, that came cruising down his face. Through his stuffy nose he could still smell pyras smoke, it made him smile, then cry even harder.
" Blondie where else could you go?" pyra stroked his head softly, feeling his soft hair run through her fingers.
" no I like the tree house fine, I even like my room. Its life I don't want to be in, its living, and breathing, being a burden, here planet earth,alone, being a filthy half breed. " draco began to scream. "The things my father captures and locks away, the monsters parents tell there children about at night. Don't you understand? I CANT GO HOME, EVER. I CANT SEE MY PARENTS EVER!"
The words echoed out into the distance, cruising across the water and bouncing off the trees. Pyra took a long pause to think, and let his words ring out into the open air.
" that never was your home, this school isn't your home either, but you know what is. The woods. The trees will welcome you with open arms, the sky will stroke your hair, the birds will sing you sweet lullabies. This can be your home draco, it is mine. And Hermione is why you want to live draco live for her let her be your reason to go on. To keep being here. she loves you." Pyra knew his pain all to well. His tears slowed, he loosened his grip on her shoulder and wiped his eyes that were now surrounded by red.
" hey you rember when we were younger, we dealt with everything together right? Ever since the day I met you we were always together? Even last year when your parents told you to kill The headmaster, and you were a nervous reck. I stood by you, even when you couldn't do it, thank god you didnt. I was still here for you. And guess what the dark lord didnt kill you or your family. You remember when those kids were making fun of me because I was always covered in ash, and my voice was so scratchy? You stuck up for me. It was just you and me for all those years. You and me against the world, forever and always. that's still true, your my best freind allright? And that shouldn't be taken lightly coming from me. From the first day we met, till the day we part, I will always be here for you. So don't ever tell me you feel alone, because guess what love, I'm a half breed too." Pyra was starting to vent, she had to stop herself. She took a deep breath and stroked his head more. He perked his head up to look her dead in the eye. They flashed gold as her eyes met his. He was still getting used to the whole red hair thing. Though hit was far more fitting for her personality.
" what's your reason for living then?" He narrowed his sandy brows.
" you" Pyra spoke softly close to his ear, and draco lowered his head once more. They had been friends for so long they knew everything about one another. Ever since the day they met pyra was drawn to him, she knew she loved him with all her heart. But that was something she could never share.
The two sat by the riverside in the same spot they did years before, when he cried on her shoulder as they held hands. A fire softly burning behind them. Problems getting bigger and bigger as years pass, as did they.  There they sat in silence listing to natures song, the sunset and the stars poked through the dark night sky and through the twisted branches you could see the moonlight rain down.