Last Words Should Always Be I Love You ~ A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 1

"Potter!" Draco called teasingly across the corridor, as Harry, Hermione and Ron bustled past, heads bent. Harry stopped in his tracks, teeth gritted, and rolled his eyes. 

"What do you want Malfoy?" He snapped, whirling on the sneering pointed face flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. 

"I was wondering, have you seen any more Weasley's being attacked? It would probably do the world some good to eliminate a couple!" Crabbe and Goyle began to guffaw with laughter, as Ron turned around, scarlet red.

"I could say a lot about your bloody family, Malfoy. Harry's seen your father do so many unspeakable things that your entire scummy family could get thrown into Azkaban after just one sentence from him... Oh wait, I forgot most of them already are!"

Draco automatically stopped jeering at the mention of Azkaban, and instead left Crabbe and Goyle cackling where they stood and marched over to the now cocky face of Ronald Weasley. 

"At least my family isn't made up of a bunch of red headed beggars who live in an oversized garden shed! We actually care about who we marry, and don't sling our legs over anything we can find! I heard your little brat of a sister is getting through quite a couple of boys... She'll be snogging Potter next-"

"At least we'll actually be able to fall in love, Draco." Hermione Granger said in a flustered voice, joining Ron and Harry with a defiant look in her eye. "Our future spouses will actually have feelings for us, and not be forced to marry us because of money or status."

"Well Weasley's wife definitely won't be marrying for money." Draco jeered, causing Crabbe and Goyle to laugh so hard that tears streamed down their podgy faces. "Get your sister to Marry Potter, then you'll have a couple Galleons in the bank! And I don't know why you're talking about marriage, Granger. Who on earth would be desperate enough to marry a filthy, buck toothed little MudBlood like you?"

Harry and Ron had whipped out their wands in seconds, but Hermione restrained them, a strangely calm look in her eyes as she glared indifferently at Draco. He stared back, utter hatred sparking in his pure blooded veins.

"No-one, and I repeat no-one will ever love you, Malfoy. And in all honesty, I pity you for that reason." Hermione said coolly. "But only for that reason. There's nothing else to like about you, you disgusting cockroach of a human."

And she turned on her heel and stalked off, Harry and Ron lagging on her heels, muttering and casting Draco dirty looks.

Draco smirked, before turning to Crabbe and Goyle (who were finally collecting themselves off of the floor, red in the face and tears in their eyes) and straightened his neatly pressed robes. 

"Let's go to dinner. I am absolutely starving, not to mention positively parched." He said, frowning as he picked some cobweb off his shoulder.

"If I were you, I'd tell Pansy about those amazing insults you just used on Granger and Weasley... She loves it when you tell her those." Goyle suggested as they walked in a cluster through the empty halls, into the bustling dining hall, filled with excited talking and screeches. Draco shrugged.

"Maybe." He mused with a sour look on his face, waving curtly to Pansy at the other end of the Slytherin table, who waved back frantically and shoved a few first years onto the floor in order to make room for them. "She''s been a little bit clingy lately, and laughs like a maniac at everything I say. It's extremely irritating."

"Break up with her then." Crabbe said simply, grabbing a chicken leg off a second years plate and tearing a piece of viciously.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, as they slowed their pace slightly to draw out their conversation, much to Pansy's dismay.

"End your relationship."

"Me and Pansy?!" Draco exclaimed, disgusted. "Ugh, No! She's hideous."

"You sure seem like a couple." Crabbe stated as he gulped from a Goblet of Pumpkin juice, so that Draco whirled and thwacked him round the head with a History of Magic textbook, and the cool liquid splashed down Crabbe's front and choked him.

"No! She just seems to like me... I'd never lower myself to her standards. I could have my pick..." Draco said cautiously, slightly less self assured than usual.

Crabbe and Goyle nodded, wiping Pumpkin juice off the front of their robes.

~

Dinner had been ever so tedious that night. Ever since he had sat down, Pansy had sidled even closer to him, batting her eyelashes and giggling idiotically at every word he'd said. Crabbe and Goyle hadn't stopped snickering, and what made it worse was that the stupid Weasleys, Potter and Granger hadn't stopped glaring at him. He usually didn't mind. But he was really reaching the end of his tether.

He mulled this over whilst swirling around in the water of the Prefects Bathroom. Unlike most people, he preferred there to be no water visible, in case that stupid dead Mud Blood, Moaning Myrtle, visited him and he was caught naked. That and the fact he wasn't particularly comfortable with his body. So no water was visible as he poured endless amounts of bubbles from the enchanted taps, embedded with jewels, and he dipped in and out of the water silently, a bit like an alligator.

Stupid Potter. Stupid Weasley. Stupid Granger.

Stupid Pansy. Very Stupid and Crabbe and Goyle. 

Why did everyone seem to be getting on his nerves? That day had gone smoothly, no problems in lessons and no homework... But he felt on edge, as if some other vessel of his soul were in trouble.

Maybe my soulmates in trouble... He joked sourly with himself. 

No matter how many times he had tried to convince himself, Granger's comment on marriage and him never being able to fall in love had really affected him. He hoped one day he'd love. He loved his mother, and his father, and his auntie Bella for that matter... But that was different.

Would he ever find someone he loved? Deep and Truly?

He lay back in the slowly disappearing bubbles and attempted to picture her. It would definitely be a her. Not a Him.

She'd be tall, and elegant, graceful like a swan. She'd never say anything wrong. Her face would be picture perfect, pointed and teasing, with long blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. Her skin would be porcelain, never dirty, and she'd be pure blood. She could never be anything apart from pure blood.

When he first ever saw her, she'd be wearing a ballgown made of silver gossamer, a chain of diamonds and pearls draped around her arched neck. She'd see him, smile slyly, and beckon him out of the room with a long teasing finger, licking her pale lips and fluttering her long blonde lashes. Once they were alone, she'd shed the dress, to reveal a slim, white body, and coax him forward-

Stop it Draco. His conscience said firmly. A strange feeling had settled in his stomach, like he had just lied, or been punched. It scared him. Panicking , Draco abandoned the bath, grabbed a clean woollen towel and wrapped it around his torso, sleek blonde hair pasting to his forehead with water and sweat. He dried himself, slung on his robes and darted down through the empty corridors to the Slytherin common room, before climbing through the portrait and ignoring the group of simpering girls in the corner, and dashed up to bed. 

Crabbe and Goyle attempted to tease him about dinner, but Draco yelled at them to shut up, and pulled the curtains around his bed. Before climbing into bed, he sat on his bed, in nothing but his underwear, with his head on his knees, breathing deeply. He was trembling and he didn't  know why. His arms were prickling, and the distant noise of Crabbe and Goyle's muttering became even more distant as he sunk back onto the  pillow, shivering, but too petrified to cover himself with the duvet.

Something wasn't right, he knew, as a painful slash ripped down his arm. He stifled a gasp and bolted upright, looking at his right arm, expecting to see blood gushing from an open wound. But there was only a water droplet trickling over his pale skin.

Breathing deeply, he fell asleep, with the thought of True Love echoing in his mind.