Fractured ✔️

45.00

I rolled over, and stared up at the canopy of my bed.

I could hear Harry's steady breathing in his own bed beside mine.

I can't sleep. I look over at the clock which reads 3-27.

I push the covers off myself slowly, and as quietly as possible, I slip my shoes on and head out of the dormitory.

The common room was deserted, but the fire still crackled contentedly in the hearth.

I walk over to the large window seat and push the window open, feeling a rush of cool air wash over me.

I settle down onto the cosy seat, and pull a blanket over myself.

The sky was a deep midnight blue, the stars shone beautifully, dotted across the sky like splatters of artfully placed ink.

Owls hooted contentedly from nearby trees and windowsills, and the lake sat as still as ever. A surreal black mirror reflecting the land.

I feel broken.

I can't believe I had lived on lies for almost two months.

I let out a quiet laugh at my own stupidity, and feel a few tears trickle down my face.

I let them flow, and I sat in silence.

I'd by lying if I said I was surprised. I mean I had it coming to me. Dean was right. I've been a horrible person, and by the sound of it no one thinks I'll ever be anything but a horrible person.

I pull my last cigarette out of the packet.

I light it, and take one deep inhale of smoke, watching as it swirls out of the window as I exhale.

God I'm a complete idiot.

Tears continue to flow from my eyes and I keep smoking.

I'm such a fuck up. And I was so happy too.

But I don't deserve it. I know I don't. I'm responsible for so many deaths. I've bullied Hermione so horrendously for years and years.

My hand shakes as I take another draw, and I close my eyes in an attempt to calm my mind.

The cigarette is almost done. I press it into my arm once more, not flinching as it burns my skin.

I drop it out of the window, flicking my wand towards it as it falls, and watch as it disappears with a small flash of light.

The fire was reduced to embers now, glowing a deep scarlet.

I wipe the tears away with the back of my sleeve and pull the window shut.

Folding the blanket up and leaving it the way I found it, I make my way back to the dormitory.

I push the door open, and hear the steady breathing of Harry once more.

I quietly close the door behind me and leave my shoes by the door.

I climb back into bed and pull the covers over myself.

I glance at the clock one again
3-41

I let out a sigh and close my eyes.  Praying for a dreamless sleep.

A/N I don't know what happened with the tense I was using.. I'm very tired so please ignore that x

It's hard writing about Draco's depression because I have to imagine the way he's feeling and it's pretty hard to be honest.

But thanks for reading
Over and out
XoxxoX Darkdreamclouds