drarry oneshots

Death

"Potter, I said if you hurt Draco I would send you to St. Mungo's Hospital!" Pansy cried, her eyes stung with sorrow and hopefully revenge. Her wand leading her walk, followed by an extremely pale Blaise.  Granger's smile turned topsy-turvy.

"Screw off, Parkinson!" Hermione snarled, quickly pulling her wand out of her pocket.  The girls glared at each other, like raging bulls stuck in a cage. "Harry did nothing wrong, you pig!" The brunette muttered.  Harry watched from the Gryffindor table, full of regret; he shouldn't have broken up with Draco, he couldn't even think about how much it must've hurt. "Of course Malfoy made you do his dirty work." 

"You have no fucking idea," Pansy's eyes begin to water "Let me talk to Potter.".  This was when Hermione noticed all the Slytherin's sobbing at the table.  She was curious, so she slowly but definitely nodded.  The brunette pushed her way to Potter and slapped him over the face, his cheek turned dark red in pain.  He didn't know Pansy could hold such strength.  Flabbergasted, he yelled;

"What do you want?!" Causing him to get pulled out of the hall and into the Slytherin Common Room, as the Blaise opened the boy's dorm Harry's eyes widened.

There he was, the love of his life, hanging from a rope tied to the ceiling.  He could hardly breathe, Draco dead...forever.  Forever is a long time, he couldn't last that long!  A rock of guilt landed at the bottom of his stomach, along with a list of other rocks such as fear, sadness, loneliness and things he couldn't describe.  He couldn't look up from his shoes, he didn't want to see it.  Harry had nightmares.  They were already packed with the tortures of the war, what would happen after this? Would he ever go to sleep again? Apart from his deathbed.  A tear dripped down his cold cheek, which had once been cupped my Draco's soft, welcoming hands.  Harry's brain was waiting for the kiss that came along with it.  

But he had to remember that it wouldn't happen.