Whenever I hear this song, Drarry instantly comes to mind. So behold:
angst, lots and lots of angst, suicide, hurt with no comfort y'all.
Better grab lots of tissues and yeah. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 😂 Enjoy!
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Staring outside the window, forest green eyes watched as the snow glittered down the sky onto the ground, painting it and everything around with pure snowy white colour. The kitchen was silent, as it always were since he left, only the sound of the muggle radio, that his beloved boyfriend once loved so much, playing in the background. It felt like a sudden epiphany to him as he was suddenly surrounded by memories he didn't want to reminisce.
He's gone now. Why was he still affected by him? By the memories? It's been years. Far too long for him to still be like this. He needed to let go, to move on.
But he couldn't.
The thought of letting Draco go was terrifying to him, something he didn't ever want to do. He had never thought things would end up this way. Fear gripped his heart tightly, consuming.
Suddenly his favourite song came playing on the radio.
A tear fell from his eyes before the others followed streaming down, dropping onto the worn-out green Weasley sweater with the silver letter D on it that once belonged to his boyfriend as he sang along the song.
I still remember third of December
Me in your sweater, you said it looked better
On me, than it did you, only if you knew
How much I liked you, but I watch your eyes
As she walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I die
It had been 5 years since they started dating when it suddenly changed. He had come back home from lunch with his family with a blank look that Harry feared so much. That coldness crept into his heart as he stared at the equally cold steel pair of eyes, no longer warm, no longer held love in it.
No longer a home for him.
"I can't continue this anymore, Potter. Mother found a better partner for me and I agreed to marry her as per my family's request. I can't continue the Malfoy bloodline with you."
"W-Who...?"
"Astoria Greengrass."
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater
It's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather
Ever since then, Draco's things slowly disappeared from his house, leaving only the remnants of unwanted memories behind. Harry was in agony when he realised that Draco had slipped away from his grasp. He was miserable and he felt like his soul had died entirely the moment the blond male left the house, bringing his heart along with him.
The house they built together was mourning along with him.
Watch as she stands with her holding your hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead
Astoria Greengrass was beautiful, Harry would admit that. She's everything a male could ever want. Beauty, brains, nice personality and she's wealthy. She could produce an heir as well. What's there not to like? She was an angel that Harry wished doesn't exist in Draco's life. She's the perfect woman.
