Closure
A/N: Not too keen on Hermione last part, were we? Boy, we have such hard times dealing w/ the concept that Draco's the bad guy. :) I love writing Hermione when she's being mean.
A note on writing Draco: I started writing him as a tragic romantic with a bit of an edge. He reads romance novels in two of my fics. Then I unknowingly gave him a wry sense of humour and a sarcastic view of himself. I like that. Then we have the universal bitterness towards his father. That was a given. Overall, I'm quite pleased with all of his incarnations in all of my stories. I think how I've fine-tuned him in this story will reflect in any later works.
Okay. Last part. The very last. *I watch my heartbroken fans with an evil grin* My favourite part was 'Potions Class,' personally. Though this part is pretty good. *more evil grins* You don't know what's coming....
*****
It's over. I'm holding a little piece of parchment saying that I have graduated from Hogwarts--with honours, no less. (Lots of potions extra credit.) My mother keeps smiling and tugging at my collar. And 'Oh I'm so proud of my baby boy.' Bugger it all. My father is not in appearance. Should I be surprised? No, his only son's graduation isn't important enough to tear him from his work.
I look through the crowds of people in the Great Hall. Potter is surrounded by Weasley's family. All of them. He's got more family there than I'll ever have, even if his parents are gone. He's lucky. He doesn't know how lucky he is.
Though, he doesn't look too lucky at the moment. He looks like he just wants to get away. Hey, join the club, Potter.
I watch him as he makes excuses and slips out a side door that most people think is a closet. I pull myself from my mother's grasp and follow.
I find him down by the lake, sitting alone, skipping stones across the surface. Yeah. He looks about as happy as I feel. I try to keep myself from approaching him. As usual, it doesn't work. Sometimes I could just kick myself.
I step up behind him. "You wish that your parents were here."
"Yeah? So what is it to you?" He doesn't turn around as he's speaking to me.
"My father didn't come. He was too busy."
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
I took a deep breath. "We've fought since the first day of school. Non-stop. You've never had a positive thought about me."
"Especially where Quidditch is concerned." He grinned wryly.
"Yes, yes. The whole world knows I'm a terrible seeker. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here. For once." He didn't say anything further, nor did he turn around and look at me. He just continued to stare out over the water.
"You've heard all of the rumours about me. I think just about everything that they could possibly dream up has been said. My personal favourite is the sordid affair I had with Hagrid." He didn't laugh. So much for jokes. "I'm not going to confirm or deny anything. I'll leave that up to you."
I took another deep breath. "We started as enemies. I don't want to part as such." He tried to speak. I stopped him. "Wait, wait. I'm hardly suggesting we should be friends. God forbid that. I just want to apologise--for what little it's worth--and part in a truce. After all. The chances of us ever running into each other after today will be slim. Hopefully. All I'm asking for is a little closure."
He finally stood up and turned to me. "I've put up with a lot of shit from you, Malfoy. Seven years of it, in fact. I'm not sure if I can accept that apology now...but I'll work on it. Good enough?"
I nod. "I guess it'll have to be."
So I let him walk away, and out of my life for good.
A/N: Not too keen on Hermione last part, were we? Boy, we have such hard times dealing w/ the concept that Draco's the bad guy. :) I love writing Hermione when she's being mean.
A note on writing Draco: I started writing him as a tragic romantic with a bit of an edge. He reads romance novels in two of my fics. Then I unknowingly gave him a wry sense of humour and a sarcastic view of himself. I like that. Then we have the universal bitterness towards his father. That was a given. Overall, I'm quite pleased with all of his incarnations in all of my stories. I think how I've fine-tuned him in this story will reflect in any later works.
Okay. Last part. The very last. *I watch my heartbroken fans with an evil grin* My favourite part was 'Potions Class,' personally. Though this part is pretty good. *more evil grins* You don't know what's coming....
*****
It's over. I'm holding a little piece of parchment saying that I have graduated from Hogwarts--with honours, no less. (Lots of potions extra credit.) My mother keeps smiling and tugging at my collar. And 'Oh I'm so proud of my baby boy.' Bugger it all. My father is not in appearance. Should I be surprised? No, his only son's graduation isn't important enough to tear him from his work.
I look through the crowds of people in the Great Hall. Potter is surrounded by Weasley's family. All of them. He's got more family there than I'll ever have, even if his parents are gone. He's lucky. He doesn't know how lucky he is.
Though, he doesn't look too lucky at the moment. He looks like he just wants to get away. Hey, join the club, Potter.
I watch him as he makes excuses and slips out a side door that most people think is a closet. I pull myself from my mother's grasp and follow.
I find him down by the lake, sitting alone, skipping stones across the surface. Yeah. He looks about as happy as I feel. I try to keep myself from approaching him. As usual, it doesn't work. Sometimes I could just kick myself.
I step up behind him. "You wish that your parents were here."
"Yeah? So what is it to you?" He doesn't turn around as he's speaking to me.
"My father didn't come. He was too busy."
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
I took a deep breath. "We've fought since the first day of school. Non-stop. You've never had a positive thought about me."
"Especially where Quidditch is concerned." He grinned wryly.
"Yes, yes. The whole world knows I'm a terrible seeker. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here. For once." He didn't say anything further, nor did he turn around and look at me. He just continued to stare out over the water.
"You've heard all of the rumours about me. I think just about everything that they could possibly dream up has been said. My personal favourite is the sordid affair I had with Hagrid." He didn't laugh. So much for jokes. "I'm not going to confirm or deny anything. I'll leave that up to you."
I took another deep breath. "We started as enemies. I don't want to part as such." He tried to speak. I stopped him. "Wait, wait. I'm hardly suggesting we should be friends. God forbid that. I just want to apologise--for what little it's worth--and part in a truce. After all. The chances of us ever running into each other after today will be slim. Hopefully. All I'm asking for is a little closure."
He finally stood up and turned to me. "I've put up with a lot of shit from you, Malfoy. Seven years of it, in fact. I'm not sure if I can accept that apology now...but I'll work on it. Good enough?"
I nod. "I guess it'll have to be."
So I let him walk away, and out of my life for good.