Fuck You I & II
Title: Fuck You I
Author: countess_hp
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter//Draco/Harry, implied Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 656
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco goes over his last fight with Harry. And Harry is not there to save him from himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning(s): Angst, Character Death, Language
A/N: I made two of these. I wanted it to end ansgty but to end it happy.
Beta: Hambares
“Fuck you.”
“No, FUCK YOU, Malfoy!” Slam. He walked out. I’m sitting there stunned. I blink away the tears that have suddenly come. Potter, my Harry is…gone.
Sure we have fights, what couple doesn‘t? Our fights end in mind blowing sex. But this time he has left. Cold seeps in to my bones. Not because it is cold, there is a raging fire next to me, but because I fear he won’t return. Replaying the fight, I think about how our relationship started. It was all thanks to my want to die.
Harry had taken that knife out of my hand. He then had slapped me across the face. I had looked up into his face. His lips descended onto mine. His lips kissed the breath away from me. He told me he loved me, and there was no way he would let me die.
I could not even stand up the day he told the rest of his friends that he and Ginny Weasley would be married. The bitch had smiled so brightly.
That is when I got out my knife again. He stopped me once more, the damn boy and his Gryffindor heroics. He should have just let me die. But no, I became his whore. Anything to just get close to him.
I watched as he married the bitch. I was there when his first child was born, James his name was. I was there when his second was born, Albus Severus. Of course I was there. It was the day my son, Scorpius was born. Harry was so mad for that. But we made up later, in a supply closet.
I thought our lives were as perfect as they could get. Until he broke this latest news. Ginny was pregnant again, a little girl this time. But because Ginny was in failing heath, due to the Wizarding flu, they had to go to a dry climate. He had finally come to tell me it was over…and all I could say was I hoped he was happy with the bitch and his godforsaken children. Maybe I am selfish, but I knew I was his first.
Standing up walk into the kitchen. He is not here to protect me from myself. He cannot stop me. I open the knife drawer and pick out a small but sharp one. I should make a note. Pansy will be the first one to find my body. I don’t want my son to see his father like this. I take a deep breath and began my note. I explain why this must be done. I tell Pansy she was the best friend a guy could ever have and wish that I had loved her. I tell Srcop that I am proud of him. Tell him to do well in school. Then I write to Po - Harry. I tell him that I love him, I always have, and wish him the best in his life.
I set the pen down and set a charm to notify the first person that walks in the house. I take the knife and head to my bedroom, but I cannot go in. We had made love not 6 hours ago, before he told me he was ending it. “One good romp before the end?” I had asked and got dressed.
Hot tears are now running down my cheeks. He used me, I know that, but I was the one that let him. I walk in and close the door. Steadying the blade I point it toward my abdomen. I take a deep breath and plunge it in. I cough up blood and fall to the floor on my knees. This is how I always knew I would die, alone and unloved. I close my eyes and lay my head down on the cold ground. I am fading, I can tell. My breath is shallow and my body feels numb.
“Goodbye, my love.”
Title: Fuck You II
Author: countess_hp
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter//Draco/Harry, implied Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 901
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco goes over his last fight with Harry. And Harry is not there to save him from himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning(s): Angst, Attempted Suicide, Language
A/N: I made two of these. I wanted it to end ansgty but to end it happy.
Beta: Hambares
“Fuck you.”
“No, FUCK YOU, Malfoy!” Slam. He walked out. I’m sitting there stunned. I blink away the tears that have suddenly come. Potter, my Harry is…gone.
Sure we have fights, what couple doesn‘t? Our fights end in mind blowing sex. But this time he has left. Cold seeps in to my bones. Not because it is cold, there is a raging fire next to me, but because I fear he won’t return. Replaying the fight, I think about how our relationship started. It was all thanks to my want to die.
Harry had taken that knife out of my hand. He then had slapped me across the face. I had looked up into his face. His lips descended onto mine. His lips kissed the breath away from me. He told me he loved me, and there was no way he would let me die.
I could not even stand up the day he told the rest of his friends that he and Ginny Weasley would be married. The bitch had smiled so brightly.
That is when I got out my knife again. He stopped me once more, the damn boy and his Gryffindor heroics. He should have just let me die. But no, I became his whore. Anything to just get close to him.
I watched as he married the bitch. I was there when his first child was born, James his name was. I was there when his second was born, Albus Severus. Of course I was there. It was the day my son, Scorpius was born. Harry was so mad for that. But we made up later, in a supply closet.
I thought our lives were as perfect as they could get. Until he broke this latest news. Ginny was pregnant again, a little girl this time. But because Ginny was in failing heath, due to the Wizarding flu, they had to go to a dry climate. He had finally come to tell me it was over…and all I could say was I hoped he was happy with the bitch and his godforsaken children. Maybe I am selfish, but I knew I was his first.
Standing up walk into the kitchen. He is not here to protect me from myself. He cannot stop me. I open the knife drawer and pick out a small but sharp one. I should make a note. Pansy will be the first one to find my body. I don’t want my son to see his father like this. I take a deep breath and began my note. I explain why this must be done. I tell Pansy she was the best friend a guy could ever have and wish that I had loved her. I tell Srcop that I am proud of him. Tell him to do well in school. Then I write to Po - Harry. I tell him that I love him, I always have, and wish him the best in his life.
I set the pen down and set a charm to notify the first person that walks in the house. I take the knife and head to my bedroom, but I cannot go in. We had made love not 6 hours ago, before he told me he was ending it. “One good romp before the end?” I had asked and got dressed.
Hot tears are now running down my cheeks. He used me, I know that, but I was the one that let him. I walk in and close the door. Steadying the blade I point it toward my abdomen. I take a deep breath and plunge it in. I cough up blood and fall to the floor on my knees. This is how I always knew I would die, alone and unloved. I close my eyes and lay my head down on the cold ground. I am fading, I can tell. My breath is shallow and my body feels numb.
“Goodbye, my love
-=-=-=-=-
I wake up in a hospital bed. There is an IV in me. I must be receiving blood. I look across the room to see Harry looking at me.
“You fucking bastard,” Harry said as he got up from his chair. “Don‘t you dare die on me,” he said, slapping me across the face. I can taste blood in my mouth. “I won‘t let you,” he said, tears starting to form. “I won‘t let you leave me.” Harry leaned down and kissed me. But I pulled away from the kiss.
“Go back to your simpering wife. Leave me to die. You didn‘t care when you fucked me then said it was over.” My own tears were showing up.
“Draco…Ginny passed away before I got back,” Harry said, tears running down his face.
“Harry…” I sat up and opened my arms for him. He came to me, sobbing.
“After I found out, my thoughts went to you. I Apparated back to your house. Your letter came to me. I read the first line and then tore though the house. You were barely alive when I found you. I was not going to let the only person I ever loved get away from me.” He then took me into his arms and kissed my head. “You can help me raise James and Al,” Harry said.
“I will as long as I can live in your house. I don‘t want to feel like a whore anymore.”
“Deal.”
Author: countess_hp
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter//Draco/Harry, implied Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 656
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco goes over his last fight with Harry. And Harry is not there to save him from himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning(s): Angst, Character Death, Language
A/N: I made two of these. I wanted it to end ansgty but to end it happy.
Beta: Hambares
“Fuck you.”
“No, FUCK YOU, Malfoy!” Slam. He walked out. I’m sitting there stunned. I blink away the tears that have suddenly come. Potter, my Harry is…gone.
Sure we have fights, what couple doesn‘t? Our fights end in mind blowing sex. But this time he has left. Cold seeps in to my bones. Not because it is cold, there is a raging fire next to me, but because I fear he won’t return. Replaying the fight, I think about how our relationship started. It was all thanks to my want to die.
Harry had taken that knife out of my hand. He then had slapped me across the face. I had looked up into his face. His lips descended onto mine. His lips kissed the breath away from me. He told me he loved me, and there was no way he would let me die.
I could not even stand up the day he told the rest of his friends that he and Ginny Weasley would be married. The bitch had smiled so brightly.
That is when I got out my knife again. He stopped me once more, the damn boy and his Gryffindor heroics. He should have just let me die. But no, I became his whore. Anything to just get close to him.
I watched as he married the bitch. I was there when his first child was born, James his name was. I was there when his second was born, Albus Severus. Of course I was there. It was the day my son, Scorpius was born. Harry was so mad for that. But we made up later, in a supply closet.
I thought our lives were as perfect as they could get. Until he broke this latest news. Ginny was pregnant again, a little girl this time. But because Ginny was in failing heath, due to the Wizarding flu, they had to go to a dry climate. He had finally come to tell me it was over…and all I could say was I hoped he was happy with the bitch and his godforsaken children. Maybe I am selfish, but I knew I was his first.
Standing up walk into the kitchen. He is not here to protect me from myself. He cannot stop me. I open the knife drawer and pick out a small but sharp one. I should make a note. Pansy will be the first one to find my body. I don’t want my son to see his father like this. I take a deep breath and began my note. I explain why this must be done. I tell Pansy she was the best friend a guy could ever have and wish that I had loved her. I tell Srcop that I am proud of him. Tell him to do well in school. Then I write to Po - Harry. I tell him that I love him, I always have, and wish him the best in his life.
I set the pen down and set a charm to notify the first person that walks in the house. I take the knife and head to my bedroom, but I cannot go in. We had made love not 6 hours ago, before he told me he was ending it. “One good romp before the end?” I had asked and got dressed.
Hot tears are now running down my cheeks. He used me, I know that, but I was the one that let him. I walk in and close the door. Steadying the blade I point it toward my abdomen. I take a deep breath and plunge it in. I cough up blood and fall to the floor on my knees. This is how I always knew I would die, alone and unloved. I close my eyes and lay my head down on the cold ground. I am fading, I can tell. My breath is shallow and my body feels numb.
“Goodbye, my love.”
Title: Fuck You II
Author: countess_hp
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter//Draco/Harry, implied Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 901
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco goes over his last fight with Harry. And Harry is not there to save him from himself.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warning(s): Angst, Attempted Suicide, Language
A/N: I made two of these. I wanted it to end ansgty but to end it happy.
Beta: Hambares
“Fuck you.”
“No, FUCK YOU, Malfoy!” Slam. He walked out. I’m sitting there stunned. I blink away the tears that have suddenly come. Potter, my Harry is…gone.
Sure we have fights, what couple doesn‘t? Our fights end in mind blowing sex. But this time he has left. Cold seeps in to my bones. Not because it is cold, there is a raging fire next to me, but because I fear he won’t return. Replaying the fight, I think about how our relationship started. It was all thanks to my want to die.
Harry had taken that knife out of my hand. He then had slapped me across the face. I had looked up into his face. His lips descended onto mine. His lips kissed the breath away from me. He told me he loved me, and there was no way he would let me die.
I could not even stand up the day he told the rest of his friends that he and Ginny Weasley would be married. The bitch had smiled so brightly.
That is when I got out my knife again. He stopped me once more, the damn boy and his Gryffindor heroics. He should have just let me die. But no, I became his whore. Anything to just get close to him.
I watched as he married the bitch. I was there when his first child was born, James his name was. I was there when his second was born, Albus Severus. Of course I was there. It was the day my son, Scorpius was born. Harry was so mad for that. But we made up later, in a supply closet.
I thought our lives were as perfect as they could get. Until he broke this latest news. Ginny was pregnant again, a little girl this time. But because Ginny was in failing heath, due to the Wizarding flu, they had to go to a dry climate. He had finally come to tell me it was over…and all I could say was I hoped he was happy with the bitch and his godforsaken children. Maybe I am selfish, but I knew I was his first.
Standing up walk into the kitchen. He is not here to protect me from myself. He cannot stop me. I open the knife drawer and pick out a small but sharp one. I should make a note. Pansy will be the first one to find my body. I don’t want my son to see his father like this. I take a deep breath and began my note. I explain why this must be done. I tell Pansy she was the best friend a guy could ever have and wish that I had loved her. I tell Srcop that I am proud of him. Tell him to do well in school. Then I write to Po - Harry. I tell him that I love him, I always have, and wish him the best in his life.
I set the pen down and set a charm to notify the first person that walks in the house. I take the knife and head to my bedroom, but I cannot go in. We had made love not 6 hours ago, before he told me he was ending it. “One good romp before the end?” I had asked and got dressed.
Hot tears are now running down my cheeks. He used me, I know that, but I was the one that let him. I walk in and close the door. Steadying the blade I point it toward my abdomen. I take a deep breath and plunge it in. I cough up blood and fall to the floor on my knees. This is how I always knew I would die, alone and unloved. I close my eyes and lay my head down on the cold ground. I am fading, I can tell. My breath is shallow and my body feels numb.
“Goodbye, my love
-=-=-=-=-
I wake up in a hospital bed. There is an IV in me. I must be receiving blood. I look across the room to see Harry looking at me.
“You fucking bastard,” Harry said as he got up from his chair. “Don‘t you dare die on me,” he said, slapping me across the face. I can taste blood in my mouth. “I won‘t let you,” he said, tears starting to form. “I won‘t let you leave me.” Harry leaned down and kissed me. But I pulled away from the kiss.
“Go back to your simpering wife. Leave me to die. You didn‘t care when you fucked me then said it was over.” My own tears were showing up.
“Draco…Ginny passed away before I got back,” Harry said, tears running down his face.
“Harry…” I sat up and opened my arms for him. He came to me, sobbing.
“After I found out, my thoughts went to you. I Apparated back to your house. Your letter came to me. I read the first line and then tore though the house. You were barely alive when I found you. I was not going to let the only person I ever loved get away from me.” He then took me into his arms and kissed my head. “You can help me raise James and Al,” Harry said.
“I will as long as I can live in your house. I don‘t want to feel like a whore anymore.”
“Deal.”