A/N: My first song fic! Yay! All about Draco’s angst. =) Hope you like it! PLEASE REVIEW and I will love you forever. =) Enjoy!

Memory

by Elani Wrapdon
 
 
 

Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her mem’ry?
She is smiling alone.
 

Draco Malfoy, now twenty-three years old, thought back through his life. All those memories. Not good ones either. He had never loved anyone except for Hermione Granger, and now she was dead, thanks to his mother and Voldemort. Of course, the old Dark Lord was long gone too, but his mother had taken his place, giving Draco the position of second in command.
 

In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet.
And the wind-
Begins to moan.
 

He had never asked for this. He was once a happy, care-free child. Narcissa had changed all that. At the age of seven, she had given him a new toy…a whip. But he wasn’t allowed to play with it. He was only allowed to be hit with it. Draco shuddered, remembering how she laugh maliciously as she struck him again and again…the scars were still all over his back.
 

Mem’ry-
All alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then,
 

When he was sixteen, his father had died respectively of a heart attack. Or at least that was what most people thought. Draco knew his mother too well to believe that; she had wanted absolute power in the Malfoy family and gave him the ole Avada Kedavra. And as soon as Lucius was dead, she had warned Draco that if he ever step a foot out of line, he would face the same fate as his father.
 

I remember the time
I knew what happiness was.
Let the mem’ry
Live again.
 

Draco glared at his Bloody Mary, and then picked it up, downing it quickly. The Shrieking Banshee was the perfect pub to lose yourself in. No one cared who you were in there. It was all people from the Dark side- mostly Death Eaters- and an ornery old bartender who didn’t care how much you drank as long as you paid for it all.

"Gonna pay for that?" he asked Draco, glancing suspiciously at the empty glass.

Draco laughed spitefully and threw three galleons at him. He got up on rubber feet and walked as well as he could out of the pub, slumping down on the side of the building once he had gotten out.
 

Ev’ry street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters
And a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning.
 

What went wrong in my life? Draco asked himself, praying that someday there would be a reward for his suffering. He pined to be with Hermione in a new life…a life without his mother, without Dark Lords and Death Eaters, without pubs where you could drink yourself silly and regret it in the morning.

A tiny pinkish haze was now rising over Knockturn Alley. Draco sighed painfully, wishing his life would end. He wished that it would be his last day on Earth as a human and that he could join Hermione wherever she was. Then it struck him; it could be his last day on Earth! He pulled out an ancient knife, the one that was jammed into the mattress, clutched tight into his fathers hand whilst Narcissa killed him. Draco traced it lightly across his wrist, and then pressed hard. And all was black.
 

Daylight.
I must wait for the sunrise.
I must think of a new life
And I musnt-n’t give in.
When the dawn comes,
Tonight will be a memory, too.
And a new day will begin.
 
 
 

A/N: ::sigh:: It wasn’t that good, was it? Please review, because it was my *first* songfic, and I need to know what people think. I might write more song fics, because there are a lot of really good songs I know of that would be perfect, but I won’t unless people like this one! Thanks all!