*THIRD PERSON POV YOU GUYS*
"Do you know anything about the sudden disappearance of Neville Longbottom, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco bit his lip. In all seriousness, he knew nothing. "N-no." Merlin's pants. What happened?
"Really?" The Minister arches an eyebrow. "Then how come he mentions you numerous times in the letter we found on his personnel?"
On the inside, Draco was pleading, hoping that this was some kind of sick joke. He remembered perfectly well what had happened, though it was over a year ago. On the outside, however, he forced himself to remain cool and composed.
Or, he was trying to.
Reaching out a trembling hand, Draco took the paper.
Hey guys. Whoever reads this, if you read it, I'm long gone. Tell Draco Malfoy I'm sorry. Tell him that I love him, but it was he who made me do what I did. I'm sorry.
Draco gasps, covering his mouth with his hand. Tears were falling, but he didn't care.
He was a monster.
It was he who made Neville die. He drove him to it. He was a monster, a freak who doesn't deserve to live, but doesn't deserve to die either.
"So you know something."
"Yes. I was his boyfriend. Then I broke up with him." Draco was trembling, sobbing, completely broke down.
"We found him dead at the base of the cliff by your home."
"Oh my God. Please-please don't tell me. I-I-I can't bear it."
Draco turns and leaves.
He didn't know where he was going.
His parents were right all along. He couldn't be steady. He never was.
He realized that it was Neville, not Hermione, who was made for him.
What has he done?
He finds the cliff, about to jump. He hesitates, and just stares at it.
It could be okay. It would take time, and maybe his life, but he would try for redemption.
Smiling for the first time in a year, he walks into his home.
Things could be okay. He will get better, like Neville would want him to. He would live a long, happy life, like Neville wants him to. And when the time comes, he will be reunited with his one true love yet again.