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Every Song Must End by 800 words of heaven

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 878

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Characters: Draco, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/OC

First Published: 02/28/2013
Last Chapter: 03/08/2013
Last Updated: 03/08/2013


And his song had ended.

Companion to It Is the Colour of Joy

Written for The VividImagination's Doctor Who Quote Challenge | Banner by Carousel. @tda

Chapter 1: Bitter...
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who, nor did I create it - those would be Sidney Newman, CE Webber and Donald Wilson. The actual quote used is from the episode, "Planet of the Ood" by Keith Temple.


Every song must end.


There was a time in his life when he did not believe that.

How could he?

He was the chosen one; the one chosen by the Dark Lord; the one to kill His greatest foe.

He was going to end the song of Dumbledore.

It did not mean that his song, too, would one day end.

And if it did, never this soon.

Never this fast.

Never this way.


He still dreamt of that night atop the Astronomy Tower.

The night that had changed everything.

The night where his true allegiances were finally revealed to the world.

The night when everything went wrong.

How did it go so wrong?


He did not wish to think about what he had done in the year after that night.

The atrocities that he had seen.

He had seen his father slip into the deep, dark chasm of his battered soul.

He had seen his aunt joyously succumb to the madness within.

He had seen his mother fade into the greyness, becoming lost in her anguish and fear.

He had seen his teacher become a monster to rival the hatred of men.

He had seen.

He had watched.

He had beared witness.

He had committed.


Somehow, they had escaped.

The Dark Lord had fallen.

And they had escaped.

They had escaped to find a better life.

A life free of duty.

A life free of fear.

A life free of condemnation.

A life; this life.

It was yet to come.


He sat alone in the dinghy little coffee shop.

Only his thoughts kept him company.

He stared out the grimy window.

His eyes tracked a bright blur as his thoughts wandered.

He watched as the blur pushed the old, wooden door of the shop.

He heard the bell jangle.

His gaze met hers.

And that was when he knew.

His song had ended.


She was perfect.

He had never talked to her, but he knew.

He watched her almost every day, entering the dusty, old coffee shop at almost the same time, and ordering a double espresso with two sugars to go.

She liked her coffee bitter, always choosing the strongest blend.

He was bitter.

But she liked her coffee sweet, if the two sugars were any indication.

He hated sweet.


After three months of watching her from afar for just five minutes every day, he began to wonder if he should perhaps approach her.

Talk to her.

Hold her hand.

Kiss her.

Let her heal his soul.

He knew she could do it; she of the long dark hair, and love of bitter and sweet.

But he knew.

His song had ended.


In the end, she approached him.

She talked to him.

She held his hand.

She kissed him.

She healed his soul.


And that was when he knew.

Every song must end.

And the song of Draco had ended.

But the song of Draco and Astoria had only just begun.

AN: Hello lovely readers! So I wrote this for TheVividImagination’s Doctor Who Quote Challenge. My quote was “Every song must end” as said by the ever cool Ood Sigma (The Ood are like my favourite DW aliens of all time, so I was super excited to get this quote. They’re just such a peaceful and thought-provoking species and what Donna says about them is so true. They are truly the most beautiful creatures in the universe in my eyes). On a personal level, I decided to challenge myself. I don’t know if you guys noticed or not, but I used no apostrophes in this piece. I know it’s a pretty weird challenge to set oneself, but I was feeling creative. I also wanted to write a piece in just 501 words (the extra one is a superstitious thing on my part) and something with no dialogue. If you’ve ever read anything else of mine, just how heavily I rely on dialogue to tell my story (due to a sore lack of descriptive skills), so I wanted to see if I could do it. Also, the style is a little different to how I usually write, but I wanted to play around with it visually as well. And just to top things off, I kinda made it a little angsty, but then threw in that happy ending (because that’s what the Ood inspired me to do!).

Anyway, I think my AN is now longer than my actual story, so I should wrap up now. What did you guys think of it? Should I try something like this again? Was it totally bleurgh? Was it so amazing that I should adopt this new writing style?

PLEASE TELL ME (in that little grey box below!).

Adios amigos! :D