You say it hurts. I know it does. I've been under the influence of it before.
Your blood-it's red.
Oh, don't give me that look. You know I didn't expect it to be crimson. The dark color contrasts nicely with your skin tone, despite it being your own blood.
Honestly, Draco. I imagined it to be silver.
But reds okay.
Really, I imagined that when this day came, I would be watching your blood ooze out from your wrists and throat in silver waterfalls, not red gushes. Somehow, the colour Silver just seemed so much better than the colour Red.
You're such a baby, Malfoy! Of course it hurts! I fucking slit your wrists!
You say you loved me?
You're lying. I can see it in your...eyes...
Shut up.
Here, hows that? Ah, that looks more realistic. If you don't know, Malfoy, I have just charmed your red blood to become the color silver. Its very pretty-no, my mistake-beautiful.
Dammit.
Even in death, even when your so fucking close to dying, you can almost taste it, you still seem to somehow pull off the stunt of looking graceful as you do it.
Yes, Draco...I loved you, too.
But this is how it has to be, so-
"Harry?"
Harry Potter awoke, only to see his lover looking back at him with concern etched across his features. Lunging at him, Harry latched his body onto Dracos.
"That was the sickest dream I ever had, Draco! You...you were...I...oh god, I think I'm going to be sick...!"
-say good bye.
"I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Harry."