A/N- I got bored late at night so I the random drabble was born (this happens far too often). Anyway, I don't own the characters etc etc etc, only the imagination, so please don't nick.
Summery- Draco discovers somethings that he never knew.
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Crimson, bright, shining, drops gathering into a pool, brilliantly contrasting the mahogany of the desk onto which it falls. The colour is radiant, especially in the harsh bathroom lights. It is enthralling, or is it only I who feels that way? The way it throbs beneath your skin and when the fragile tissue is severed, the pulsating river mutates into the source of the stream, blood pumping out of the gash in the earth. I find it truly hypnotic. On the other hand, Harry, who has just entered the room, does not. He doesn't understand.
Even whilst he grabs the knife from my hand, I do not acknowledge his presence. I am to absorbed in the spilling of precious life force to hear the wasted words that he is shouting at me. And why should I listen? He does not understand the liberation that can be found in slicing into virgin flesh, marring and jading it for the entire world to see.
My head is beginning to lose its grip on reality; a sensation of it being weightless and not attached has come over it. Strange, I had not anticipated this too happen, yet at the same time I am not surprised. I find my gaze torn from the engraving by my head lolling back, my neck unable to support my head. I am instead focused upon his eyes, the green tinted with worry and panic. This is a night for firsts. I have never seen him in a sate like this before, even when his friends are in mortal peril, he never loses his cool.
The blood loss is taking its toll. I am surprised I lasted this long without losing consciousness. I smile sickeningly as the pain in my wrist flares up as he trys to stem the flow; I always believed that if you were going to die, you should feel it, know that it was your final stand and that there is nothing you can do. I find that I was right, as usual. Before my sight looses all of its focus, I notice that he has tears streaming down his face. He looks so desperate, so in need of help, and all of a sudden, I do not want to go just yet. But it is too late.
