The Colour Red
Red.
Draco thought the colour was an existing contradiction.
Oh, but you wouldn't understand his sentiment since to most people it was just another small part of the spectrum, a colour used to describe everyday life and the items within it.
Most people had never had to view the colour the way he had, the way so many people in his world (or any war-torn world) had.
For the blond, this colour had almost become the embodiment of war and death. A colour that plagued his nightmares, whether he was sleeping or awake.
It was horror, danger and anguish.
And he hated it.
Some might wonder why it was the colour red and not green, that haunted him? For wasn't green the colour of the death curse? Wasn't green usually the colour that one associated with the dark side?
Green curses that caused fatalities. Green for the Dark Mark that led to bad omens. Green for the Slytherin house, from where most dark wizards hailed. Green for common poisons. Green for envy and greed...
But no...that was not the case for this young soul.
Red was generally the colour of love and passion. The colour for festive seasons like Christmas and Valentines day. Red was the colour of Gryffindor's (the house of the brave and noble). Some even associated the colour with warmth.
To Draco, red was the roaring fire and burning tendrils of the flaming cursed fire which had consumed Crabbe.
Red was blood, warm and dripping and pooling across stone floors in dark puddles that almost seemed black.
Red was Greybacks claws when he got the privilege of ending a prisoners life.
Red was the words that Bellatrix Lestrange carved into Grangers chest with a knife.
Red was danger and despair.
Red meant torture.
Red were the gleaming cold eyes of the Dark Lord.
Red was a nightmare...
And he hated it the colour.
A/N: Comments? Criticism? I like them all.