This is my first attempt at fanfiction. No flames please but constructive critisism would be great. I hope you enjoy. Thank you. x
Regrets
The night is somehow different tonight, there are no clouds in the inky sky, the air is still and calm. There is only a gentle breeze to carry fallen leaves across the stoned ground. The pale moon filters through the dungeon's tiny windows into Slytherin's dormitory. It ghosts across a young man's face giving the sleeper a snow white complexion. However you'd be forgiven for thinking his slumber is as peaceful as the night outside. Instead his pale eyelashes flutter against slightly flushed cheeks, his laboured breathing is shallow as clammy hands grip at forgotten sheets. His blond hair is plastered to his damp forehead. He jerks suddenly. His grey eyes move beneath their closed lids as the boy in question is taken to another place. A place filled with fire, screams, darkness and death. Oh, so much death.
Yes it is safe to say Draco Malfoy regrets his past deeds…