Round Two: One Night Out
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The rain dripped steadily through drenched gold, marring ivory skin as it mingled with a more shameful track of drops. The sky was black, but it was overshadowed by the darkness steadily creeping through the young man's soul.
Draco slammed a fist into the soaked ground under his knees, desperately wishing he was connecting with something more satisfying than spongy earth, longing for fragile skin and bone.
"Fuck you, Potter," he snarled to the emptiness. He was allowed one night out of the castle and it was spent like this. There would be no second chances this time. "Fuck you."
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