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Note: This is a fic that deals with self-harm; or at least, the action of it. Don't read if you get triggered easily. I hope you like it!
Title: To Forget
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A redheaded girl sat on the cold stone steps of a castle, humming quietly. Cinnamon eyes darted around the expanse of ground, before she tucked herself away into a corner of the stairs.
Her soft music died as she dug in her pocket, retrieving a piece of metal only few would recognize as a Muggle razor blade. It didn't matter where she had gotten it; it was what she planned to do with it. Grey eyes watched her, intense and calculating.
As she lifted the shining object, he walked up. She stared suspiciously at him.
"What do you want?" Her voice was one of annoyance; and fear? He supposed it must be, because she had no way to tell what he'd seen. She'd already tucked the blade back into the folds of her robe.
Gently, he took her hand, turning it palm up. His hand was warm and comforting. He pushed her sleeve back, as if he'd done it before. She stared at him in shock and horror as her scars were revealed.
"Why do you do it? Do you have a death wish?" His voice was soft, but somehow still managed to remind the younger girl of Hermione's shrill cacophony.
"I do it to feel better, not to die. I would have thought that you of all people understand." She was tempted to push back his robe, but didn't. He sat down heavily next to her on the stone steps.
"Oh darling." The pet name rolled off his tongue easily, and she found that she liked it. "Believe me; I do. I understand more than you know." Before she could protest, he had pulled her against him into a kiss. Her eyes closed gently as he dropped her unclothed arm to slide his fingers into her fire-like hair. She slid her arms around his waist, moving so she was practically on his lap. He broke away, looking at her. Her breath came in heavy short bursts; her hair was slightly mussed and her lips swollen. Before she could react to what had happened, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips and stood. She looked up at him.
"What did you do that for?" Her hand strayed to her lips subconsciously.
"To make you forget." Draco winked, and a piece of familiar metal glinted in his hand. He walked off with a jaunt in his step, pocketing her blade.
She stared at him, angry and… grateful?
It didn't matter much. She could always find more things. There was always something to ease the pain of a broken heart. But he had been a safe temporary amnesiac.
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