Author's Note; I don't own any of this shit except for the shit I do own. I also rated whatever I rated it for a reason. Slash between Harry\Draco. Don't like, don't read, fuckers. Also, this is just an intro. Actual chapters will be much longer.
"Malfoy," a sharp voice called out, "Here you are. Do you know how long I've been looking for you in this bloody weather?"
Draco only moved to push himself off of the wall, flicking his cigarette into the bushes as he did so. The torch further down the hall was the only thing illuminating the corridor, making Draco's face especially difficult to see. Draco didn't move as he waited for the tall figure to draw closer, but not out of fear, or anticipation. Only indifference.
"Malfoy?" Blaise said, uncertain. He was beginning to think that maybe he had mistaken Draco for someone else.
But he had not. It was Draco. He was staring at the ground, away from his friend, Blaise's stares, his grey eyes particularly icy, and a snare fixed on his slightly trembling lips. The left side of his face was swollen, and his bottom lip was stained with old blood, probably from an hour or so ago. Blood matted his hair, and from what Blaise could tell, Draco was only seeing from one eye. Draco had his fair share of fights, but Draco had never come out of one looking like this. Blaise automatically figured some of the Gryffindor's must have ganged up on him while he was alone and vulnerable. It wouldn't have been the first time, but they had never gone this far.
"What the fuck, Malfoy?" Blaise whispered, reaching out to touch his face, "What did you do?"
"Don't touch it." Draco hissed, pulling his face away.
Blaise just stood and stared, and then his gaze traveled down Draco's body, down to his shirt. It was torn from the hem and down, old blood drippings coming from what Blaise figured came from Draco's face.
"Let's just go," he said.
Only it wasn't Blaise who spoke out this time. It wasn't even Draco. It was the first glance of what was soon to come, a slimmer of the monster that burrowed itself deep into Draco Malfoy's brain. A creature so ill, so evil, so sinister, that everybody had seen it coming, but no one had truly seen it. Not it's true form, not even the shedding of what was. Not anymore, at least.
With the exception of Harry Potter.