Title: Disappointed by a Little Thing
Author: Mrs. RT aka ccmom
Rating: pg
Pairing: none
Word count: 407
Summary: A perfectly good fight goes sour for Draco when he gets distracted by a little thing.
Disclaimer: Please. Not mine. Etc, etc. etc.
A/N: I think my muse is depressed.
The blood was warm. Warmer than he thought it would be considering that it had just been shaken off of Potter's fist. Draco noted that the drop had landed just under his left eye and was slowly making its way towards his mouth; leaving a red snail-like trail oozing down his cheek. Without pausing to think, his tongue darted out and licked at it. He was surprised that it tasted bitter. He'd always assumed that it would taste different somehow. After all, it was the blood of the 'savior'. The warm puff of air drew his attention back to the raving Gryffindor in front of him.
"…and if I ever hear that out of your mouth again Malfoy; it will be your face that I hit instead of this wall." Harry's face was red with anger and frustration. He dropped the bloodied hand down to his side, yet it still shook with the force of his anger. Draco swallowed hard once more, still tasting the blood on his tongue.
"Sure, Potter. I'll remember to tremble before you like all of your other worshippers." Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he paused for effect. "But then again, I'm not one of those. So why don't you just get over yourself and let your betters pass by unmolested." He intentionally held his head up higher at these words and shoved the other boy out of his way. He had suddenly become bored with this fight.
"That's right, Malfoy!" The words were yelled at him from down the hall. "Walk away like the coward you are." He almost paused at those words. His hand automatically reached for his wand and when he felt the familiar wood he continued on his way ignoring the words behind him. He felt strangely disassociated from his surroundings. True, while he did get a little satisfaction of getting Potter worked up into a fit, he couldn't shake the feeling that something came from the encounter that he wasn't ready to accept.
He opened the door to his room and walked inside. A soft thud emitted from the door as he leaned back on it. He reached up to touch his lips with his fingers. Pulling them away, he looked down on them and noticed some more of Potter's blood on them. Realization came suddenly as he stared at the red stain. Potter was human after all. For some reason, Draco found that fact profoundly disappointing.