Welcome back again! Still have some writer's block, so I'm just trying to write something.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Believe me if I did, Tom Felton would be living in my house.
Arms folded together, snow white skin scarred with dirt. Rain screamed onto the rotted wood roof. Drops of rain should have hit the old floor, but magic stopped it.
His hands shook uncontrollably, scaring even him.
"Don't just stand there boy, be useful," hissed the oily voice. Jumping, the thin wizard brushed back dirty hair.
His eyes were wide as he stared blankly at the man before him. He could faintly recall the man helping him out, he owed his life to him.
Almost as if he'd been recently unfrozen, stiff legs guided him from the wall. Still he found himself standing in the middle of the single room. His eye trained onto one singular spot, gaze blank.
There was blood on his hands, blood over his mentor's robes. It swelled back and forth, almost as if breathing.
"Draco…Draco! Snap out of it, you can not even dream to be one of his follower's if you are this affected!" screamed Severus Snape.
Slate eyes drifted to the sallow face, the black blood slowly making it's way down his face. Stepping back, Draco tripped on his own feet, falling into the pool of seething blood.
"G-get away! Why is there so much blood!" he shouted, voice hoarse. His eyes were frantic darting around the room, much like a caged animal.
Severus drew back, black eyes gazing over his own robes, before looking around the room.
"Draco, there is…no blood. Your mind is playing tricks on you," he tried to reason, staring into the boy's eyes. "What would…Granger think if she saw you now?"
Slowly look up, he wearily looked around for the dripping blood. Frantic, he searches for the breathing liquid.
"I don't care what she thinks!" he shrieked, grabbing at his hair. "That stupid mudblood is worthless!"
Tears streaked down his face, leaving paths of white.
That stupid girl would wish she'd been grateful to him.
Severus lowered himself into an old chair, staring at the boy before him. Tentatively, he reached into him mind, trying to remain secretive.
Thousands of voices clawed for him, screaming in Lucius' voice.
Hermione's voice only whispered, but they seared into him.
'You're disappointing me Draco.'
Dumbledore's image burned into his eyes, the look of pain flashing. Drawing away from Draco, Severus could only stare at him.
How had he come to believe he, himself had killed the headmaster!
"She'll hate me now…oh gods," Draco mumbled, rocking back and forth. "I had just earned someone's trust…never again."
The look of disappointment would flare in her eyes, but he knew she would be disgusted.
Who wouldn't hate him now?
His eyes met Severus, gaze hard.
"Well Severus, are you going to continue to look simple"
His hands clenched together, drawing blood.
The mudblood could hate him…for now.
Sorry for the short length. But hope you enjoyed and please review.
I more then welcome flamers, the house is freezing!