Draco
The air around him grew cold. He sucked in a breath to be greeted with a shot of pain through his head, throat and lungs. His eyes were open, yet unseeing in the darkness of the landscape. His forehead pounded, the knowledge of him passing out soon setting over him like needles.
"Draco!" A familiar voice called from behind him.
He whirled to see Harry Potter, flooded by light, pointing his wand ominously at him.
"H-rghh!" Was all Draco could get out before the last of his carefully rationed air floated out. He panicked, pumping his arms and legs to help nine get somwhere- anywhere where he could breathe.
Harry cocked his head to the side and grinned a sickening grin. "Looks like your time has run out. This will make things that much easier," his voice slowly started to change, morphing into the deep, raspy voice of the dark lord Draco so blindly followed the previous year. "It's such a pity you want out so soon. My! You have so much to live for my boy. Suit yourself..."
His voice rose to a scream, shouting the incantation for the killing curse as a bolt of green shot towards him. It ripples as if moving through water.
As if... moving through water...
Draco sat up with a gasp.
He leaped out of his bed before realizing where he was in the eighth year dormitory. Panting, he stood there for a second before collapsing on the old, wooden floor with a loud thump. Tears streamed down his face in a flurry of emotions. Sobbing softly, he tucked his legs to his bare chest, feeling the sweat and tear blend together.
Draco looked up to the sound of someone stirring in their bed. In the darkness, he could only see the black, disheveled hair of whoever leaned towards their bedside table. They muttered lumos under their breath and swept a hand over their face, as if putting on a pair of glasses. Emerald eyes searched the dormitory until resting on him. Of bloody course.
It just had to be Harry fucking Potter.
Draco stood up, dimly aware of his own body movements, turned on his heel and ran. Ran out of the dormitory, out of the common room and sprinted down the corridor, ignoring the protest of each and every painting along the walls. He collided with the door to the eighth year lavatory (which up until this year was y prefects lavatory) and again collapsed, back against the door, inside.
He sat there, with tears streaming down his face in rivets, for the better part of an hour. Thoughts that he really
(moving through water)
just wanted to forget kept reoccurring. Thoughts about the abuse he received, thoughts of last year and Harry's near death escape pained him, yet kept coming back, regardless of what he did. A thought, so different from the rest, scared
(want out so quickly)
him, but he couldn't resist toying with the idea, either. If he went for only a five minute bath, he would be
(avadaaaaa kedaavrrraaa)
rid of all pain, all the suffering. It's not like anyone would miss him. No one needed him. He would be free, and no one would give a shit whether he missed potions the next day.
It was decided; Draco stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the grand, tile bathtub. As the bath started to fill with water, and he mustered all the strength a cowardly Slytherin could, he couldn't help but that even the sirens, who sat on the stained glass windows, decided to look away.
Draco evaluated his surroundings, wondering what could have ever seemed desirable about his life. He touched his chest gingerly, right above his heart, and traced the lighting bolt scar left there by his father. Draco smirked.
"The only thing that I'm going to miss about my shitty life is the fact that I got to see Harry Potter every single fucking day," Draco muttered, raising his head to look at the ceiling and started to shout. "You hear that Potter? I'm sorry! I'm sorry for all the awful shit I did to you over the years! I'm sorry for everything I've ever done! I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Tears flooded Draco's cheeks once again. He looked down at the water. Slowly, he whispered, "I'm sorry for loving you," and submerged himself in the warm water- not once coming up for air during those five minutes.
