Hey. Me again. I got no reviews of my other fanfic… I guess that one is not good. Here is one. It is only a short one, but HELP! I'd like you to review this with your opinion: should I continue with it? PLEASE REVIEW so I know! Thank you! (As you know I don't own Harry Potter or anything of the like, so don't sue me!)
The Soul of a Dragon
Draco burst into the Prefects Bathroom and slammed against the wall, breathing heavily. He was completely exhausted – even his quidditch-trained body wasn't used to running so fast. He leant back against the wall, catching his breath, the panic within him slowly dying. That was close, too close… that was the second time he had escaped since the trauma that happened a week ago. Naturally, no one knew. No one knew the fear that stalked him now – to his classmates he seemed his normal self…or maybe they just hadn't noticed. No one…except someone with watchful emerald eyes…
Draco ran a shaking hand through his silvery blonde hair, trying to forget…but what he had been through could never be forgotten. He slid down the wall until he was hugging his knees, wondering how long this game would last. Deep in his distraught soul he knew that he couldn't run forever… it was only a matter of time. A matter of time until he would have to face the same agonising pain once again. He repeatedly asked himself the same question: Why was it him who had to suffer? Anger, confusion and fear started to rise in him once more. He knew no one would be able to help him, let alone want to help. He was on his own, as he would be forever.
As these distressed voices ran through his mind, his dull, grey eyes became submerged in tears. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to give up, to let his hunter catch his prey. Part of him wanted to end it, though the other refused to let his father take his strength. He had tried to hide his anger and return to his normal school life… but that could only last so long. His soul was strong… though the experience he lived had the power to destroy the soul of a dragon.
He couldn't take it. His anger radiated off him in violent waves as he slammed his fist into the cold wall. Through his blurry eyes he didn't notice the snap of his wrist on second impact with the harsh, lifeless stone. His emotions had claimed him, and giving up the will to resist them, he curled up on the damp floor. Pain now surged through his wrist, though that was nothing compared to the stabbing at his soul that appeared everyday now. Hot tears fell down his cheeks, falling aimlessly onto the floor, as he cradles his fist close to his chest, hoping this nightmare was only a dream.
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Watch. That's all he could do. Watch how the life in Draco's eyes rapidly started to fade, watch how his soul was being ripped apart by some unavoidable force… He knew something wasn't right. As his emerald eyes watched the boy's every move, he couldn't stop the sinking feeling within him. Draco was his rival. Draco loathed him. But that didn't matter to him. He still cared. He knew that no other noticed Draco's state. He was the only one. And this is why he felt so unsure. When Draco was not at dinner, fear overcame him as he went to search the grounds. He knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. As he pressed his hand against the smooth door of the Prefects Bathroom, he didn't know that the sight he would encounter would shatter his heart.
Bitter emptiness swept over him as his eyes watched the weeping Slytherin curled up helplessly by the cold wall. He didn't have to know the cause of the pain – he knew that the source had broken this dragon's soul. As he glided over to Draco's frozen form, he knew just by the silver streaks on his pale face that nothing could rebuild the blonde's hopes. Wide, blurry eyes stared back into his own, searching for any form of stability. His emerald eyes returned the desperate gaze, calm, letting the boy know that he would fight beside him. The comfort that was given in his gaze seemed unfamiliar to the weakened boy beside him. He put his hand upon the other's, the touch of ice spreading through him. He knew Draco couldn't last on his own…
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Draco found safety in the sturdy emerald eyes upon him. His saviour placed a warm hand of strength on his own – one gesture that told him all he wanted to know. If someone would save him… Harry would.
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