*HotPinkTriangle* Killing Apathy *6*
Draco buried his face in his hands. Someone was talking. He couldn't listen. He looked up slowly. Bloodshot eyes. He stared forward without seeing. Lip still bleeding. His left eye was hurting. He looked at his shoes. Wishing this fucking day would end. *Draco? * Dumbledore was looking at him now. Concern in his eyes. Long pause. *Have you been taking your medication? * No answer. *Draco you know that substance abuse does not help.it will not make things any easier* more silence. Dumbledore gave a long sigh. *You may leave then. * Draco walked slowly to the door. *Draco wait-* He looked at the Headmaster. Standing now. *-Never mind Draco.. Have a good evening. * There was nothing else to say. And he knew that the words wouldn't help.
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*Get up Malfoy.* Draco face down on his bed. Too tired. *I knew you'd be here... Hurry it up before I change my mind about saving your ass again* Draco sat up slowly, squinting. He followed Snape out of the dormitory. A classroom. Detention. Shit. Potter stood inside waiting. His left temple bandaged. Not happy. He wanted to fucking hit him again. Just looking at him made him want to. *for the next week you both will meet me here and I will give you your assignments. Any questions? * Silence. *Right then, outside* *It's raining* Draco said dully. *I'm sure you'll manage* Snape snapped. He left them at the entrance. *Greenhouse, and don't hang about* he added with irritation. Snape made his way back to the dungeons, black robes following behind.
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Rain fell hard. A somber glance at Malfoy and Harry zipped up his jacket. Draco stood in the rain as Harry ran ahead towards the greenhouse. Staring up at the gray sky. He made his way slowly across the grounds.
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Their job was shit. Organizing shit. Malfoy worked at a slow pace, alphabetizing and re-alphabetizing plants. All shit. He thought dryly. He couldn't remember if he was supposed to be doing this or not. *I'm missing band practice* Harry complained. *What about you?* Harry asked. No answer. Draco walked away. * ** * ** * An hour later they left the greenhouse. The rain had almost disappeared. Draco lingered to smoke a cigarette. Harry ran his hand through his soaked hair and watched Malfoy. His own hair wet and his pale hands shaking. Harry balanced from one foot to the other. He hesitated *Why wont you look at me?* Quiet. Draco finished his cigarette and began to walk away. *Why wont you fucking talk to me Malfoy?!* Loud now. Draco turned around. Slow. *Because if I do, I might fucking hurt you- that's why.*
Draco buried his face in his hands. Someone was talking. He couldn't listen. He looked up slowly. Bloodshot eyes. He stared forward without seeing. Lip still bleeding. His left eye was hurting. He looked at his shoes. Wishing this fucking day would end. *Draco? * Dumbledore was looking at him now. Concern in his eyes. Long pause. *Have you been taking your medication? * No answer. *Draco you know that substance abuse does not help.it will not make things any easier* more silence. Dumbledore gave a long sigh. *You may leave then. * Draco walked slowly to the door. *Draco wait-* He looked at the Headmaster. Standing now. *-Never mind Draco.. Have a good evening. * There was nothing else to say. And he knew that the words wouldn't help.
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*Get up Malfoy.* Draco face down on his bed. Too tired. *I knew you'd be here... Hurry it up before I change my mind about saving your ass again* Draco sat up slowly, squinting. He followed Snape out of the dormitory. A classroom. Detention. Shit. Potter stood inside waiting. His left temple bandaged. Not happy. He wanted to fucking hit him again. Just looking at him made him want to. *for the next week you both will meet me here and I will give you your assignments. Any questions? * Silence. *Right then, outside* *It's raining* Draco said dully. *I'm sure you'll manage* Snape snapped. He left them at the entrance. *Greenhouse, and don't hang about* he added with irritation. Snape made his way back to the dungeons, black robes following behind.
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Rain fell hard. A somber glance at Malfoy and Harry zipped up his jacket. Draco stood in the rain as Harry ran ahead towards the greenhouse. Staring up at the gray sky. He made his way slowly across the grounds.
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Their job was shit. Organizing shit. Malfoy worked at a slow pace, alphabetizing and re-alphabetizing plants. All shit. He thought dryly. He couldn't remember if he was supposed to be doing this or not. *I'm missing band practice* Harry complained. *What about you?* Harry asked. No answer. Draco walked away. * ** * ** * An hour later they left the greenhouse. The rain had almost disappeared. Draco lingered to smoke a cigarette. Harry ran his hand through his soaked hair and watched Malfoy. His own hair wet and his pale hands shaking. Harry balanced from one foot to the other. He hesitated *Why wont you look at me?* Quiet. Draco finished his cigarette and began to walk away. *Why wont you fucking talk to me Malfoy?!* Loud now. Draco turned around. Slow. *Because if I do, I might fucking hurt you- that's why.*