HotPinkTriangle *9* Killing Apathy
Harry walked slowly down the hallway. His band mates tagging close by. Second fight this week, the Gryffindors taking Malfoy as a personal insult. Detention was going to last forever. His right eye almost constantly bruised. He tried to ignore the stares that followed him as he passed by.
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Draco didn't show up in class for two days. Harry skipped lunch. Knocking on his door. No answer. He pushed the door open and walked in. Dark. Only a dim light. Draco face down on his bed. Harry whispered his name. No answer. Harry pushed the long hair out of Draco's face. Eyes half shut. A vacant look on his face. *Draco?* he whispered again. With some difficulty he maneuvered Draco into a sitting position. He sat there on the edge of the bed, hands on his shoulders to hold him up so he wouldn't fall. *Fuck, Harry* Draco whispered. Harry couldn't speak. In awe from the expression on Draco's face. And there were scars from shooting up on Draco's pale arms. *Please. Tell me what's wrong* Harry pleaded. Draco looked up slowly, his face wet from the tears falling slowly down his face. *I'm so overwhelmed . . . . that I can't fucking breath* Draco's arms around his waste now, crying into his t-shirt.
"Addict" -K's Choice
Harry walked slowly down the hallway. His band mates tagging close by. Second fight this week, the Gryffindors taking Malfoy as a personal insult. Detention was going to last forever. His right eye almost constantly bruised. He tried to ignore the stares that followed him as he passed by.
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Draco didn't show up in class for two days. Harry skipped lunch. Knocking on his door. No answer. He pushed the door open and walked in. Dark. Only a dim light. Draco face down on his bed. Harry whispered his name. No answer. Harry pushed the long hair out of Draco's face. Eyes half shut. A vacant look on his face. *Draco?* he whispered again. With some difficulty he maneuvered Draco into a sitting position. He sat there on the edge of the bed, hands on his shoulders to hold him up so he wouldn't fall. *Fuck, Harry* Draco whispered. Harry couldn't speak. In awe from the expression on Draco's face. And there were scars from shooting up on Draco's pale arms. *Please. Tell me what's wrong* Harry pleaded. Draco looked up slowly, his face wet from the tears falling slowly down his face. *I'm so overwhelmed . . . . that I can't fucking breath* Draco's arms around his waste now, crying into his t-shirt.
"Addict" -K's Choice