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Alcyone had stayed behind after class to have a little chat with Hermione, which had went very well. The girl swore to keep her secret and seemed very calm about the whole thing. Afterwards she had went to Dumbledore to discuss how her lesson had gone, and she found herself talking to him about many different topics. By the time she returned to the Slytherin common room there was only one figure left. Draco sat in a chair facing the fire, a visable slump to his shoulders. She quietly walked behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning over the chair. "You are wonderus, Sly Dragon," she whispered. Draco jumped, but soon relaxed. "You could have told me that in class." he said. "I didn't want to make everyone feel inferior," she hissed, breathing on his neck. She couldn't help flirting with him, he was so damn cute when he pouted. "Forgive me?" she stuck her lower lip out pleadingly. Draco turned to look at her, she was so sexy with her lip suck out. He had to stifle the urge to kiss her. "Of course." She smiled, "Night then," and left the room. Silver eyes stared at the door to her room long after she had gone, thinking about how confusing life had become since she came to Hogwarts. Not that it wasn't before, he had had a cruse on his enime for god's sake. But now he had all these new feelings to go along with it. Until a few days ago Draco had believed he was gay, but now it seemed he liked both sexes. What the hell was he going to do? That had been a dumb question- he knew what he was going to do- for now at least. Walking to his room he removed his razor from his blade and sighed, feeling the cool metal in his hands again. This time he used his forarm since his wrists were still healing. He ran the blade along his arm, teasing himself. The coldness of the metal made his skin tingle. His breath rigid with anticipation. Then he cut. Way deep He hissed as the pain of his haste to bury the pain struck him like a hammer. His vision faded into darkness and he fell back on the bed, blood pooring from his arm all over the sheets.
Shadowy figures fluttered across his vision, as he slowly came back into the world of the living. His arm was bandaged and he was under the covers in the middle of his bed, as if he had just fallen asleep. The clock told him he had been unconscienciuos for several hours. Who had found him? Who knew what he did to himself? Had they told Dumbledore? He sure as hell didn't want Dumbledore to know. It had to have been a Slytherin...or a teacher. He prayed it wasn't a teacher. In his panick he went for his wrazor case, but thought better of it. He couldn't risk whoever it was coming back again and catching him. "Shit," he said, body shaking with fear. Would they confront him? Would he have to see a shrink? Wwould- "Shut up damnit! You're a freaking Malfoy for god's sake. Calm down." he chastised himself. Taking deep breathes he managed to clear his mind. Then the fatigue of blood loss set in and he fell into a sleep full of nightmares. The next morning he took as much time getting rady as he could without being late. He didn't want to walk with the others in case it had been one of them. He kept to himself for the entire day, walking alone from class to class, never speaking unless spoken to by a teacher. Jumping evertime one of them did call his name. He expected someone to confront him any second, but no one did. And as the day wore on his fear subsided. By the time he reached his room that night it was gone, and he fell asleep with a smile.
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Alcyone had stayed behind after class to have a little chat with Hermione, which had went very well. The girl swore to keep her secret and seemed very calm about the whole thing. Afterwards she had went to Dumbledore to discuss how her lesson had gone, and she found herself talking to him about many different topics. By the time she returned to the Slytherin common room there was only one figure left. Draco sat in a chair facing the fire, a visable slump to his shoulders. She quietly walked behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning over the chair. "You are wonderus, Sly Dragon," she whispered. Draco jumped, but soon relaxed. "You could have told me that in class." he said. "I didn't want to make everyone feel inferior," she hissed, breathing on his neck. She couldn't help flirting with him, he was so damn cute when he pouted. "Forgive me?" she stuck her lower lip out pleadingly. Draco turned to look at her, she was so sexy with her lip suck out. He had to stifle the urge to kiss her. "Of course." She smiled, "Night then," and left the room. Silver eyes stared at the door to her room long after she had gone, thinking about how confusing life had become since she came to Hogwarts. Not that it wasn't before, he had had a cruse on his enime for god's sake. But now he had all these new feelings to go along with it. Until a few days ago Draco had believed he was gay, but now it seemed he liked both sexes. What the hell was he going to do? That had been a dumb question- he knew what he was going to do- for now at least. Walking to his room he removed his razor from his blade and sighed, feeling the cool metal in his hands again. This time he used his forarm since his wrists were still healing. He ran the blade along his arm, teasing himself. The coldness of the metal made his skin tingle. His breath rigid with anticipation. Then he cut. Way deep He hissed as the pain of his haste to bury the pain struck him like a hammer. His vision faded into darkness and he fell back on the bed, blood pooring from his arm all over the sheets.
Shadowy figures fluttered across his vision, as he slowly came back into the world of the living. His arm was bandaged and he was under the covers in the middle of his bed, as if he had just fallen asleep. The clock told him he had been unconscienciuos for several hours. Who had found him? Who knew what he did to himself? Had they told Dumbledore? He sure as hell didn't want Dumbledore to know. It had to have been a Slytherin...or a teacher. He prayed it wasn't a teacher. In his panick he went for his wrazor case, but thought better of it. He couldn't risk whoever it was coming back again and catching him. "Shit," he said, body shaking with fear. Would they confront him? Would he have to see a shrink? Wwould- "Shut up damnit! You're a freaking Malfoy for god's sake. Calm down." he chastised himself. Taking deep breathes he managed to clear his mind. Then the fatigue of blood loss set in and he fell into a sleep full of nightmares. The next morning he took as much time getting rady as he could without being late. He didn't want to walk with the others in case it had been one of them. He kept to himself for the entire day, walking alone from class to class, never speaking unless spoken to by a teacher. Jumping evertime one of them did call his name. He expected someone to confront him any second, but no one did. And as the day wore on his fear subsided. By the time he reached his room that night it was gone, and he fell asleep with a smile.