Calypse: I don't know why I wrote this 0o;;
His wings completely out of their sockets, dislocated and broken...
He would never fly again
'Never?' he thought and laughed silently
He tried to get up on to his legs to find that his forelimbs had been completely shattered
He laughed at that too, too bad it hurt too much to actually do it physically
Streaks of crimson pooled beneath him staining his fur pinkish red
Red...
He stopped laughing
"Had. Enough?" panted the voice of his eternal rival holding out his wand.
He growled threateningly though it came out as a cross between a yelp and a whimper, his ribs had been broken in the fight and were currently poking out the side of his stomach.
Not quite enough
And he started laughing again
In truth there was nothing to laugh about, he would soon die unless he got help, his rival's disheveled state was more disgusting than amusing so why laugh?
Sparks of ember sputtered out his throat
"You're laughing again." Said Harry quietly,
Quite
He grinned like a maniac and he didn't know why
And Harry's face took on a shade of angry purple, "stop, laughing."
The dragon locked his own gray eyes with Harry's green ones as if saying 'why should I?'
"I've locked you into your animagus form, you're dying, if anything you should be begging me for help."
A snort and a flame flickered on a blade of grass before dying down
We haven't gotten so low that we need to ask your kind for help you insolent whelp...
"Don't you feel guilty?"
'About what?' Draco wondered and he broke out in a fit of giggles again baring his ivory fangs.
"Draco, I can help you if you'd just..."
NO!
His tail lashed out hitting the boy who lived squarely on the stomach
No...
"Why do you do this Malfoy? I doubt that they care." Spat Harry
You're wrong Potter, you're dead wrong... they care more than your little girlfriend would
He attempted to get up again and succeeded in tentatively standing on his legs
He laughed again spurting sprouts of flames on the wet ground
He laughed till he was dizzy and the other was watching him as if he was crazy
The lock broke and he was in his human form again, weak, bleeding... and broken.
The flames leaped up
Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth contrasting against his pale skin.
"The answers no Potter!" crowed Draco as patches of his robes began to curl up eaten by the licks of flames. His throat was very much raw and unusable but he didn't care... you wouldn't either if you were dying. "You know the words Potter..." Draco grinned showing teeth, "...Avada Kadavra..."
"Is that your final answer?" said Harry softly raising his wand.
"It was my only answer, between death and salvation... I choose death." He laughed again and the rain began to fall...
But the laughter still sounded through the pitter-patter of the rain
Calypse: don't you get the feeling there's something seriously wrong with me?