Warning: If you don't like the idea of cutting yourself, don't read this.
Note: This is one of my one-shots that I have rewritten. It is a bit longer than last time, and a lot more descriptive. Hope you like it! Now, I must flee before all the Draco-lovers come after me with torches and pitch forks.
Rubies
The sweet silver of the blade sings a soft melody as it slides across my wrist, breaking through the thin layer of skin with little difficulty. I gasp with sharp pain and relief twisting into one intense feeling that I have become addicted to lately. Looking down at my cut, I see ruby tears falling to the floor.
I cannot explain exactly why this is so addicting to me. Just the sight of these rubies of blood dripping from my wounded arm makes me feel so… alive. For a single euphoric moment, I am not Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince. I am not the son of a Death Eater. I am not the cold, reserved teenager with a heart of black ice. I am not myself. And that is the greatest feeling in the world.
