Post by draco -- malfoy on Feb 9, 2010 17:28:15 GMT
YOU TRULY HATE ME
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DON'T YOU LIFE?
•DON'T YOU LIFE?
Draco was once again reaching the end of his teather. It'd been so long since he'd been with him. He knew the other had liked it, he'd answered the owl. But Draco was still waiting for a time anddate to meet his Gryffindor... lover? Oh, it was so confusing. So painful. He didn't know what they were anymore. He didn't know if he could continue with just the memory of being in the other. It'd been so long since Draco had seen him. He couldn't take it. He was use to not seeing him over the summer, but not now.
No, normally he always saw him. His secret savior. His sins embodied. The other was a god to him. A god Draco constantly turned against over the years he'd known him. He'd hated to do so but it felt much better than rejetion. Much, much, better. Rejection hurt like a bitch. Draco had thought Harry had rejected him on New Years Eve and it had hurt. So bloody much. He'd broken down that night, his body still bore the scars of it. He was looking over his once-perfect body in the mirror as he stood in his silk boxers.
It disgusted him slightly now, what he'd done to himself. His whole body was covered in thin white scars, though a few on his arms and legs were still scabs due to his constant picking at them. His face contorted slightly at he looked at the bandages that were wrapped tight around his left forearm. They'd only been put on an hour ago but they were already reddening with blood. Obviously it had begun bleeding randomly again. He hated what the Dark Lord had placed upon him. He couldn't even get rid of it.
A soft sigh slid passed his lips before he movedand sat upon his bed. Picking up a quill from his bedside table he quickly scribbled a note;Harry,
Meet me in the RoR a.s.a.p!
Think about us at it'll lead you to me
Before handing it to a house elf as he clicked his fingers. "Give this to Harry Potter." he told the house elf as he stood. The house elf nodded and disappeared with a pop before Draco picked up his pants, pulling them on his slender legs.
Slowly Draco pulled on a vest top, pulling a button up shirt on over the vest. He carefully fastened all the buttons before slowly making his way out of his room, combing his fingers through his fine blond hair. He didn't much care about his appearance at the minute. He knew people would look at him anyway. He was one of the Slytherin Ice Prince's. Not that he proclaimed that anymore. no, he tended to keep to himself for the most part. Like now as he made his way up through the school.
Draco said nothing as he made his way silently up to the seventh floor before arriving there. He stayed for a moment at the top of the stairs, lost i his own thoughts. Tonight Harry would see his scars. It made him nervous. His perfect teeth shot out, nibbling upon his lip as he made his way along to the wall. He looked over it for a moment before beginning to pace three times, thinking about himself and Harry. About the things they would do tonight. After three paces the door appeared. Draco looked at it before looking around himself.
Once he was sure no one was there he slipped inside and closed the door. The room was large, the colours a mixture of their two houses. He smiled slightly before drifting over to the bed, upon which lay silk green sheets. The carpet he crossed upon was red. Climbing onto the bed Draco combing his fingers through his hair before unbuttoning his shirt. He looked around himself before discarding the shirt upon the floor. A soft smile rested upon his face as he moved to sit at the head of the bed, resting his back upon the headboard as he waited.
.WORDS. 667
.OUTFIT. Black dress pants and a thin white vest.
.MUSE. eh.
.DRACO'S MOOD. Depressive, but horny.
.TAGS. Harry James Potter
.STATUS. complete
.NOTES. I decided to start this thread to, one get the plot going and two... I have Dray muse
