Back Me Into A Corner && Have Your Way With Me [Draco Malfoy] Part 7 "That's better..."

.::Dracos P.O.V Still::.


I storm out of the Three Broomsticks and walk briskly towards the exit to Diagon Alley. Once out, I summon my Nimbus 2002 and hop on. I fly to my manor, knowing my parents aren't home.

Official Death Eater business...bloody hell.


I walk into my room and slam the door, causing an echo through my empty home. I walk over to my mirror and stare at my reflection.

My eyes are empty yet animated. You can see my rage through my pupils. My face is contorted into a scowl. I look worse then Snape when he's in one of his nasty moods, which is usually everyday for that bloke. Luckily, he favors Slytherins.

For a second, a cocky smirk threatens to appear on my face but I fight it and picture Zabini all close up on Armstrong and immediately it disappears.


"What does he have that I don't!?" I scream at myself in the mirror.


"Not like I really bloody give a fuck about Armstrong and her games but never had I been in a room where every girl wasn't paying her utmost attention to me. How can Armstrong not notice me? I'm THE Draco bloody Malfoy!! I command respect and attention and if Armstrong won't give me that willingly, I'll just have to force her. Damnit Merlin! That will never work. What am I to do? ~sigh~"

All of a sudden, you look down and see a bit of your sleeve pulled up, revealing fresh and raw cuts from your last moment of weakness, showing quite obviously against your very pale skin. There's one particularly deep gash that you hadn't inflicted on yourself.

"Father and his Crucios..." you whisper to yourself silently.


Instinctively, you open your boxer drawer and lift up all your undergarments until a small black box is visible. You open it to reveal several small, thin razors and a couple of pocketknives that you use when you get really desperate and the razors get dull. With shaky hands, anticipating the release about to come, pick up one of the thin razors, pull back the rest of your sleeve and press the razor to your skin. Seethingly, you drag the razor across your forearm, savoring the slight jolt of pain you feel. Sometimes you were so hurt and so numb from your anger, you couldn't feel it at all. Images of earlier today and past bad experiences started to run through your mind. Every bad thing that has ever happened to you, hit you like a million spears to the mind. You began to viciously scrape and hack and mangle your arm with the razorblade. Cuts in all directions. There's so much blood you can't even see your pale skin anymore. You suddenly stop and the razor drops from your hands onto the green and black carpet on your floor, blood staining the metal. You stare at the mutilated mess you've made of your arm. A satisfied tingle runs through your body. The uneasiness and pain you felt in your chest has retreated for the time being.

"That's better..." you say, barely audible.



.::Lileas P.O.V::.


You hear a door slam and look up out of reflex and see a head of platinum blonde hair storm out.


"What's up with Malfoy?" you ask Flint.

"I don't know. I said something to him about a Firebolt and he got all pissed and told me to go eat flobberworm dung then just stormed out. I think he's gone mental." Says Flint, distortedly.



For some reason I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hope Dra-Malfoy's okay...


'I think I should head back home before my parents begin to worry. It was nice meeting you Blaise, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other very soon. Nice meeting you too Flint. Farewell." With a hug, and a kiss on the cheek, Blaise lets you go.


>Fast Forward<

About an hour.


You get home but your parents aren't there.


Top Secret Death Eater bull again.. you think to yourself.

You head upstairs to find your room just as it was before you had your fit.


"Thank you, Libby!" you shout to the air.

You hear the jingle of a bell, knowing Libby got your thanks.
You decided to send Malfoy an owl, to see if he was alright. Something was tugging at your conscience...like Draco was hurt.


I tried not to make it too graphic but at the same time making it realistic too, you know? Sorry that I made your knight in shining armor hurt himself but trust me this is going to be one of the things that get Draco && Lilea to be civil to one another. I love foreshadowing!! <3

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