Red Wine - White Linen | D.M

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I shuffled behind him and he abruptly corrected his face, the glare returning.

As he approached the door I finally panicked, wondering if this was the straw the broke the camels back, that he'd finally see some sense and realise I'm not worth trying for. That I'm not worth the time.

"Wait." I stalled, cherishing the seconds before the inevitable comes. He stilled, giving me a chance but barely.

"It's not what it looks like I swear, I was- I was just messing around and-" I spoke at speed, cramming in as many words as I could before he dismissed me.

Just as I expected I had yet to finish my sentence before he opened the door. I winced profusely, closing my eyes.

After no movement and what felt lifetime of silence, I opened my eyes. Only now out of pure curiosity now as to why he wasn't yelling at me yet.

He was stood in the doorway, dead still with a profile as blank as the day I met him. With a dry sniff and a vast exhale he looked at me.

"Get inside."

I didn't budge, time had suddenly vanished and I studied his features intricately, my eyes flitting from his mouth to his nose, ultimately distracted by his eyes.

He was completely and irrevocably unreadable.

"Get inside." He demanded, with an edge of threat. Turning his head back into the now unrecognisable abyss of the room.

I obeyed and trudged inside without a word.
He followed me closely, closing the door softly behind him as if he was extremely placid.
I narrowly avoided all eye contact with him and the bed sheets wrapped around the light, the obvious elephant in the room.

I mustered up the courage to speak.
"It's not-"

"A noose?" He said nonchalantly.
I almost laughed at his unintentional dry humour.
Almost.

Suddenly, as if a button was pressed, he switched,  storming violently towards the hanging sheet.

I jumped at the abrupt change of atmosphere and mood. He growled dramatically and raised his voice.

"No." He snarled. "That's it. That's fucking it."
With one swift yank the sheet had fallen, with such force that the ceiling shook.

Another mood switch he began to laugh.

"You. You, you, you." He chuckled. "You're not going anywhere. And In fact, neither am I."

He was remaking the bed with his wand, the sheet flattening out in the air and gracefully falling snug to the bed.
"We." He started, As he drew his wand to the door. "We are not going anywhere. Ever again."

He began to mutter a number of highly complex spells, ones i had never heard of before.

I stood in vegetated state with crossed arms.
"Draco that's slighty extrem-"

"Extreme? Fucking extreme?"
With a grunt he heaved his wand at the wall mid spell. "You could of been dead right now." He snapped.

I sat down on the now pristine bed, individually digging each one of my fingernails into the back of my hand. Debating whether or not to start a war I knew I couldn't win, challenge the self inflicted sabotage I was so comfortable with.

I continued anyway, more so filling the silence.

"People, death, everyday."
My sentences mangled together.
"You of all people should know that. It's just normal, isn't it normal to you? We live, we die, some live, and some don't. But death, that's inevitable."