Open POV
Important
"Talking..."
Direct memory
Dark. Cold. Hard. Everything is dark. Draco reaches to his head. Stinging and sharp pain stabs through his head and neck. Draco grips tightly onto his neck and rolls slightly onto his side. Zero light seeps into the... room? Stone floor and a feeling of cold air blowing into the room. Draco pushes one hand to the ground his other still holding the back of his head. The moment his hand falls to the ground and helps to support his body as it stagers. Draco's hand slaps to the floor with a slip sound of liquid.
Draco than raises his hand to his face, close enough to be touching. Nothing, he seems blind as he sees nothing. Iron though. The small smell of iron fills Draco's nose and air.
Blood, Draco thinks. The sent of blood.
Moments later Draco is flown through the darkness. No way to sense how far before slamming hard into a stone wall. Sharp pressure hitting his chest has he's lifted up against the wall. A spell holding him in place. Draco's mouth opens and he tries to scream out in pain. Though almost like a barrier, the sound echos in the room.
A hollow laugh follows it. And Draco falls to the ground. The tall man's arms don't support him as he hits the ground, having fallen farther than expected. His hands scrap in the ground, stinging pain filling them as his face meets the floor and he rolls to his side. A loud, pained groan escapes his lips easily.
Draco is left with no time to react as his body aches and he's pulled across the room. Hitting something soft against his back, Draco lays at the feet of who's been attacking him.
"Your the problem.." finally the source of that hollow laugh lands a voice. "I should just kill you."
Holding his abdomen Draco feels the attacks hand fall down and touch his head.
"But wouldn't it be so much more fun to torture you ass. A sorry excuse for a wizard. And a Malfoy."
The attackers hollow chuckle echos in the room. Quickly kicking Draco's back. Sending the man rolling a few feet away. Blinking his eyes Draco meets the dark stone room. Only illuminated by a light spell, floating in a small ball next to a face.
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Futurum Amare, Future love
Fanfiction13 years into the future. Harry being the new headmaster of Hogwarts. Draco following Snape's idea and become a potions teacher. The two have finally matured, realizing- "How the hell did I hate you before!" "How the hell did you not." -Drarry fan...
