Drarry One-Shots

Metal Against Skin

One-shot: Metal against skin-8th year

Word count: 437

A sharp hiss of pain, echoed throughout the tower. Cold, night air drifted through the open bay window, causing breath to be seen in puffs of vapor. Stars twinkled down, lighting up the dark room.

A boy sat on his knees by the window, holding a blade to his already bloodied wrist. Scarlet tears trickled between his fingers as he sliced through the tender skin.

The blade felt cool in his grasp whilst warm blood dripped from the cool steel. Anguish burned deep within the broken boy as crystal tears dripped down his pale face.

A hoot of an owl could be heard as it swooped into the room. The snowy white owl landed next to the boy and nuzzled his side. He smiled slightly and stroked her white feathers, staining them red. A small hoot of affection was directed at the boy. The owl stuck out her leg and handed him the note.

Carefully the boy untied the letter and opened.

‘The water is clear

But your wrists are stained

Your face says happy

But your eyes say pain’

A sad smile flitted his features as he read the note. So someone knew? He tossed the note aside and glared at his bloody wrist. Why me?

It was a question he had asked himself countless times, but no answer showed itself. Tears shimmered in the moonlight as they streamed down his face as if someone had turned on a boy faucet behind his eyes.

Emerald eyes were clouded with emptiness as pain leaked from them. Pain coursed through his veins and he wanted to spill more of it.

A strangled sob escaped his lips as he brought the cold blade back to his wrist.

He dragged it across the scarred skin emitting a hiss of pain. The owl hooted sadly at him before flying away.

Just as he was about to slice his tender flesh, and make the pain spill out, the blade was taken from him.

“Hey!” He cried but was soon pulled into a strong, soothing embrace.

“It's okay, I promise it'll be okay love” A voice whispered into his ear as he buried his face into the taller boys neck.

“Don't let me go, Draco” He whispered, his voice broken and filled with pain.

“Never dreamed of it, Harry” The boy whispered back to him. A smile made its way onto his face, and they stayed that way holding each other until dawn.

The end
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Sorry its sooo short! Love you all! And I hope you enjoy my stories! Thank you

-Mickey