Drarry One-Shots

Scarlet

One-Shot: 6th year- Scarlet

Word Count: 486

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Scarlet shines in the dimly lit room. The moonlight pouring in from the open window. A gentle breeze drifts through the room, carrying the sound of a sharp intake of breath. A sharp sting is all that the boy can feel as the rest of him goes numb with sorrow. Cold metal met the warm flesh as it was dragged across, tears blurred the boys vision. Slowly the boy feels as though he can breath again, as though he's no longer drowning, as though he's no longer suffocating. A wound opened itself upon the boy's heart, breaking him, scaring him, and rendering him destroyed. The internal battle he is fighting is slowly killing him, he's losing. No one to help him, no one to save him. Crystal tears spilled and trickled down the sickly pale cheeks. Crystal mingled with scarlet and once again the blade is being dragged across the thoroughly bloodied wrist. Black hair lay limp and flat against his head. His head shoots up and he quickly hides as a student enters the astronomy tower. The boy shuts his eyes tightly and presses himself further back into the broom cupboard. Then it hits him, he's in a cupboard. The boy suddenly starts hyperventilating. 'I'm in a cupboard..! J-Just pretend you're somewhere else!' His breath is ragid and it's coming out in short bursts past his bubblegum-pink lips. The boy bows his head and collapses to his knees. Memories flash before his eyes, 'I needs to get out of there!' He thinks, frantically looking out the door for the intruder. When he didn't notice anyone, he quietly left the broom cupboard, he was still shaking like a leaf. He didn't realize that the person had hid as well because they had heard someone in the room. Harry walked back over to the railing and dropped to his knees. Quick, ragid breaths were escaping him and his eyes were wild and frantic. He picked his blade back up and pressed it back against the warm flesh, dragging it across. His rapid breaths slowed down greatly with each cut. Soon he was breathing normally and he dropped the blade. He buried his face in his hands and let out a sob. Crystal tears streaked his face as well as his arms, mingling with the fresh scarlet tears. A shuddering sob that didn't belong to Harry could be heard, and soon Harry felt himself be enveloped in strong arms. Harry whimpered and immediately tried to escape the grasp. "Shhh Harry calm down. I just want to help" Harry looked up, startled at whom the voice belonged to. "D-Draco?" Harry whispered, and he felt the arms tighten slightly. A smile found its way onto Harry's face and he leaned back into the comforting arms. "Don't leave me" Harry whispered.

"Never dreamt of it" Was whispered back, leaving both boys with bright smiles upon their faces.