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Blood.

TW: Blood. Abuse. Mild NSFW.

Draco's pov

Numb...not feeling anything was the
worst. I didn't feel anything and I wanted to.

Any feeling would help. Any sign of a goddamn emotion. That's why I tried to piss off Potter.

Maybe if I annoyed him enough he'd snap back and hit me. Make me bleed and cause me pain.

Pain shouldn't have been something I craved. But It was addictive and I needed it.

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Most of the train journey I sat thinking. I was sat so I was in Pansys lap, she was rubbing my hair making me incredibly sleepy.

Don't get me wrong if I didn't have a huge man crush on Potter I'd have picked Pansy. Although I'm pretty sure she has a thing with Granger.

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After potions I waited until most people had left the room...until I was left with just Potter, who was stood lazily packing his bag.

Professor Slughorn had struggled putting extra cauldrons away and eventually made his way out of the classroom as I called out to Potter.

"What are you still doing here Malfoy? Get your nose out peoples business!" He snapped at me

"No need to bite" I said, smirking at the Gryffindor

He slowly eased his way towards me and I couldn't help myself.

"You know Potter, Gryffindors are completely pathetic and that girlfriend of yours is not worth it"

I could hear Potters breathing in my ear and suddenly I felt a huge lump form in my throat and I swear I heard him hiss.

"She is not my girlfriend and anyway, even if she was, why would it bother you?"

Damn, caught me there

"It wouldn't" -it would- "although perhaps you'd rather be with someone else, someone more attractive and I don't know, less weasel"

That made him snap, the most he could do was punch me in the nose. I felt the soft, warm feeling of blood slowly making its way down my face and I smiled.

But I hadn't got want I wanted.

I showed Potter my stained teeth with a narcissistic smile.

"Come on, I'm sure you've got more than that. Show me something Potter"

He huffed, his shoulders dropped but his fists still clenched. He made another move.

Almost on top of me, Potter threw me to the ground, stood up abruptly and trod on my stomach, causing me to cough out.

I pulled at the collar of his shirt, yanked myself back up and tossed Potter towards to wall, placing my arms either side of him.

We were both breathing heavy, our chests rapidly moving. I made a low growl noise and saw that Potter was smirking.

He moved his hands roughly. I thought he was going to hit me again, but instead he snaked his hands up my shirt, causing me to shiver at his cold touch.

He leant closer to me and placed his head in the crook of my neck, biting at the skin making large red and purple hickeys appear.

"Potter" I could barley speak "we'll get caught. Stop"

He pulled back, looked at me with stern eyes and simply said "you started it, bastard" and pressed his lips hard onto mine.

All I could taste was blood, his tongue running across my teeth as his hands wandered all over my body, hovering above the waistband of my boxers before beginning to unbuckle my belt...

I realised this was all to good to be true.

I pulled away in shock, this has not happened. I quickly grabbed my stuff, buckled my belt and exited in a rush, leaving a flustered Harry Potter alone on the potions classroom.