Draco lifted one heavy lid when a feminine moan seeped into the room. The whispers of running water had started to stir him a few moments ago, but it was the strange sighs and mews that woke him completely. His brow furrowed when he didn’t recognise his surroundings, and he raised his head to eye the room suspiciously.
He remembered then. He remembered that he was in Hogwarts. Remembered he was sharing a dorm with the Mudblood. Shit.
He gnashed his teeth and his eyes went to the window. Draco knew it wouldn’t work, but he tried anyway; flinging himself off the bed and and trying to shove it open. The clasp wouldn’t budge. He drew back his fist and smashed it into the glass as hard as he could, but it didn’t even crack. He growled as a small trickle of blood slithered across his knuckles. It hurt, but he’d had so much worse.
Yes, definitely trapped. Definitely his new prison.
I feel something so right
Doing the wrong thing
I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing
I could lie, coudn’t I, could lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Plans, yes. I’m currently having a tiny crisis of confidence in that fic and I’m also trying to pump myself to pen what will be an emotional chapter. I have started it though.
Well then, I must be doing something right. Thanks so much :)
I think often I learn the most from other people’s mistakes. If I’m in the audience watching an actor and thinking, ‘I don’t believe you,’ I spend the rest of the play working out why I don’t believe them.
I do not believe in replacing your favorite cancelled show. I believe in marathoning, excessive quoting, and occasionally crying.
Aww, thank you so much!! I appreciate that anon :D xoxo