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Author: Irisri
Title: Accident
Rating: NC-17, for mild sexual graphics
Summary: It started by accident.
Warnings: Cutting disorders
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Words: 685
Prompt: My Choice - Accident
Prompts Complete: 28/100
Disclaimer: I'm very flattered you think I'm JKR, but you're sadly mistaken. I own nothing XD
It started by accident. And I reveled in the pain. I'd been shaving and I'd been angry---at you---and I had pressed down on the razor too hard, and had cut a long line from my calf to a little bit before my midthigh. I had been surprised, and it stung, and I had hurried to stop the bleeding, but as time went on scars covered my legs, and when I discovered I couldn't hide them when I went swimming, I started cutting my hips with little crisscross motions.
I stopped, finally, at the age of twenty one, and after almost five years of cutting, it had been hard. But you helped.
With all your 'Dammit, Grangers' and anger, you helped. It's almost laughable, because to think that the one person who hated me, who made every day a living hell for me, helped me out of such a crisis.
And when I told you that, you kissed me. It had been a stupid thing to do, because if you hadn't, then I probably wouldn't be doing what I'm about to do. If you hadn't made love so sweet to me that very night, I wouldn't be sitting here in this tub filled with water, and be planning my demise.
I remember the way, that very first night, you sucked my nipple into your mouth and pressed your tongue against it, covering it, flicking it, and I could feel your teeth scraping against it. I remember crying out in surprise. I'd not expected you to do that.
Then you made your way down, kissing and dipping your tongue into my navel when you reached it, swirling it around, as if you were a cat attempting to get the very last bit of cream out of a bowl, and then you went down to the very center of myself.
I knew what you was going to do, but I wasn=t ready for the added hotness of your breath against the nub that stood erect, almost straining for your touch. And I wasn't ready for how you almost plunged into the wetness, or the way your tongue swirled around every single part of my female parts.
I was always so strong, that's what people say. What they don't know is that I've always had someone holding me up, letting me lean on them. First Harry and Ron, then my studies, some distant friends, my parents, and now you.
I suppose it's a rather romantic way to die. I suppose that it would be romantic to die the same way that started it all.
A cut, so simple and so painful, that it's beautiful. So I'm sitting here, and I'm picking up the shaving razor that I've charmed to be long lasting, and I'm shaving every single part of my body, and when I get to my arms, I hear the door shut, and I hear you calling my name.
I bite my lip, almost talking myself out of it. But I sliced one wrist hurriedly, watching the blood seep to the surface and drip onto the water, turning it a light pink in a matter of seconds. The pain is so exquisite that I sit there for a few moments watching the blood pour from my body, and I put my wrist in the water and it stings more. I'm about to start on my other wrist when you come into the bathroom door, The water splashes as I turn in surprise and you look at me, at my wrist, and ask me what the hell I think I'm doing. I feel the tears start to pour, not from the pain but from the look on your face, the betrayal. And I say, I'm sorry, Draco, before I cut my other wrist, as deep as the razor will allow.
You're stunned, and can't seem to move for a few moments. I feel blackness encasing me and the last thing I see is you walking swiftly towards me, and I slip into the dark pink water, and I feel pain, and suffocation as the water gets into my lungs.
Title: Accident
Rating: NC-17, for mild sexual graphics
Summary: It started by accident.
Warnings: Cutting disorders
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Words: 685
Prompt: My Choice - Accident
Prompts Complete: 28/100
Disclaimer: I'm very flattered you think I'm JKR, but you're sadly mistaken. I own nothing XD
It started by accident. And I reveled in the pain. I'd been shaving and I'd been angry---at you---and I had pressed down on the razor too hard, and had cut a long line from my calf to a little bit before my midthigh. I had been surprised, and it stung, and I had hurried to stop the bleeding, but as time went on scars covered my legs, and when I discovered I couldn't hide them when I went swimming, I started cutting my hips with little crisscross motions.
I stopped, finally, at the age of twenty one, and after almost five years of cutting, it had been hard. But you helped.
With all your 'Dammit, Grangers' and anger, you helped. It's almost laughable, because to think that the one person who hated me, who made every day a living hell for me, helped me out of such a crisis.
And when I told you that, you kissed me. It had been a stupid thing to do, because if you hadn't, then I probably wouldn't be doing what I'm about to do. If you hadn't made love so sweet to me that very night, I wouldn't be sitting here in this tub filled with water, and be planning my demise.
I remember the way, that very first night, you sucked my nipple into your mouth and pressed your tongue against it, covering it, flicking it, and I could feel your teeth scraping against it. I remember crying out in surprise. I'd not expected you to do that.
Then you made your way down, kissing and dipping your tongue into my navel when you reached it, swirling it around, as if you were a cat attempting to get the very last bit of cream out of a bowl, and then you went down to the very center of myself.
I knew what you was going to do, but I wasn=t ready for the added hotness of your breath against the nub that stood erect, almost straining for your touch. And I wasn't ready for how you almost plunged into the wetness, or the way your tongue swirled around every single part of my female parts.
I was always so strong, that's what people say. What they don't know is that I've always had someone holding me up, letting me lean on them. First Harry and Ron, then my studies, some distant friends, my parents, and now you.
I suppose it's a rather romantic way to die. I suppose that it would be romantic to die the same way that started it all.
A cut, so simple and so painful, that it's beautiful. So I'm sitting here, and I'm picking up the shaving razor that I've charmed to be long lasting, and I'm shaving every single part of my body, and when I get to my arms, I hear the door shut, and I hear you calling my name.
I bite my lip, almost talking myself out of it. But I sliced one wrist hurriedly, watching the blood seep to the surface and drip onto the water, turning it a light pink in a matter of seconds. The pain is so exquisite that I sit there for a few moments watching the blood pour from my body, and I put my wrist in the water and it stings more. I'm about to start on my other wrist when you come into the bathroom door, The water splashes as I turn in surprise and you look at me, at my wrist, and ask me what the hell I think I'm doing. I feel the tears start to pour, not from the pain but from the look on your face, the betrayal. And I say, I'm sorry, Draco, before I cut my other wrist, as deep as the razor will allow.
You're stunned, and can't seem to move for a few moments. I feel blackness encasing me and the last thing I see is you walking swiftly towards me, and I slip into the dark pink water, and I feel pain, and suffocation as the water gets into my lungs.