[Slash] Wrists - 1/1
Wrists
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: language, angst, implied cutting (yes, how emo)
Draco has scars outlined in faint red along his forearm. Harry happens to see them across the Potions classroom one day and they make his stomach churn. He can only guess what drove him to do that.
He shouldn’t dig into it but curiousity always got the best of him so he found himself following Malfoy after they were dismissed.
It took the blonde mere moments to sense him. Rounding a corner Harry found himself unexpectedly pinned to the wall by a familiar, cold sneering face, “What the fuck are you doing Potter?”
“Such language,” Harry scoffed, trying to wriggle free of the close proximity but finding nearness only making his body react. More. “Can’t a bloke walk the same way as you? Or is that illegal now?”
“You’re not with the mudblood and weasel,” Malfoy sneered on, his eyes narrowing.
“Why do you cut yourself?” Harry asks so suddenly it makes both blink.
“What?” Malfoy asks, confusion clouding the usual unprovoked anger.
“Your wrists,” Harry, overcome with an odd rush of bravery, touches Draco’s arms.
The boy is across the hall in a flash. “Don’t.” He whispers, mostly like a child.
Harry can only venture forward slowly and wrap Malfoy tight in a strangely returned embrace.
Harry doesn’t know where the scars come from but he’s more then ready to find out.
Author: anyothergirl415
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: language, angst, implied cutting (yes, how emo)
Draco has scars outlined in faint red along his forearm. Harry happens to see them across the Potions classroom one day and they make his stomach churn. He can only guess what drove him to do that.
He shouldn’t dig into it but curiousity always got the best of him so he found himself following Malfoy after they were dismissed.
It took the blonde mere moments to sense him. Rounding a corner Harry found himself unexpectedly pinned to the wall by a familiar, cold sneering face, “What the fuck are you doing Potter?”
“Such language,” Harry scoffed, trying to wriggle free of the close proximity but finding nearness only making his body react. More. “Can’t a bloke walk the same way as you? Or is that illegal now?”
“You’re not with the mudblood and weasel,” Malfoy sneered on, his eyes narrowing.
“Why do you cut yourself?” Harry asks so suddenly it makes both blink.
“What?” Malfoy asks, confusion clouding the usual unprovoked anger.
“Your wrists,” Harry, overcome with an odd rush of bravery, touches Draco’s arms.
The boy is across the hall in a flash. “Don’t.” He whispers, mostly like a child.
Harry can only venture forward slowly and wrap Malfoy tight in a strangely returned embrace.
Harry doesn’t know where the scars come from but he’s more then ready to find out.