Wash Away The Pain

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything in the Potterverse. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. What a lucky woman she is. To have created these attractive boys for us to play around with

A/N: Here is the rewritten chapter 8. If I ever find the original I will debate about posting it or keeping this one. For now, enjoy the workings of my mind.


Wash the Pain Away
Chapter 8: Blood Stained Carpets

Harry tossed and turned. This dream was starting to take its toll. Every night it is the same thing. In the dream, Harry would wake in an unfamiliar, yet comfy bed. He would look to his side and that Draco was missing. He would sit up and look around. His attention would be drawn to the closed bathroom door, and the light shining through the cracks. Figuring that is where Draco was, Harry would roll back over and fall asleep.

The dream would than shift to Draco in the bathroom. He watched as Draco locked and silenced the door. Draco than placed his wand on the edge of the sink. He dug through the cabinets until he found a razor blade. A smile jumped to Draco’s face instantly. Sitting on the toilet by the sink, Draco drew the blade down his left arm. Tension that had been building was released from his shoulders. What Draco didn’t notice was that his left arm was bleeding too much. As Harry saw the images plaguing his dreams he wanted to shout out to Draco. Tell him to stop, open the door, and wake him up. Unfortunately, he knew such efforts would be pointless. He would just have to wait and watch. Watch as the love of his life made one of the biggest mistakes ever. He looked foreword to when he would wake with Draco by his side and the dream would remain just that, a dream.

Draco still had yet to realize that his arm was bleeding greatly. He switched the razor blade to his left arm, and drew the blade down his right arm. At this time, his left elbow hit his wand and knocked it across the room. Draco got up, swayed a little, than walked over to get his wand. As he near it, he kicked it underneath the door. Draco swore and lifted his left hand up to pound on the door. He banged on the door a couple times before remembering he put a silencing charm up. No one was going to hear him.

He let his arm rest on the door. When he looked at, he finally realized that it was bleeding too much. No wonder he felt woozy when he stood. He began to panic. Draco dropped to the floor and looked underneath it. His wand was just out of his fingers reach. He turned and leaned against the door. Draco didn’t know what to do. He had already lost to much blood to use wand less magic. He could already feel the drain. Draco looked at his right arm. It wasn’t bleeding as much as the left. In fact, it had stopped completely. Draco crawled over to the forgotten razorblade and picked it up with his left hand. With tears in his eyes, he placed the blade on his arm and pulled it down making a parallel gash in his right arm. This cut was much deeper than the first. The pull had caused the other to open and start bleeding again. Draco screamed in pain and sorrow. He knew he was going to die tonight. The blade switched hands and Draco made another cut on his left arm. After the blade dropped to floor and so did Draco. He just laid there, his blood coloring the carpet crimson, and waited for when he would fall asleep and never wake up again.

Tears rolled down his face. As the blood leaked out his body, the tears slowed, and his eye lids began to drop. Finally, after a few minutes, Draco’s eyes slid shut for the last time and his chest stopped moving. Another minute and he was dead. The images slowly began to fade and the dream ended. Harry opened his eyes and brought a hand to his face and felt the tears that stained his cheeks. He looked to the side, expecting to see Draco’s sleeping form, and noticed that Draco was not in the bed.

A/N: Well, there you have it. Another update from yours truly. I shall be back with another chapter in a couple days. Until than remember to up the chapter population by reviewing your authors.