In My Mind
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,227
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In My Mind
Hands gripped the sides of the evil sink tightly enough so that if they were moved or jolted the entire fixture would shatter.
Grey eyes stared into a foggy mirror, glaring at their owner's soul, and a usually strong, confident,cocky boy began to cry with a sob.
Pale cheeks turned white, and then grey with tears. Eyes turned red, and a pointed nose began to fill with watery snot.
His mind raced. His red, chapped, and broken lips fell apart in a silent scream.
Salty water fell like rain into a porcelain sink, and Draco tried not to remember why he needed to cry after over a decade of denying himself that right.
He tried not hear the bathroom door open, and his soggy grey eyes tried not to see a distant reflection of clear forest green color in the dusty bathroom floor.
He heard it anyway, and his eyes saw it, anyway. His mind knew who had entered the bathroom even before a soft, careful voice called his name.
"Draco?"
Harry Potter.
Draco slowly turned, dropping to his knees because his quivering legs could not support him.
Golden hair hid a wavering bottom lip as he whispered, "I'm sorry."
...
I would like to remind that is NOT CANNON. Therefore, while this is the bathroom scene replayed, it is totally and completely irrelevant to the cannon plot.
Grey eyes stared into a foggy mirror, glaring at their owner's soul, and a usually strong, confident,cocky boy began to cry with a sob.
Pale cheeks turned white, and then grey with tears. Eyes turned red, and a pointed nose began to fill with watery snot.
His mind raced. His red, chapped, and broken lips fell apart in a silent scream.
Salty water fell like rain into a porcelain sink, and Draco tried not to remember why he needed to cry after over a decade of denying himself that right.
He tried not hear the bathroom door open, and his soggy grey eyes tried not to see a distant reflection of clear forest green color in the dusty bathroom floor.
He heard it anyway, and his eyes saw it, anyway. His mind knew who had entered the bathroom even before a soft, careful voice called his name.
"Draco?"
Harry Potter.
Draco slowly turned, dropping to his knees because his quivering legs could not support him.
Golden hair hid a wavering bottom lip as he whispered, "I'm sorry."
...
I would like to remind that is NOT CANNON. Therefore, while this is the bathroom scene replayed, it is totally and completely irrelevant to the cannon plot.