For the @drarrymicrofic | prompt word: inhale 128 words // tw: self harm and mentions of blood
Lost and Found
The old Muggle books believed that diseases were relieved by letting excess blood escape from the body. So Draco cut.
Inhale. Exhale.
Bleed.
Let the darkness out.
A hand, feather-light, covers his own. Time freezes. He was positive Harry had gone home.
He shouldn’t do this at work.
“Do you ever feel unreal?” he asks, unprompted. “Like you don’t have a physical body. You’re just a pile of dust, haunting an empty house.”
“Dust is easy to clean. Empty houses are simple to fill. I should know.” Harry’s voice is soothing, grounding.
“I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, but this middle screams it’s an ending.”
“So, you need a beginning.”
Harry’s warm hand closes around his own, squeezing it gently.
Draco becomes as light as a breath.
