Drarry Oneshots 2

don't look up

Dedicated to -destiel_is_life-

Prompt: "okay a drarry story, but creepy. like there are strange details and uncomfortably vague horror parts and strangeness i just really love horror"

Keep in mind that is story is simply intended to make the reader feel uneasy and strange, but it is in no way intended to genuinely scare or trigger anyone. That being said, there may be some triggers for people that I'm not aware of, and if you see anything that you believe could be triggering, please comment it on this paragraph and I will make a warning for it.

I can promise, however, that there are no suicide triggers in this.

:)

enjoy.

Harry doesn't want to be in this hallway, but he is and he must deal with that fact.

It's the only hall that will allow him to go to the Great Hall anymore. The others refuse.

Still, the spots of blood on the walls he can see in his peripheral vision churn his stomach and make him wonder if he even wants breakfast at all.

He knows he's been walking too long. The hallway isn't this long, but today it is and he's worried. But he just keeps walking, and doesn't look up.

Never look up.

Finally, the hallway has decided his capitivity is no longer necessary, and he opens the door to the Great Hall.

It is empty, and the lights are out.

He doesn't look to the sides, just walks to the Gryffindor table, sitting down and grabbing a biscuit, which looks strangely red in the glowing lights of the sunrise peeking through the window, barely granting him enough light to see.

"Hello Harry."

Harry jumps. Luna is in front of him. The door never opened or closed.

"How long have you been here?" he says, trying desperately not to look at her teeth.

"Too long." 

He represses a shudder at her response, eyes uncontrollably drawn to her horrifying teeth.

The doors open and Luna sits down as students come in, talking loudly to each other. He doesn't ask her why she doesn't sit at the Ravenclaw table. He's too afraid of the answer.

Ron sits. Hermione sits. Draco sits. Seamus sits. Dean sits. Neville sits. They are silent.

"Why are you here?" Harry murmurs to Draco, who looks up at him with flat, blank grey eyes.

"Because I'm afraid of what Nott will do to me if I sit over there," he whispers back. Red tears are already welling up in his eyes, and he brushes them away quickly, grabbing a pitcher of something Harry really wishes he could say was pumpkin juice and pouring it into his glass.

"How do you know that's not poisoned?" Hermione asks, her scratchy voice making Harry wince. 

"I don't." Draco takes a delicate sip and reaches for some food.

Ron reaches out to grab a pancake, but Dean snatches his hand. His eyes are wide and terrified.

"Don't," he simply whispers, and Ron nods and grabs a waffle instead.

"Do you have Potions first?" Harry asks Seamus. Seamus shrugs.

"I'm going to the Astronomy Tower," he replies.