Tissues. Gauze. Neosporin. Tweezers. He grabbed this all and tried to pick out as much mirror pieces from his knuckles as possible. He didn't know why he punched the mirror, he just did.
Was he desperate to feel something? Maybe.
Did he hate how he looked in the mirror? Maybe.
Did he hate that he was Draco fucking Malfoy? Maybe.
But before he knew it he heard laughing and chatting in the hallways as his friends made their way back to the room. He quickly grabbed his wand, feeling stupid for not just doing a simple healing spell, and quickly cleaned everything up. He rushed to his bed and turned on the T.V. hoping to look interested.
Maybe he just wanted to pretend everything was alright until it was.
Just maybe.
YOU ARE READING
ᴍʏ sᴛᴀʀʙᴏʏ
FanfictionDraco was different. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 different. In both good and bad ways. He was nicer,sweeter, more facinated with the world around him. He was so facinated with space, that he wore stars in his hair! Odd, right? Sadly, he was thinner, sickly pale, h...
