Hideous//Golden Trio Era AU: Draco Malfoy
A/N: Short and not the best, but I feel really bad not posting while I’m away so I hope it’s not that horrible!
I can’t bear the idea of my soul being hideous.
The words sound like poison.
Corrupt, malicious, deadly.
Pouring from his father’s mouth like a fatal waterfall, said with pride and certainty, grazing his pale skin like a freshly sharpened knife, heavy as steel and just as cold.
For a small infinity, he stands, still, silent. He feels his legs shaking, palms sweating, heart pounding harder than ever before. Listens to the screams in the back of his mind, screams of “NO” bouncing off its glass walls and shooting through his veins and straight to his heart, its steady beats resembling the sound of “Help me.” more and more with every instance.
He finds his pale hand reaching to shake his father’s, finds himself pulled into a stifling embrace, wanting to scream, punch, kick, run. Mind far, far away from his trapped body, filled with purity and thoughts of how to run, how to hide. Mind strong as Hercules, certain, decisive, completely dedicated to the idea of getting away.
And so he does.