Fandom: Harry Potter
Category: Sick Puppy
Warnings: Violence, blood, slight sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. They belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.
Summary: Draco reflects on eyes laced with poison.
Notes: Twisted. Cai told me I'm twisted. As if that's a bad thing
You never knew that you had eyes laced with poison, did you? Or that your skin could glow with passion. I always knew. When you would pant and moan beneath me, I could feel the heat of your heart. Such a sweet heat at that. And your blood pounds a merry beat to my listening ears. But you didn't know that did you?
And you were still warm, my love, even as I took your heat away from you. Your cyanide filled eyes never looked sweeter. Your heart throbbed and ached in my palm, letting bloody rivulets stream down my wrist. And you were still inside me, your body merging with mine. Wasn't it a sweet and fitting end, my love?
I could feel the rhythm of your life for moments. And the soft tissue of your heart gave away perfectly to my sharpened nail, didn't it, Ron? I always wanted to see my name etched on your heart in jagged, bloody lines. But I bet you didn't know that, either.