[2011-12-13 - 8:08 p.m.] - purge -- winter 2011
The night comes again. It always does. It is constant in that way, much as to the manner in which Harry Potter stays with him now, every minute.
Draco collapses against a trunk, sinking down to the soft earth with a loan moan. His stomach is in knots; his knees are quavering. Every heave he gives is dry, but the burn of his face and unfocused eyes make it seem as though he's purging himself of the entire world. Everything he's done wrong, everything he's inhaled that's been vile, the toxin of his own identity.
Beside him, Harry says, You deserve this.
-- Kay, Purge