Wait. . . did you think I really got detention?

No, of course I didn't. That's just an excuse for me to go talk to Snape after school without people being suspicious.

Yet, the fact that Nico had went missing had already spread throughout the school. That didn't make my day any better.

Especially since I was so busy worrying about Nico, that I didn't even hear Draco walk up to me until I was being slammed into a wall.

"Oh, finally caught you by surprise, did I?" Draco sneered.

"Get away from him," Harry said. I sent him a warning look, but he ignored it.

"Idi**," I muttered. "Why can't Gryfindors just leave it alone?"

"See?" Draco said. "He doesn't want you to interfere."

"You know," I said, "I've been wondering why I didn't accept the Sorting Hat's offer to be in Slytherin. I am perfect for the House. Now I remember."

Draco slammed me against the wall again.

I wondered somewhere in the back of mind why I wasn't fighting back.

Then I remembered why.

"Oh, just let me go," I said.

"Why aren't you fighting back?" Draco asked.

I didn't answer, I just glared at him.

Draco grinned. "Oh, do you like this?"

"Which part?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Pain, or you?"

"The pain."

I didn't answer him at first. I saw the Golden Trio's eyes widen.

"I didn't think so." I finally started to answer Draco. "I didn't think so at all; not until potions. Then I realized why. . . whenever I held a knife. . ."

The Golden Trio gasped. Hermione looked like she might faint.

"But, Draco, I'll let you know," I continued after a moment, "that as much as I may like the feeling of a knife pressing into my skin, and the smell of my blood, I swear, I could kill you painfully right now. Your screams and the smell of your blood would be almost as satisfying."

I was suddenly hit in the face by Draco. I swallowed the blood.

(A/N Yum.)

"You know," Draco said, "as much as you claim to like pain, you don't seem as happy as one would think."

"I'm not proud of it," I informed him. "And I have more pressing matters on my mind than my own wants and desires."

"What— oh." Draco smirked. "That boy, Nico, was it? I've seen him. He seems to like you, you know that? He's just a gay—"

In less than a second, it was Draco against the wall, with a knife at his throat.

"Yes, I know that he's gay," I told him. "And I will advise you not to insult my boyfriend in front of me again."

Draco's eyes widened. "Wait, so you're actually together? I didn't think you'd be gay too. . ."

I pressed the knife to his throat so that it bled. "Your blood does smell good," I whispered, sending chills down everyone's spines. "Maybe I should just kill you now. It wouldn't be the first time that I've killed anyone. And you, you just did something unforgivable. You've made fun of my boyfriend on multiple different occasions. And I'm telling you now, I will not let anyone insult the only person that I still trust." I was squeezing his neck, choking him.

I was actually about to kill him when someone walked into the hallway where we were. I almost ignored it until I heard the person talk. It was Hagrid.

I stepped away from Draco, and he fell to the ground. I turned to Hagrid, who was staring at me in shock. There were a couple of other teachers there too, including Snape, and they were all staring too. So were the Golden Trio.

"What on Earth is going on here?" Asked Professor McGonagall.

"No matter what I say, it'll seem like an excuse," I muttered.

"H-he attacked m-me," Draco said, gasping for breath.

Harry stepped up. "Actually, Draco attacked Percy first," he said, but he looked scared. The teachers assumed that I had threatened him or something into telling them that I was the victim.

"It looked like you were trying to kill him," McGonagall said.

"I would've," I said. "Thanks for stopping me. It's not like he deserved it or anything."

The last two sentences dripped with sarcasm. The teachers obviously heard it.

"What kind of reasonable reason could there be to try and kill him?" McGonagall asked.

"The ******* ***** insulted my ******* boyfriend!" I yelled, glaring at the world. "My boyfriend literally just went ******* missing, so I don't need a ******* ***** to be insulting him! It was worse enough when someone tried to tell me that I couldn't ******* try to help them find him" I glared at Snape, "but this ***** can't just go around slamming people into walls and insulting their boyfriends! I've warned him before. I've ******* warned him!"

I was breathing heavily. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall and slid down it, trying to calm myself down. ******* anger issues.

I opened my eyes. For a little while, no one said anything. They all just stared at me, and I just stared at my knife.

Then, I cut my finger. There were gasps. I gasped too, not from shock or pain, but from relieve as my anger slowly started to fade away. I licked my finger, and tasted the delicious taste of blood. I tapped my wrist over a vein lightly with the flat of my knife, considering, but then shook my head and just cut the back of my wrist. I watched, fascinated, as the blood pooled from the wound.

"I had no idea," I whispered, mostly to myself, "just how beautiful blood is until this moment. I had no idea how good pain felt until now. Once upon a time, pain was the worst. That was before all this happened. It happened shortly after I finished being tortured, actually." I put the bloody knife into my mouth, which, of course, cut some of my mouth, and made more blood. It tasted amazing.

I took out a second knife and sliced the back of my other wrist, causing it, too, to bleed. I too out the other knife and put in the second one, as if it were a lollipop. Then, I took it out too. I wiped them on my shirt, and then cut my leg. The hallway was by now filled with the smell of blood, and there were splatters of blood on the ground around me.

I was already feeling so much better.

I was also already obsessed and addicted to it.

The teachers came out of their shocked states. McGonagall walked over to me.

"We're going to have to take away your knives," she said.

I looked up at her with a blank expression.

"You're. . . going to take away. . . my. . . knives?" I asked.

"Uh, yes, that's what I said," McGonagall replied.

"Okay." I handed her the two knives.

"Are these your only knives?"

"Of course not," I answered. "I have this one, and this one, and this one. . ." I took out, like, ten hidden knives. McGonagall stared at all the knives in my hands.

"Then I also have magical weapons too," I told her. "Like these." I handed her a pen, a small bracelet, a watch, a necklace, and a ring. "The pen turns into a sword when you uncap it, the bracelet turns into a bow, which I somehow managed to perfect, and the necklace can turn into a quiver of unlimited arrows, the watch turns into a shield that my cyclops brother made me, and the ring turns into my ex's dagger."

Everyone was in shock again. Then, McGonagall asked, "why'd you do that? Most people wouldn't let us have their weapons."

I smirked. "I'm not, considering each of them reappear to me."

McGonagall immediately looked at the weapons in her hands, which disappeared.

"See?" I said. "Now, if you don't mind— and even if you do —I'm going to go search for my boyfriend now."

I got up and started to walk away.

Then, I turned back to Snape.

"Oh, and Snape?" I said. "I deeply regret having to skip detention tonight." Then, I was around the corner and gone.

A/N . . .warning! Blood and stuff. . .

You're welcome for the update. The only reason why I worked on this update was because a) I had a lot of time heading back from the beach, and b) there's no WiFi in the car, and it wasn't letting me work on the story that I really wanted to update, "Chaos the Creator."

It brought up a notification thing like this:

When I tried to go onto the chapter I was working on for that story. Considering the fact that there wasn't WiFi in the car. . . So I had to wait all the way until we got home to finish update it.

Anyway, hope you liked that chapter:) I don't know why I enjoyed writing it so much. . .