Flames that danced upon his skin

Heat. Burning. Fire licked upon his skin. The wonder he held at the colors was nothing compared to the pain. He deserved pain. For a little while it eased his consciousness and the pretty colors, the orange, red, blue, yellow, even purple, and white, were a balm to his mind, if not his body. Warnings: Suicide, character death. This is Draco's story. No slash this time.