Due to past experiences, I got inspired to write this! Hope you like it...?

~"The man who followed Draco into the shop could only be his father. He had the same pale, pointed face and identical cold grey eyes."~

"Draco, please!" Harry said desperately at the blond boy who had turned his back on him.

Harry and Draco were on the fifth floor, just outside the room of requirement.

Draco had requested he meet Harry here for a 'catch-up' session – only to find out Draco was breaking up with him.

"Why are you doing this?" Harry said as his voice cracked pathetically and sobs coming from his mouth.

Draco turned back to look at Harry with a malicious grin on his face. "You didn't mean a thing to me at all – nothing. I just used you like a tool. You were a toy to me, Potter."

"How could you?" Harry whispered, tears falling down his cheeks. "We've been together since our third year – that day in the three broomsticks and you..."

"You were a quick fuck, Potter. I told you, you're nothing but a little sex toy to me." Draco said coldly.

"Please -"

"Goodbye, Potter. Don't stay out here all night."

Harry sunk to the floor, his eyes unfocused.
He felt like everything had been stripped from him; His parents, his godfather who was on the run, and now his boyfriend...

He thought Draco had loved him truly. But when he thought about it-when was the last time Draco had told Harry that he loved him too?

Never. Said a nasty little voice in his head.

Harry had finally managed to heave himself up off of the floor about half an hour later.

The black-haired boy stumbled into the Gryffindor common, and the stairs to the bathrooms where he faced his reflection in the mirror.

"Why?" he whispered to himself. His eyes were unfocused very slightly...and looked around the room to make sure he was alone.

Harry raised his robes covering his arm and began to scratch. He scratched and tore at the skin on his arm, punishing himself for believing he could be loved. No one would ever love you!

Harry finally stopped the brutal attack on his arm after a few minutes, resulting in the skin being inflamed and irritated.

Somewhat satisfied in a sick way, Harry left the bathroom and headed for the dormitory room for bed.

Harry's dreams were disturbed that night; images of Harry and Draco's first time together being intimate turned into horrific nightmares of him being raped by Draco, whose face was horribly mutated and hissing cruel words to him as he rode him with no mercy.

Harry immediately shot out of bed, his face drenched in sweat, and only vaguely aware that Ron was talking to him from the next bed.

"Better get a move on mate, class is starting soon!"

Harry slowly clambered out of his four-poster bed and clumsily looked around for his robes.

"You alright mate? Didn't hear you come in last night." Ron asked as he put his shoes on.

"Fine." Harry said flatly.

"Did something happen?" Ron persisted.

"I said I'm FINE." Harry shouted. He didn't want to broadcast his life for sympathy – he's gotten enough of that already.

"Sorry mate." Ron said quietly. Harry regretted his actions immediately, though he didn't apologise.

Harry grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder and stormed out the room, determined to get to class to distract himself from his never-ending thoughts of Draco.

Three weeks later.

Harry had never been more depressed in his entire life – sure, he still had Ron and Hermione by his side, though not having Draco with his was almost like a huge hole had been punched in his chest, a part of him had been taken; as if the meaning of Harry's life had been taken.

And, there were those nights where Harry would lock himself away in the Gryffindor bathroom for hours at a time and scratch himself until he bled, desperate for some kind of control in his life. He found he could escape from the physical and mental pain he felt from Draco when he cut himself like this; he liked it.

Neither Ron nor Hermione had known about his relationship with Draco, so neither could tell why he was acting so down.

"Harry, you've been so...different the past few weeks." Hermione said timidly one night in the Gryffindor tower. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, fine." Harry said in a voice not like his own. "Just tired, studying for the O.W.L's and everything."

Though he could tell she was not convinced.

Harry stretched out in front of the fire in the common room, with a book on his lap and reading some notes he'd taken from transfiguration class.

"Harry, what's that?" Ron asked, pointing at his arm.

Harry saw with panic that the robes on his left arm had been drawn back on the rug.

"Nothing, just a scratch." He said dismissively pulling his sleeve down quickly.

"Harry!" Hermione said warningly. "What have you done to yourself!"

"I said nothing!" Harry said, very irritated now. "Everything is peaches and cream with me, Hermione, alright! I'm going to bed."

Harry sat up and packed away his homework and set off towards the boy's dormitory.

The raven-haired boy threw his bag on to his bed and sat down and sighed loudly.

"Why is my life so screwed up? Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"

Sure enough, there was a tapping sound at the window.

"What now?" He cursed angrily. He looked at the window opposite him and saw a very eagle-like owl waiting for him.

"Wha-?" Harry questioned to himself, though he let the owl in anyway.

It swooped in and landed on his bed and dropped a letter, then flew out, unmistakably towards the owlery.

Harry tore the scroll of parchment open, and saw there was extremely neat handwriting.
He read;

Harry,
I know what Draco did to you. Believe me; I would strangle him with my bare hands if he was here.
I'm not sure if you know, but I have been deeply in love with you from the moment I first saw you.
Please think about it.
Reply soon, my owl knows where I am.

Harry looked up from the letter, very confused. Who was this person? What did they want from him?

Harry folded the letter and put it inside his bag, deciding to get back to it tomorrow...it was, thankfully, Friday night.

Harry lay back down in his pillows and fell into an uneasy sleep.

I might get back and edit this, but I hope you like it...should I continue this?