I'm sorry for not updating Heartless but my best friend, Meki of the Stardust Dreamers, convinced me to post this with her co - writing.

All poems, in bold, were written by Meki.

All thoughts are in italics

WARNING - SELF - HARM

Chapter 1 - You found me

Draco was upset and it was obvious. Why else would the Slytherin Ice Prince be pacing his room, refusing to talk to even his best friends, Pansy and Blaise? Though what was not obvious was the reason he was upset. The reason for this sudden change in the Ice Prince's mood was the young boy who refused to even look at him. Harrison James Potter, why should that bother him? After all they had never liked each other and had never gotten along, but that was not true. He and Harry had become friends the year before and he had hoped that they could have been even more. Yes, you read right. Draconian Lucius Malfoy likes the boy who lived, maybe even loves him. Draco had been planning to tell Harry this before school had closed but thanks to his father and the rest of the Death Eater scum Harry and several others almost died and Sirius black had died. Now Harry wouldn't speak to anyone. Sighing, Draco decided once more to try to talk with Harry. Getting up he left his room and pushing past Blaise and Pansy he ran out of the Slytherin common room not caring who saw.

Harry sat with his back against a tree facing the lake. He knew no – one would see him there with all bushes surrounding him. There was no – one to find him anyway Hermione was researching something for her home work, Ron & Ginny were at Quidditch practise (which Harry had given up) and he had broken off all ties with Draco, something he regretted in his lonely hours. He was so convinced he wouldn't be found that he did something he had been doing since the night Sirius died; he took a dagger from within his clothes and held it against his wrist.

I feel my soul slowly detaching itself
And the sadness the world has forced upon me
Has been replaced by immortal numbness

I feel almost nothing
I see almost nothing
Life has lost its meaning

I just want to wrap myself in pain
Just to prove that I am real.

Harry lazily pulled the dagger across his wrist dragging it deeper each time.

Metal on flesh

The feel of it

The smell of blood

Hypnotic

The feel of the cold metal

On my warm flesh

Watching my blood rush out

As if it too wanted to drift away

Even the luck of the boy – who – lived wasn't able to last that long. Harry soon learnt this lesson as the last thing he remembered before he passed out was seeing the shocked and yet sad face of the Slytherin Ice Prince with tears running down his face.

'Draco…you found me.'

Draco would never admit to himself much less anyone else that he had been scared shitless when he had found the dark beauty with his wrists cut. He had panicked a few seconds before healing the wounds, lifting Harry into his arms and running towards the school. Draco knew Harry needed blood replenishing potions and he wouldn't want Dumbledore to know about this so the infirmary was out of the question and he also knew that Severus was at a death eater meeting. Making up his mind he turned in the direction of the dungeons. All the steps and twists and turns made the journey seem much longer than it was, by the time he made it to the common room entrance he was seriously worried about Harry who lay limp in his arms.

Running into Slytherin territory with the bloody-boy-who-wouldn't-die in your arms was a suicidal move for it was sure to be reported to the Dark Lord, but for some reason the only people left in the common room were Blaise, Pansy, Theodore and Millicent. The moment he stepped in Pansy jumped up to ask if he was alright and stopped in complete shock when her eyes rested on the boy cradled in his arms. Before Pansy could open her mouth to ask and before Draco could even push her out of the way, Blaise spoke.

"Shall I get the blood replenishing potion?"

Draco stood there in shock before a groan from Harry brought him back. Draco looked up to answer but realized that Blaise was already gone. Running up to the dorm room, he placed Harry on the bed. He looked at the wounds and was surprised to find them only half healed. The others must have followed him into the dorm for a second later Pansy was at his side healing the now reopening wounds, all the while giving Draco a look that clearly stated that they need to talk. Draco brought Harry to sit in his lap at the same moment Blaise ran in with the potion. Draco massaged Harry's throat to help him swallow as Blaise poured the potion into his mouth.

As Blaise stepped back, Draco placed Harry under the covers before climbing in after him. Sensing their friend's distress over what had happened they left him alone with Harry. Draco drew Harry closer, buried his head in the untidy black hair and whispered "I'll be here for you Harry. I'll never leave…ever."

Hope you enjoyed. The first half of the poem is 'untitled' and the second half is the beginning of 'Hypnotic' which were once again written by Meki. I made it longer because I have the entire story planned out but its just not coming out how i want it to but i'll keep trying.