"How'd you do on the potions test mate?" Ron Weasley asked to his friend across the table over lunch.
"Alright" Harry potter smiled brightly "No need to ask what you got eh, 'mion?" He laughed gently her sticking her tongue out playfully at him in response.
"You're so cute when you pretend to be angry" Ron said pinching her lightly on the cheek which led to more sickeningly cute exchanges between the two of them.
'every damned meal' Harry thought as he got up to leave, obviously resentful of the public displays of affection going on across the table from him.
"Oh, Harry, do stay!" The girl looked up looking as though she had just realized her surroundings.
"Yeah, didn't mean to make it awkward for you especially what with you not having a girl- oww!" The other boy was cut off by his girlfriend striking him on the head. Smiling sweetly she turned to Harry hoping to make up for the uncomfortable lunch hour she was creating for him.
"I'd really much rather talk to you than that idiot anyways."
"No, it's okay, you two just go back to what you were doing. I was wanting to leave anyways." Harry said seeming very eager to get somewhere.
"Nonsense, I won't be ably to talk to you later because of the game tonight! now sit back down…"
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Four hours later Harry felt exactly like the mud he was covered in.
"Don't look so sad! There will be other games. We can salvage ourselves!" Fred Weasley clapped him on the back.
"Right, of course!" He smiled determinedly.
"Now come one let's get showered" The other twin said heading toward the change room.
"Oh, I forgot my towel up in the dorm"
"Don't worry about it, you can borrow mine when I'm done with it"
"uh, I'll be in, in a bit, I just want to take a little walk to cool down."
"suite yourself" The twins rang out in unison before disappearing inside the change rooms leaving Harry alone. Sighing he began to walk toward the lake.
'I stink at sports' He thought plopping down next to a tree.
' no one would stop for a moment to think I might be lying to them. No one cares enough to spend that long thinking about how I feel.'
Resting against a tree he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal horizontal scars covering his entire forearm.
'Well I feel like shit.'
Taking out a pocket knife he drew a line on his arm
'I failed the test'
He made another line.
'I hate when those two muck over each other in front of me'
He made another line.
'But who cares? It's just Harry'
Blood formed in beads on the cuts and slid own his arm.
'I'm alone'
He looked down at the cuts, at the blood, at the scars. They told a story, and to him they were a beautiful expression of everything he could never find the means to express any other way.
"What the hell?"
Startled out of his mind Harry turned to see the last person he would want to see under any circumstances.
"Draco!"
