Okay, so I never once thought I would be writing one of these. I guess after reading enough you want to write your own. I think this will only have two parts to it. So, this is chapter one. I hope you like how Draco and Harry are. I know that they probably aren't anywhere close to the ones in the books, but I honestly did try. Ugh, this probably sucks on ice because I don't cut. I've been cut by things, but I've never cut myself. Not in this way anyways.

By the way, I don't own Harry Potter or anything that really has to do with it. I'm just a fan trying to have a little fun by borrowing the characters. ^^

The Astronomy Tower seemed like an unlikely place to find Draco on that winter night, yet there he was, watching the sky. He wasn't waiting for anyone or anything to happen. He just wanted to feel numb and knew the cold cause it. He didn't plan to kill himself, but felt the need to feel numb to the world.

"Heh, now I know why you're so cold during the day." Draco slowly turned and looked at Potter. He raised an eyebrow a little. What did Potter mean? Oh, right, we're enemies. Get your head together, Draco.

"Your lips are blue!" Potter sounded alarmed. Draco shrugged, he hadn't noticed that he was that cold. He had lost all feeling hours ago. "We have to take you to the Hospital Wing!" Potter seemed scared for Draco. He grabbed Draco's wrist and started pulling, saying that they could use the invisibility cloak to get there. Draco shook his head and pulled away from Potter.

"I don't want to. Don't you get it, Potter!? I like being this cold." Draco snarled at the black-haired person trying to help out, just a little. Potter glared at Draco and then realized that they were still enemies. He walked out, shaking his head. Draco put his fingers on his lips. Why would Potter notice that his lips were blue? Of all things?

Draco wondered his way back into the dungeon. He snuggled into his blankets. The silk sheets felt so warm against his flesh. The sleep he fell into didn't feel like it last long at all. He figured that he only got about four hours of sleep. I wonder how long Potter got to sleep... The thought seemed so weird to the young Malfoy, but he was still very cold and used that as his reasoning. Potter had seen him freezing and he was wondering about him. It seemed normal. He sighed and walked into the Common Room. The fire was already blazing, even though it appeared that he was the only who was awake. He didn't bother sitting close to the fire. He enjoyed the cold that had fallen around him. He wished the fire would go out and let the others feel the cold that he so enjoyed. Or maybe I like the numbness...

"Oh, Draco, you're awake!" Pansy said when she walked out of the girls' chamber. "Hold on!" She ran into the girls' room and came out a moment later with a pack of hot chocolate mix with a note on top. She handed it to Draco. "Someone gave it too me last night. I didn't get a look at them."

If you ever feel like warming up, you know where I'll be.

HP~

Draco started at it. He knew exactly who it was and where they'd be anytime they could see each other. In the Griffindor Common Room. Heat flooded Draco's body, but he somewhat liked it. He looked at Pansy and the cold flooded back into him, numbing every inch. He felt like he didn't really know her. Maybe he didn't. Maybe they never really were friends.

"I'm going to get some breakfast." He said quickly stuffing the note and hot chocolate into his pocket. He headed to the Great Hall, thinking about Harry and how warm his hand had been on Draco's wrist. He found his way into the Hall, no trouble. The next part too a little more effort. He slowly walked to the Griffindor table. He placed the hot chocolate in front of Potter. He smirked at him a little.

"That's some sick joke." Draco said and walked to his own table, the place he belonged, the Slytherin table. The other Slytherins were talking to him and the numb feeling came over him again. He loved it so much, but wanted to feel the warmth that Potter had brought by grabbing his wrist. Draco excused himself, heading down to his room, grabbed something out of his bag, and went to the nearest bathroom. It wasn't something new for Draco to go off by himself, he had started doing it more and more that year and the one before.

Draco bit his lip and made a small cut on his wrist, the one Potter had grabbed. The warm blood slowly slipped out of the cut and down his wrist. The warmth felt so like the hand that had grabbed his wrist. He made a slightly deeper and longer cut. He winced a little, but the pain reminded him that he was alive. The blood fell quicker. The poor sink... Draco grabbed a towel and wiped up the blood in the sink. He pulled some gauze out of his pocket and smiled at himself for keeping it on him. He wrapped up the cuts, making sure the gauze was wrapped tightly around his wrist. He pulled his sleeve over the gauze and relaxed. He felt like he was on top of the world, but figured that one false move could make him fall again. Draco slipped into the Slytherin Common Room feeling very giddy and loads better than when he had felt so numb. Happily, he talked to everyone, trying hard not to let anything of his recent actions slip. He laughed at some of the lamest jokes he had ever heard and said a lot of things about his home life. Everyone and everything seemed to interesting and fun like he was at a party.

Slowly, though, everything seemed to slip into a cool numbness. He excused himself from the world that had seemed like a party and walked to the Griffindor Tower. The fat lady looked at him suspiciously. "I need to see Potter." He demanded, and just then Potter walked out. He was smirking. He motioned for Draco to follow him. They went to the Astronomy Tower.

"I knew you would come find me." Harry said and leaned up against a wall. Draco glared at him. "You need something to drag you out of your numbness and into reality, but for you to do alone is hard." Draco nodded. Harry was right. Harry was always right. "So, you've gone to cutting and when two little cuts didn't work, you came to me." He sounded a lot like that friend of his. Draco glared a little at him. "I guess I can help y-" He never got to finish because Draco ran out of the room. How DARE Potter act like I'm something weak, something below him, something ONLY he can help. I don't NEED help!

Draco pulled his knife out of his pocket. He unwrapped the gauze, causing the cuts to open again. It felt nice and he almost went back to the Common Room then except Potter's face came up in his memory. The numbness came harder than ever before. He dug the knife into his pale flesh and made a deep cut that quickly, oh so very quickly, became a deep red. He shuddered a little from the pain. It felt so amazing this time like he had opened doors that he shouldn't have. The forbidden, the unneeded, and the freedom that came with opening such doors was amazing. The pain was nothing compared to the feelings that suddenly filled him.

I believe I may have made Draco Malfoy a little Bi polar and Harry's just...a jerk.