**edited 4/25/17

Warnings: Scarring, personal harming and mention of abuse. Please be careful and take precautions if you are not comfortable with this type of writing. || Rated: M

A/U HP. I don't own Harry Potter or the world, I think Blaise would have been more important if I did.

"Draco!" Blaise yelled, running into the dorms ignoring the grumbles from the few other sleeping students his eyes on the pale blonde who was still sleeping, "Draco!" He shook him roughly, "get up! It's Harry!"

Draco peeked his eyes open, and glanced to the bed that was next to his and saw it was empty. Empty and not slept in. "What?"

"It's Harry, c'mon!" Blaise was grabbing something that Draco couldn't see and then he jumped out of bed, jerking his wand off the top of his trunk while following Blaise - not bothering to grab a robe or anything. He didn't care, it was Harry. That is all that mattered.

Blaise hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time and Draco followed closely behind coming into the empty common room, "where is he?" He asked as he looked around, expecting the mess of a man to be sitting in there crying? Or just really drunk? Or naked and running around? But he wasn't. It was empty except for Ron.

"Malfoy," Ron looked relieved as he stepped into view, "he's only asking for you."

"What's going on?" Draco demanded when the redhead turned away from him and lead the way out of the common's, Blaise following. "Blaise, what is going on? Where is Potter?" But no one answered, they just walked swiftly through the hallways, running down the stairwell and when they took the turn behind the stairwell Draco stopped.

He knew where they were going and he didn't want to go.

"No."

Blaise and Ron both stopped, looking at him, "he wants you, Malfoy," Ron answered, "he won't calm down, he just keeps saying your name."

"Tell me what's going on right now!"

Blaise swallowed roughly, and turned to look at his friend, "Draco, Harry is hurt. A lot."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"He wants to see you, Drake, he won't calm down. He hexed McGonagall.. he just wants you," Blaise's voice was quiet as he talked, his hands were shaking as he reached out for Draco, "he's completely trashed, dangerously so, it's like he doesn't even know who he is anymore. He's gone. And he's really hurt..." Blaise closed his eyes, "I don't know how to explain it?"

Ron shook his head, "I don't know I've never seen anything like this, he is messed up Malfoy."

Draco swallowed roughly and pushed past the two of them, walking towards the infirmary, pausing at the door when he saw Pansy and Hermione standing next to it McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey and Slughorn with them. But he didn't talk he just opened the door and walked in.

Harry was standing in the middle of the room, his back to Draco and he stood unmoving. Quiet.

"Potter?" Draco called out from the door, shutting it behind him.

"Go away."

Draco cleared his throat, "don't think I can do that, Potter. I heard you were asking for me."

"That's what does it, huh? Just me asking for you?" Draco almost laughed, but remained quiet, "I don't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?"

Harry lifted a shoulder, "like this."

"What's going on, Potter, no one will tell me anything."

Harry shrugged again, "does that bother you?"

Draco sighed, "I'm not playing this game with you Potter," he reached out and took the handle when a spell shot across the room and right into the door. He whipped around, his wand out, ready to defend himself when he saw Harry. He wanted to gasp, to throw up, but he couldn't give Harry that satisfaction. Or was it his own pride that he couldn't bruise? He didn't know anymore. He looked at Harry, standing still and quiet, only his eyes moved and they scanned his face.

"This isn't a game Malfoy!" Harry screamed, "this is my life."

"This is my life too, Potter!" Draco roared back, his resolve breaking instantly, "you think you're the only one in the whole world going through this? You think you're the only one that got fucked up from the war?" Draco's voice was loud and cut through the silence.

"Oh fuck off Malfoy, you got off scot-free. I made sure of that."

Draco scoffed, "is this what it's like to owe Harry Potter a favor? Take me now then, because this isn't worth it."

Harry's laugh was quiet, hollow, and he looked to the side, "I don't need anyone Malfoy."

"Oh I can tell," Draco snapped, "you're so warm and welcoming to everyone, it's like you're fine."

"I am fine!" Harry jerked his head and looked back at him, his wand was pointed right at Draco and he glared, "I especially don't need you."

"Do it," Draco sneered, crossing his arms against his chest, "go ahead, Potter, show the world how fine you are. Can't stop drinking, you bloody hurt yourself, ignoring your friends, hexing professors and what is it you're planning to do right now? Kill me? Curse me? Hurt me?"

Harry was shaking, his breath coming out in hot burst, "I'll do it!"

"Don't think there is a single thing you can do to me that hasn't been done before!" Draco answered and he showed his bare left arm, "I grew up in this life, Potter, that was misery. Because if it wasn't my father beating me or my mother touching me, my aunt had a go and Merlin did I love disappointing Voldemort because he always had a fun way of trying out things on all of us kids." Draco was shaking as he spoke, his voice going from a scream to a quiet almost whisper, "but that's okay you're the only one with problems, Savior-of-the-World, let us bow before him."

Harry blinked his wand dropping, not just his arm but his wand to the ground and he sunk down to his knees. Two wide green eyes staring up at Draco. There was blood everywhere. Harry was covered in it, from top of his head running down his face, his neck and some on his shirt. The whole left side of his face caked in it - some of it dried, some of still drying and some wet and fresh. Harry stared back, his teeth tugging across his lip. Draco approached him, walking out across the room only stopping when he was a little more than arms length away, "what did you do?" Draco asked quietly, he could smell the alcohol. It was so strong he could almost taste it and had to clear his throat to fight back the burn.

"I still hear him," Harry whispered, and he shut his eyes, "I still hear his voice in my mind, I want him out."

Draco stared at the cut that was slicing along the lightning bolt scar, "he's not here Harry. He's gone."

Harry stared up at the other, his eyes watering and he reached out for the paler one wrapping his arm around his legs and leaning towards him, his clean cheek brushing against the material of Draco's sleeping pants, "help me, Draco, because I can't do this alone."

Draco wasn't sure what to do, so he stayed still and stroked Harry's hair, "first things first, we need to get the cut cleaned up." Harry nodded silently his grip tightening and that told Draco he wasn't going to let go anytime soon so he turned slightly and used his wand to open the doors to the infirmary.

When they entered it was like a wave, they were loud and worried and the 7 of them were hovering. McGonagall was staring with a frown sharing whispers with Slughorn, Hermione was knelt down with Madam Pomfrey who was cleaning Harry's injury and Blaise, Ron and Pansy were practically breathing down Draco's arm. The three of them staring in horror.

Draco was growing tense, but he stayed still, his hand never leaving Harry's hair and Harry never let go of his leg. His arm was wrapped around Draco tightly and his clean cheek was pressed to his leg with his eyes closed. Draco watched Pomfrey work; she moved quickly cleaning the cut and trying a few silent spells to close it up but it stared it's ugly head right back at them.

Draco was trying to avoid looking at the gaping wound, his stomach churning from the blood that continued to spill over the spilt skin. He couldn't imagine the pain Harry had to put himself through to do that, he couldn't imagine the pain Harry had felt to even want to do that. He could imagine any of it, it made his body ache at just the thought. It made him sick. Draco drug his hand through Harry's messy, wild hair the Gryffindor was humming seeming practically oblivious to the matter at hand as he clutched to Draco's leg.

Draco and Pomfrey met each other's eyes, the older woman frowning deeply she had tears in her eyes as she and Draco shared the look. He understood the look, he understood all of it. "Potter," Draco said stepping back, the man almost falling forward startled by the sudden movement and he reached out for the blonde again. "Get up, we need to lay you down."

"Oh," Harry heaved himself off the ground, still reaching Draco and ignoring everyone else. His friends were watching nervously, McGonagall was frowning - Pomfrey explaining the circumstance, "to bed?"

"That one," Draco nodded at one of the infirmary beds, "we have to do some muggle patch work." He explained trying to ignore the hand that was sliding down his arm to his own hand as they walked. Harry laid up on the bed, and as soon as his head hit the pillow he groaned softly, "you okay?"

"I don't feel so good," Harry admitted and reached up towards his head, Draco slapped his hand away with a glare.

"Don't touch your head," he instructed, and pulled up the chair next to his bed.

Pomfrey was assessing the cut, "tergeo," she said and recleaned the cut before numbing the sight and busying herself with quick wand work to stitch up over the scar, "you okay Mr. Potter?"

"A little sick," he whispered his eyes shutting as he talked, "I don't feel so good." He was squeezing Draco's hand tightly, and dragging his thumb over the other palm, Draco was doing his best to ignore both his thumb and the self-inflicted scar. "It's gonna be there for a while, huh?"

"Magic doesn't heal dark cuts, dark magic, dark thoughts, Mr. Potter," she answered and held up the bandage wrap about to fit it over his head, "it'll be there forever."

"Draco," Harry waved her away.

She blinked and glanced to the Slytherin who sighed and jerked his hand from Harry's to stand, taking the bandages from her. She pulled the curtain close around them and Draco could hear her shooing them out, while he unrolled the bandages, "I'm not helping you with this wound when you're sober," Draco was saying with a quiver.

"Blood make you queasy?"

"That amount of blood does," Draco answered, frowning deeply before moving his long cool fingers over Harry's head, the bandage falling into place.

"How bad is it?"

He ran his thumb over top of the bandage lightly, starting just past his temple and across Harry's forehead to stop just between his nose, "it's big and ugly, Potter, you shouldn't have done that."

Harry swallowed roughly and closed his eyes again, "I can hear him, Malfoy, I need him gone."

A/n: I did, revised this a little bit. Edited it. Added a chapter. Enjoy!