Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Just my idea for this story.

I used to hate Harry/Draco as a ship, but for some odd reason I don't have an answer for, something flipped a switch in me and I now can't get enough of it. So, I've decided to write my own. I hope it's alright, and I hope you like it.

Edit: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REVISED!
- for those of you who have read it already. There is even a NEW CHAPTER fit in between 3 and what was 4 and a whole new yummy scene in chapter 10 :P

"Sectumsempra!"

Draco let out a scream of agony and fell to the wet tile floor of the bathroom. He felt as if there were sharp knives stabbing him all over his body, slicing at him without mercy. He gasped for breath; the pain was so horrible.

Harry ran past the stalls into the larger part of the bathroom and horror grew on his face when he realized what he had done.

"Oh my god!" He ran up to the blonde and knelt beside him. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't know what that spell did!" He cast a minor healing spell on Draco, which was all he knew, but it didn't do the taller boy much good.

"F-fuck off… Potter!" he grunted out between gasps of pain, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He tried to sit up but failed.

"No, you need help. I'm not gonna leave you here and not get you help."

"Snape," Malfoy gasped as another wave of pain coursed through him. "I need Snape." He was starting to get dizzy from blood loss and lack of oxygen because he couldn't breathe properly, so he wasn't about to argue with the golden boy. He knew he needed help and fast. Harry wasted no time. He ran out of the bathroom and all the way to the DADA classroom as fast as he could.

"PROFESSOR!" he yelled as he burst through the door.

Snape jumped and knocked over an inkwell. "What in Merlin's name – Potter?"

"Malfoy – boy's bathroom – second floor – he's really hurt – bleeding everywhere! It's… it's my fault! But I didn't mean to!"

Snape jumped up from his desk, the spilled ink forgotton, and ran out of the room, grabbing Harry on the way. "What spell did you use?!"

"I…"

"POTTER!"

"Sectumsempra…" Snape stopped running and whirled around – he was furious. "I didn't mean – I didn't know what it did! I swear!"

"AND SO YOU USED IT, ANYWAY?!"

"I know! I was stupid but PLEASE we have to hurry he's dying!" Harry rushed, close to tears.

When they arrived, his face went almost as white as Draco's skin. The blonde's breathing was shallow now, and he was lying in a pool of his own blood. Snape hovered over him protectively and waved his wand over the gashes on Draco's body, muttering the countercurse.

"Sev…?"

"Don't talk, Draco. I'll heal you as much as I can, then take you to Madam Pomfrey."

Severus picked Draco up and brought him to the hospital wing, snapping something at Harry about dealing with him later. However, Harry slipped his invisibility cloak on and followed. When he got to the wing, he opened the door a crack to listen.

"He tried to heal me."

"Who?"

"Potter." Draco's voice was soft and tired; the ordeal plus the potions Madam Pomfrey administered were taking their toll on him.

"And? That doesn't justify what he did to you."

"It doesn't… but he still did it. He could've left me there to die. But he went to find you even though he hates you, and me."

"Go to sleep, Draco. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

As Snape stood to leave, Harry flattened himself against the wall; he did not want his teacher to find out that he had been listening.

Harry had gone through the next day with an immense feeling of guilt gripping his insides. He felt absolutely horrible. Snape had given him detention every Friday for the rest of the semester, but it still didn't seem fair; he almost killed Malfoy. Snape didn't need to seek him out for the book he now knew Harry possessed, for Harry had practically thrown it at the professor's desk after his defense against the dark arts class.

To say Severus was surprised would be an understatement. He was going to confront Potter about the book, but when the boy handed it in, he had given it a contemptuous look, guilt flashed across his face, and then he left after saying that Snape should destroy that book. Inside were the notes of a genius, but also of someone who held an immense amount of anger. That it shouldn't be in the hands of anyone but the owner. Snape was quite impressed with him, though he would never admit it.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, Harry snuck out of his room with his invisibility cloak. He crept out of Gryffindor Tower and all the way to the hospital wing.

"Alohamora." The door unlocked easily and Harry slipped inside. He saw Malfoy sleeping on one of the many beds and thought that he looked peaceful. He was actually quite handsome when he wasn't sneering. Harry's eyes widened in absolute shock. Where did THAT come from? Malfoy wasn't handsome! He was a dirty, sneaky git who… he stopped his thoughts before they got out of hand and obstructed what he wanted to do that night. His guilt was clouding his mind; Malfoy wasn't handsome. No.

"Malfoy," Harry said. "Hey, Malfoy!" The blonde stirred and Harry noticed something on his left wrist. He leaned closer and his eyes widened; what he saw made his heart lurch in a mixture of shock, fear, and sorrow. Draco's sleeve was pushed up around the middle of his lower arm and there were scars and cuts marring his skin.

Draco opened his eyes groggily to see Harry Potter standing by his bead. He flinched; this made Harry feel even more terrible. "What the fuck do you want, Potter?" He must have noticed that his arm was showing, for he pulled it toward his body, the sleeve falling back to his wrist. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Well I couldn't exactly visit in the middle of the day, could I? Here." Harry handed something to Draco. "It's chocolate. I know it's stupid… but I thought it would… help you a bit, I dunno."

"Thank… you…" Draco blinked at Harry's kindness. He was surprised, and also amused by Harry's embarrassment.

"Listen, uh… I really am sorry…"

"You don't have to repeat yourself over and over again. I know."

Harry flushed. "Right, well… night."

Harry couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy. Why did he cut? It disturbed him greatly. What could possibly be so wrong with his life that would make him do that to himself? Something wasn't adding up. He glanced over at where the Slytherins sit in DADA; he still wasn't back from the hospital wing. It has been two days, already. Harry sighed. How was it that he was always involved in situations like this?

Harry did not visit Draco that night. He thought it would be weird for him to go more than once, so instead, he stayed up until three a.m. thinking.

However, that morning, his mind was satisfied. Draco Malfoy was sitting in potions at the back of the room next to Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. Slughorn chuckled happily when the instructions appeared on the board, and the students went to work. After quite some time, Slughorn started getting very annoyed with Ron and Hermione, who were pestering Harry about why he was in a weird mood lately and such.

"Miss Granger! Mr. Weasley! That is enough out of you! Harry, m'boy, go sit in the empty spot with Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Parkinson, and Mr. Zabini, if you will, please, as these two cannot keep their concentration on their work."

Harry shot Hermione and Ron an annoyed look, then went to Malfoy's table. Harry did not want to sit with him. He still felt very badly about what happened, and he didn't want their eyes to meet. They worked together without protest, which was unusual and the rest of the class thought so too, but the two looked gloomy enough for them, so they made no comments about it.

At one point, Draco and Harry went to grab the same ingredient at the same time and their hands brushed. While Draco just looked surprised, Harry flushed and mumbled an apology, taking his hand away. He would just use it after Malfoy. Draco thought this interesting, and couldn't figure out why Harry let him have the ingredient first, or why he had blushed. 'Probably just from embarrassment, still… or because he hates touching me.' That last thought surprised Draco in that it actually made him a little hurt. Why would he feel hurt over Potter not wanting to touch him? He shrugged it off and continued to work.

"No, stir counterclockwise once then clockwise twice, not the other way around," Draco whispered ten minutes later. Harry sent an incredulous stare at him. "What?" he sniffed arrogantly.

Harry shook his head. "Nothing. Thanks." He glanced over at the taller boy's left wrist, his heart reaching out to the blonde, knowing what was under his sleeve. And then, before he could stop it, a thought shot through his head; of how such a handsome boy in a well-known, well-to-do family could be so depressed, and how much he wanted to help him.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I have more written, I just have to type and edit it. :)