I don't think I can do this anymore, Draco thought as he walk alone towards the Great Hall. He paused outside of the large doors, leaning against the stone wall. I just need to stop thinking about him… But, I just… I just can't.
Gripping the handle, he thought, Maybe he wont be there. It will be easier to stop thinking if he isn't there. Weakly, without looking up, Draco shoved open the doors.
He took a step forward, lifting his head. The first thing he saw pushed him over the edge. Standing next to the table with the other Gryffindors, was Harry, holding Ginny's hand as she leaned up against him.
Harry glanced up, hearing the doors open. As he looked at Draco his eyes widened. He let go of Ginny and began to speak. Draco burst into tears and ran before he could hear what he had said. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had get away. Get away from Harry. Get away from Hogwarts. Get away from everything.
He sped through winding hall ways and up moving staircases before he found himself in the prefect's washroom. Draco quit running and stood, shaking, in front of one of the sinks. He tore off his tie and began wiping the tears from his cheeks, but they just kept coming. He threw the tie onto the ground and turned on the tap.
As he splashed his face with warm water, Draco began to think. What am I going to do? I can't even look at him without breaking down. He turn off the water. "Why? Why?" he said, growing gradually louder as the tears began to pour down once again, "Why can't I just… Why can't I just love someone else? Like-like a fucking girl!"
He collapsed onto the tiled floor as he choked out those last words. He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out his wand. As he turned it around in his hands he began to think, I wonder what I could do with this… Could I..? He took the wand into one off his hands and pointed it at his other wrist.
While beginning to mutter a spell he heard footsteps. He stopped what he was doing as the footsteps stopped. His eyes darted to the door. It was Harry. Draco jumped to his feet, holding his wand in front of him.
Harry slowly brought out his wand as he spoke, "Draco, I'm so sorry. What-what's-"
"Shut up, Harry," Draco spat out, "I don't need your pity. Just-just get out." Once again, the tears began to flow.
Harry started to move closer. "Draco, you need-"
"I don't need anything! I told you to get out!" Draco rose his wand higher and sputtered "Ex-Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew out of his hand and into Draco's.
"Draco, please, just-"
Draco wasn't listening. He couldn't concentrate, the blood was pounding in his ears as he rushed pasted the toilets, towards the other sinks. As he ran, he slipped in a large puddle of water on the ground. He slammed to the floor with a shriek. He could feel something taring in his leg.
He lied there, in pain, mind racing, as his leg oozed blood. I can't live like this anymore. The pain of living without him is worse than this horrid pain in my leg, or the pain it would give to end it all. He whipped his wand out again as Harry ran in.
Everything appeared to be going in slow motion. Draco pointed his wand at his wrist, bursting with tears and sever pain. He began to mutter "Sectum Sempra" when Harry leaped at him, yelling for him to stop. Harry crying and screaming was the last thing Draco remembered before everything went black.