Harry closed his eyes, not thinking as he exited the great hall. It was after the war, and it was like everyone had forgotten of him. Well, maybe not exactly forgotten, but just that they didn't care. Not that that would be any better...
He was alone, felt alone, but did not show that he was alone. For, that would show a weakness, and he could not afford those if he wanted to survive. He bumped into someone on the way to his bathroom, but didn't stop to help them up, and just barely apologizing. He closed the door, locking it behind him, and putting up a silencing spell. He let out an anguished scream, as he did every other night, going through this same process. He punched a mirror, cutting his hand in the process. He sighed, letting the tears consume him as he did every night.
Harry picked up one of the pieces of glass, and held the duller side.
Draco was shocked to say in the least. He was about to comment as Potter crashed into him, but stopped at the sight of his face. He looked depressed. Looked...like something was majorly wrong. And Draco Malfoy knew something was wrong. He had a sensor like that. So, being the guy he was, he just had to find out! So he followed Potter, and unlocked the door quietly with a quiet Alohomora and creaked the door open silently. He watched in horror, not moving until it looked like he was going to cut his arm.
With everything he had done, it all seemed like his moves were practiced. Like he had done this many times before. Draco told Potter not to cut himself, but he didn't listen. Draco told Potter to stop, but he stared right into Draco's eyes, as he placed the jagged edge against the flesh that was already far too used to this abuse. He slowly dragged down, and Draco tried, but he was seemingly unable to look away.
The glass broke skin, and Draco shivered as Potter's gleeful laugh rocketed over him.