A/n: I do not own Harry Potter or ne of J.K. Rowling's charcters. This is one shot! and means a laps of time!
Malfoy walked to the Head's Common Room, slowly after dinner. He was thinking and alone. Bugger, that little mudblood is on my mind again... She missed dinner again. I bet she's doing it again. He muttered the pass and walked into the common room. She's crying as always. Those thickheaded twats she hangs out with actually by her excuses? Hell, they're more dense then I thought. "Oh, Harry, sorry I missed dinner. I was at the library studing." he could here her saying in his head. Time to find her before I have to take her to Pomfrey again. He walked into her bedroom. No sign of her here. Why the bloody hell would she cut her wrists? He checked the bathroom. Not here either. Why am I starting to worry? I don't care if the little mudblood gets hurt. He strolled into his room and there, in a pile of robes and limbs was Granger. He walked to her quickly, along the way seeing a shiny reflection.
"Oh shit. Granger, wake up," He said softly, trying to wake her up. She was cold. He started shaking her trying to get her up. "C'mon, you stupid mudblood get your ass up! I don't need Potty and Weasel comming after me." He started looking for the potion Madame Pomfrey gave to him incase he caught her again. "Where did I put it? Ah Ha! Found it!" He rushed over to her, opening the vile and poured it into her mouth and rubbing her throat to make sure she swallowed it.
He picked her up, not caring if he got any of her blood on himself, and carried her to Pomfrey.
"Are you going to eat your bacon? (A/N: SRRY! I love bacon I just had to add it)" Goyle asked Malfoy.
"What? Huh? Oh, bacon? Sure, take it all," Malfoy replyed.
"Thanks, mate. Is something bothering y-"
"Mr. Malfoy, Madame Pomfrey would like you to come see her," Snape cut off Goyle.
"Okay, I'll go now." Malfoy replied. He got up and walked there.
"Mr. Malfoy, You have saved Ms. Granger's life. Do you realize that? If you had not found her and brought her to me I doubt that she would have lived regardless of the potion," Pompfrey paused. "She lost so much blood, I could guess that maybe in another 10- 20 minutes she would have been dead. Now she's awake."
"Okie dokie" said Malfoy. He sat down in the chair next to Granger's bed.
"Why'd you save me?" Granger asked.
"Why do you slit your wrists?" Malfoy snapped at her.
"Why do you care?" she snapped back.
"Whatever, mudblood." He walked out.
Malfoy stalked back to the common room that eveing. The little witch made him think again. Why do I care if she dies or not? She's just a mudblood! He sat down on the couch as soon as he could. He heard her door open and slowly turned and met her eyes. Why does she look so sad? She sat down next to him and took off her sweat shirt. (She was wearing a tank top under!)
"See these?" she pointed to scabs and scars along her her arms. "I did this to myself cause I want to hurt on the outside just as much as the inside. But I won't stop hurting. Now answer me."
"I can't. I don't know. I'll tell you when I figure out." He said.