Chapter 1:
Harry sat alone at the Gryffindor table. He watched wearily as the other Gryffindors smiled and laughed, as if the wizarding world hadn't almost lost the biggest war in wizards' history. He was alone. All alone. Hermione had left for travel and Ron had killed himself after him and Hermione had a huge fight. Harry hadn't heard from Ginny in months. Last he heard, she was with some Ravenclaw.
Harry rested his head on his arm, not bothering with his barely full plate. All morning he had picked at the biscuits and gravy. He stood up quickly, the table shaking slightly. Every pair of eyes turned to their savior quickly. The hall grew silent. His face was turned down to his ratty black converse. Harry could feel every stare boring into his back as he rushed out of the Great Hall.
The blonde Slytherin was unseen as he rushed out to the lake. Draco followed curiously and cautiously, not wanting to be seen. They reached the lake; it was a frozen blue-green. A sob emitted from the black haired boy, and Draco quickly hid, not sure what to do or how to react.
Down by the lake, a sullen, sulking Harry pulled out a silver razor from his back pocket, hesitating over his skin. The blade shone brightly in the clouded sun. Draco's eyes widened as the boy pulled it across his skin.
"Accio blade!" Draco Malfoy screamed, his wand pointed to the blade. Harry looked up quickly, tears streaming his cheeks.
"What the hell, Malfoy?!" He cried, rushing angrily to the blonde.
"I'm not going to let you do that to yourself." Malfoy snapped. "You don't need to do that kind of crap." Harry swung an angry fist at him. Draco easily dodged.
"Why not?! It's not like you fucking care about me or anything!" Harry threw another frustrated blow weakly towards the blonde.
"Because I said so."
"What gives you power over me?!"
"The fact that you're not thinking very sane." Draco retorted, beginning to get frustrated himself.
"You don't even understand my pain." Harry scoffed, starting to walk off. Draco caught him by the arm silently, looking him in the eye. He rolled up one sleeve of his robe. White scars covered the pale, clean skin.
Harry hesitantly touched Draco's arm, hardly believing what he was seeing. Draco whispered, "I do.. I-I… I"
"What? You what?" Harry snapped. His face locked on Draco's. Malfoy was staring down at his scars, wishing they weren't there.
"I care… I have since I met you..." The blonde whispered.
Harry stood stunned. He could tell there was more, but didn't want to push it. Harry Potter already knew he cared a thousand tons for the Slytherin. The first time he saw the blondie, he had known there was something he liked about the boy. Sure, he bragged a lot, but obviously he was trying to impress people. The arrogant Slytherin that people hated was nothing more than someone who wanted to be someone.
"I-" Draco began.