Blood and Tears
This takes place in Harry and Draco's sixth year, a spin on when Harry finds Draco in the bathroom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Only in my dreams.
Harry opened the door to the bathroom slowly; he could hear someone sobbing. He looked to the sink to see Draco Malfoy, tears running down his face. He looked paler than usual. Harry then noticed the blood. It was covering the sink, and Malfoy's arms. Harry had never seen this before, what was going on? What was Malfoy bleeding? He gently pushed the door open wider, and Malfoy saw him. He rushed to put something in his pocket.
"What do you want Ha- um, Potter?" he said quietly, looking down, not bothering to clean up the blood now dripping onto the floor.
"Why are you bleeding so much? What the hell happened?" Harry asked as he walked over to where Malfoy was. Then he saw: Draco's arms were all cut up, and still bleeding. Unclear words were carved into his arms and Harry realized, 'He did this to himself.'
"Draco! What did you do to yourself?!" Harry was shaking and terrified. He didn't know what to do. "I need to heal those or else you'll bleed out!"
"What does it matter," Draco asked, "Who says I don't want to die? Just let me be Potter," He said quietly as he slumped to the floor, eyes closing in defeat, even paler than before.
Harry bent down and gently raised Draco's arm. He took out hid wand and closed up most of the cuts. He then cleaned up all the blood and wrapped bandaged he conjured up all around Draco's forearms and wrists. His heart was beating furiously. 'Why would he want to die?' Harry thought, for some reason feeling terribly hurt. He could see some color returning to Draco's face now as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Why, Draco?" he asked quietly, tenderly.
"Because Harry," he said bitterly, "What's my purpose in this world? Finish school, then what? Become a death eater? I don't want that, but I'll never amount to anything more. I don't see the point," he had started to cry now; crystalline tears streaming down his face, "And besides, I'm so alone, nobody wants me here, especially not you. Which brings us to my question: why did you help me?" he seemed genuinely confused.
"First off," started Harry, "you don't have to become a death eater. You can flee to America or something. And second off," he said as he took Draco's hands in his own, "I care about you. I have since fourth year. I don't want you to die," his eyes teared up and he looked down, not fond of showing hid raw emotions to someone so vulnerable.
"You… care about me?" asked Draco, utter bewilderment showing clearly on his face, "But… it seemed like you hated me?"
"Draco I-"Harry started, but before he could get the words out, Draco had lifted Harry's chin with his fingers, and kissed him softly, passionately. Harry closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss he had wanted for so long. The kiss got deeper as Draco put his newly bandaged arms around Harry's neck, and Harry held Draco's face with his hands.
When the kiss broke apart, they were both breathing heavy and were flushed in the face. They stared at each other for what seemed like eons before Draco spoke.
"I love you, Harry," he said, unblinking.
"I love you too, Draco," Harry answered, as he pulled him in for a gentle embrace.
"Please don't try and end your life again, Draco I don't think I could live without you," Harry said, tears in his eyes, "and try not to hurt yourself anymore, please?" he said as he held out his hand for the razor Draco had slipped in his pocket earlier.
"I'll try for you, and only you Harry," said Draco as he reached in his pocket and put the razor in Harry's hand.