I couldn't sleep - I'd spent hours tossing and turning, when I finally gave up and went for a walk through the castle. I walked on autopilot – not realising where my feet were taking me until I got there.
I'd ended up in the bathroom.
A few weeks earlier, there had been a fight in there.
Harry and Draco had been sending spells flying at each other, when Harry had used a spell – no one knew which spell – and Draco had lost a lot of blood. Apparently, a 3rd year had been in one of the cubicles, and had hidden when Draco and Harry started arguing. From what he overheard Snape saying once Harry had left Draco had scars covering his arms, that couldn't be explained by the spell - which had hit his torso. When Snape asked about it, Draco had acted defensive and left.
Once the story got around Draco's life must've come close to hell. He got food thrown at him at every meal, people told him to go slit his wrists, and I'm pretty sure that most of the letters he received were from other students telling him to just go and kill himself already. I was worried to say the least.
I might not have liked Draco at all, but I didn't want anyone to make the mistakes I had – that's right. You heard correctly. No need to go back and read it again. I, Neville Longbottom, used to self-harm - and still did occasionally. Being called worthless and stupid your entire life can drive a person to that
I couldn't see what Draco's reasons would've been before now. Right now, with all of the abuse, I could see why, but before that? No. He had everything; Parents, Friends, money, no one dared to insult him. He could've been practically running the school if Harry wasn't there.
When I went into the bathroom, I stopped dead in my tracks, unable to believe what I was seeing.