Peggi-I was in a really bad mood when I started this and the summary was vague but it will make more sense after this chapter. I don't own Harry Potter and if I did then it would be re-named Draco Malfoy and all bleached-blond arrogant-jerks would be worshiped in the show. Read the fic and review or else I will send He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named after you!
Summary: He didn't think it would end up going that far. It was supposed to be just a way around the anger and emotional pain. But now he'd gone to far. It always starts as harmless. . .
IT ALWAYS STARTS AS 'HARMLESS'
It took a while for Draco to talk his way out of this one. His father was more than amused at the fact that he'd gotten into a fight with Harry Potter, and was more angry at the fact that Draco had lost. Draco had convinced his friends, followers, and even himself that Harry had cheated, but the truth was, he simply. . .lost. But being humiliated was most likely the least of his worries now. He had been suspended from Hogwarts! This was something his father wasn't pleased with, but it beat the other option of expulsion, which Draco had found his way out of by lying. Draco almost slammed the door to his room as he arrived home, his father and mother arguing about the whole situation.
Draco was so frustrated. His father was so successful, had a perfect life, money, everything he wanted, he had. Draco could never be as perfect as his father. No matter how hard he tried, and believe me, he tried. Draco thought that maybe by beating Harry Potter at. . .SOMETHING, he would finally gain his father's approval. What a terrible idea that was!
Ever since Draco could remember, his mother and he had been abused both with violence and words by his father, and Hogwarts was like an escape for him, but now he had an entire month of his father's wrath to deal with. This was all Potter's fault! Him with his stupid friends and everyone loving him just because of that ugly mark on his forehead!!! Just because of a scar, everyone loved him!
Draco winced as he heard a loud slamming noise, and knew that his father had just smashed something, most likely a chair, against the wall downstairs.
"IF I DON'T, THEN HE WON'T EVER LEARN! WHY CAN'T YOU SEEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT?! ARE YOU REALLY THAT MUCH OF AN IDIOT?!" Lucius screamed at his wife.
Draco realized that if his mother didn't save him, he'd be in for the beating of his life.
After about an hour, a door slammed, and Draco went to the window to see a car pull away, his mother standing in the driveway, crying, as she watched her husband leave, most likely to go drink for a while and come back to. . .oh merlin only knows what he would do to Draco and/or his mother.
Draco glared out the window and forced tears back as he walked towards the bathroom. He opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out a simple shaving razor and unscrewed it, pulling the blade out of it, and throwing the rest away. He re-entered his bedroom and sat down on the bed. This should be simple. . .he'd seen one of his older sister's arms before, and heard stories from her about this, and figured it couldn't be all that hard. He held the razor tightly in his hand and slowly dragged it across his arm at a slight angle, watching as a line trailed behind it, blood slowly flowing out of his arm.
His sister was right. The hurt and fear seemed to leave him, to flow out with the blood. He'd never considered becoming a cutter before, but since his life was already miserable, why not? He only managed two cuts, and couldn't make a third because it did hurt more than he'd thought, and he was afraid of loosing too much blood. He wasn't sure how much his body could manage loosing. So he hid the blade in his desk drawer and wrapped a thin cloth over his arm and fell asleep, not really worrying about the cuts. He didn't do anything wrong, right? Just a few small cuts. . .it was completely harmless!
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Peggi-Firstly, no this is NOT a one-shot, and I don't know if this has been done cuz I don't read HP fics at unless they're a friend's but I think this is original. Secondly, I want to point out to people CUTTING IS NOT COOL OKAY?! I AM NOT TRYING TO INFLUENCE YOU INTO THINKING THAT IT DOES ANYTHING OTHER THAN KILL YOU OFF SLOWLY!!!. . .okay, now time for a rant.
Rant: I started cutting at about the age of 9 and now I'm 17. I always thought it was harmless, just a way to relieve anger, but from the start of this year until now, I've had 1 friend die from cutting, 2 get sent to a mental institution, and 1 who had to move away because her mom thought it was the fault of her friends that she was cutting. It only kills you off slowly. You think that it's okay to just do it a little, and then it progresses. Do something productive instead. . .like a stress pillow. Stab it all you want. And since I'm writing this mostly for a friend of mine, I'd like to point out that the pillow idea was HERS!!! And another thing, if anyone wants to talk to me, feel free to email me. I'm a great listener, wonderful with advice (if you want to know the right thing to do. I give honest answers, sometimes not what you want to hear) and I talk in confidence (don't tell ppl what we talked about)
End rant!!! So, review and I'll update okies?