Chapter two Harry's POV

I was back at home at 4 privet drive. "Why should we give you the good food on our table you british scumb bag" I just frowned and walk away. "Boy don't you walk away from me there's orange juice on the table clean it up now" Uncle Vernon screamed angrily. I grabbed a rag and started to wipe the orange juice up. "Boy do it quicker" Screamed Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon then kicked me repeatedly. "harry…Harry" someone was calling his name. Someone grabbed his shoulders and shacked him back and forth. "Harry"

"HARRY," someone screamed. I sprang up into a sitting position.

"Harry are you alright you were screaming and sweating in your sleep?" asked Ron his eyes wide.

"Yeah us blokes were scared you were screaming like someone was torturing you," Dean stated worriedly.

"I'm fine I promise," I stated quietly.

"You didn't sound fine mate!" said Seamus.

"I'm FINE," I said loudly. Merlins beard, can't they leave me alone. I got up, shoved passed Ron who was still standing there, and got my robes on.

"Harry mate, were just a little worried," Ron said sadly. "You just, uh, haven't been, um, yourself lately. We just want to know whats up," Ron stated to me.

"Nothing is up." I say starting to get angry, "I'm fine, F-I-N-E, FINE," I said angrily. Do they not know when to back off. I bolted out the door and out of Gryffindor tower. Why can't they understand? I kept speed walking until I bumped into someone.

"You look angry Potter!" said Draco.

"What? Am I not allowed to be angry at other Gryffindors?" I spat back.

"I didn't know it was possible for The Golden Boy to get mad at Gryffindors. What they do?" Draco said curiously.

"They just wouldn't leave me alone. They don't understand," I answered.

"They don't understand what it's like to be famed and glorified, I'm sure it's painful," Draco said sarcastically.

"No not that! They don't understand how…Wait why am I telling this to you?" I said just realizing who I'm talking to.

"Because you need to get it off your back and I'm curious! So come on, spill it Potter," Draco pushed Harry. Should I really be telling this to him of all people? I mean I guess it couldn't hurt.

"They don't understand how I feel." I said a little uneasy with the situation.

"And how do you feel?"

"It-It's hard to explain," I stuttered.

"Come on tell me" Draco urged. 'It couldn't hurt to tell him' I thought.

"They don't understand that I-I am just so unhappy. I'm unhappy all the time! I don't want to do anything or talk to anyone or go anywhere. No one understands," I said all in a rush. Draco just stood there silent in surprise. "I knew I shouldn't have told you!" I whisper yelled and started to walk away.

"Potter wait," Draco called. "Don't be so sure that no one understands!"

Draco said then I kept walking.

Dracos POV

I open my eyes and squint as the light enters my eyes. Slowly I realize I'm not in the comfort of my bed, in fact I'm on the floor. My eyes fully adjust to the light, and I realize my room is a mess. Then suddenly the memories of last nights events come back. Still angry, I got up and rushed out of the Slytherin common room. 'I need to take a walk' I thought. 'Thank God everyone else is still getting ready, it makes it easier to leave.'

I walked out of the dungeons and walked about the corridors. I took deep breaths, so I could calm down some. 'If only it could be this quiet all the time' I thought. I kept walking as I daydreamed about a life with my father out of the picture. I didn't watch where I was going,

honestly I didn't think anyone else was in the hallways. That was until someone bumped into me. I realized it was Potter. Honestly I don't completely dislike him, but I am expected to. I looked at him, and I instantly noticed that he was fuming with anger.

"You look angry Potter!" I dully stated. It's completely true too. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pursed. His hands were clenched tightly.

"What? Am I not allowed to be angry at other Gryffindors?" He spat back at me. 'Ok so he's super pissed' I noted.

"I didn't know it was possible for The Golden Boy to get mad at Gryffindors. What did they do?" I asked, now that I'm getting a little curious. 'I mean, seriously, what has got him down in the dumps?' I asked myself.

"They just wouldn't leave me alone. They don't understand," He answered annoyed.

"They don't understand what it's like to be famed and glorified, I'm sure it's painful," I said sarcastically. Immediately regretting it when I saw the slightly hurt look on his face.

"No not that! They don't understand how…Wait why am I telling this to you?" He asked. I'm really curious now, and kind of concerned. Potters usual posture has went from straight to slouching.

"Because you need to get it off your back and I'm curious! So come on, spill it Potter," I pushed Harry. 'He's hesitating a lot. He's probably second guessing himself'.

"They don't understand how I feel." He said uneasily.

"And how do you feel?" I questioned.

"It-It's hard to explain," Harry stuttered.

"Come on tell me" Draco urged.

"They don't understand that I-I am just so unhappy. I'm unhappy all the time! I don't want to do anything or talk to anyone or go anywhere. No one understands," He said all in a rush. I just stood there silent in surprise. "I knew I shouldn't have told you!" He whisper yelled and started to walk away.

"Potter wait," I called. "Don't be so sure that no one understands!" I said. I stood there for a while, still taking in what he said. 'Am I worrying about Harry? Maybe he just needs someone there for him. Maybe I could be that person. No, he hates me!' I debated in my head. I stopped thinking about it, and left the thought for later.

Harry's POV

I stormed off into the girls lavatory where I knew nobody else would be. I rushed into a stall and locked it behind me. 'What the hell was that. What the hell does he mean by don't be so sure nobody understands. It's not like he understands. No, he is probably going to tell the whole school. I knew he couldn't be trusted' my mind raced as I sat in the stall. My heart rate sped up, and I started to breath faster. Panic rose up inside me. I started to rock back and forth. Shakily I grabbed a razor blade from inside of my potions textbook. I looked at its silver skin gleaming in the light. I rolled up my left sleeve, and put the blade to my wrist. I cut horizontal lines one after the other marking my skin. Blood in little red beads from the wounds. I watched the blood flow down my wrist. When I calmed down I cleaned all the blood up with some toilet paper.

I rolled down my sleeve and headed out into the hallway. Of course my first class of the day is potions. I started for the classroom when a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a nearby empty classroom. Once again it is Draco.

"Are you trying to get into Saint Mungos," He asked sharply.

"No! Why do you ask?" I ask not really sure why he asked the question.

"Because there is blood dripping down your hand!" Draco whispered in an annoyed fashion. He grabbed my right wrist quickly. I hissed at the pain. He held it up to my face, and I realized there was blood on my hand. Before I could pull my arm away he pushed up my sleeve, only to reveal neat straight bleeding cut. "What the hell is this?" He asked angrily.

"Why do you care?" I asked. I really don't get why he gives a fuck.

"Because you are the chosen one and right now it looks like the chosen one is trying to die before he saves the world." Draco screamed at me.

"Go away. You wouldn't get it." I whispered. I felt light headed and like I was going to throw up. The world started to become blurry. Then it all went dark.

Dracos POV

I walked to potions calmly, until I saw Harry. I scanned him up and down, until I realized there was blood streaming down his right hand. I rushed over to him and grabbed his wrist. I dragged him to an empty classroom.

"Are you trying to get sent to Saint Mungos?" I asked angrily. Why the hell is he bleeding?

"No! Why do you ask?" Harry questioned. 'Did he not feel his hand get wet?' I thought.

"Because there is blood dripping down your hand," I answered. I am seriously concerned now. I grab his wrist and pull up the sleeve. All I saw was blood and neat straight organized cuts layered over scars. 'What has he been doing to himself' I thought. "What the Hell is this?" I screamed.

"Why do you care?" Harry screamed at me. 'I don't care, wait then why am I helping him. Do I care. Maybe I do care.' I thought.

"Because you are the chosen one and right now it looks like the chosen one is trying to die before he says the world!" I screamed back.

"Go away you wouldn't get it." Harry whispered.

"The Hell I wouldn't get it! I fucking get it more than you-" My rant got cut off when Harry fainted.

Ten minutes later

I notice that Harry opened his eyes a little and started groaning. I have been crying a little, and my eyes are red now. God how could I not notice. I hear Harry groan and look at him.

"Hey," I said dully.

"Hmmm?" Harry groaned.

"You fainted I healed your wounds and used a blood replenishing spell on you!" I stated. Harry shot up with fear in his eyes. "Calm down. I just want to know why you did it." I said calmly.

"You wouldn't get it," Harry whispered looking down at his hands.

"Yeah I do" I said. I rolled up my sleeves, revealing millions of pale scars. "So why did you do it?" I asked again, this time tears welling up in my eyes.

"I deserve it. I'm not a good person. I'm a murderer, everyone I care about gets hurt." Harry stated, void of any emotion.

"Harry James Potter, I may not have shown you ever, but I care. I know I've been mean, but that's only a façade. I care about you, and I realized I care about you more than I should over these past ten minutes." I said maturely. As I said it all I pinned his arms against the wall and straddled his hips. I looked into his beautiful green eyes. I leaned forward, and I put my lips on his. I kissed him lightly, then he started to kiss back. Out kiss got more passionate. He licked my lips, asking for an entrance. I granted him permission, and our tongues fought for dominance. When I got out of breath I pulled away and looked into his eyes again. I knew I cared about him, but now I know how much I truly care about him. In fact I love him

To Be continued...