WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD (self harm)

Sorry if you find any of this disturbing but you have been warned

Harry was completely taken aback. Marry Draco? All he'd done was kiss Draco, not declare his undying love for him. After one kiss, Draco wanted Harry to spend the rest of their lives together.

Harry's mind started to wander. Maybe it would be nice to wake up in Malfoy Manor everyday, with servants to wait on him and all he ever wanted at his fingertips. He shook himself out of it. He was still a teenager. He wasn't ready to settle down yet, especially not with...Draco Malfoy.

"No." Harry looked Draco dead in the eye. "No, I won't marry you."

Draco rose to his feet. "What? You mean that-"

"What I mean is, I don't want to marry you. And I don't want to pursue a relationship either, so don't bug me about that. It was a kiss Draco, not a promise ring."

Draco felt his cheeks burn red. He glanced over the books, decided to leave them where they were and fled. He found himself in the Room of Requirement. The Mirror of Erised was there, but he couldn't bring himself to look at it. He sat down beside it, sobbing. He'd humiliated himself so badly. Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut for once rather than saying whatever came to mind?

A clinking noise made him look up. The room had brought him an old trinket box which was now placed in front of him. Draco recognized it immediately. It was where he stored his blades. For the past few years, whenever things got too much for Draco, he'd make his way to the Room of Requirement, where he'd find the box and make himself feel better with the cool metal gliding along his warm skin.

The room had obviously brought Draco the box out of habit. But, he thought, surely it couldn't hurt to have a look inside?

He leaned forwards and lifted he lid, placing it down beside the box. Shiny metal blades filled the box, and he tipped them onto the floor. A small piece of paper fell to the floor aswell, but he placed it to one side before counting the small silver pieces of metal on the ground. One...two...three...four...five. They were all there.

Draco felt a surge of something, but he wasn't quite sure what. He lifted the piece of paper and turned it over. A picture of Harry Potter assaulted his eyes, and Draco dropped it as though it had burned him.

He didn't want to think about Harry right now. In fact, he didn't want to think about Harry ever again. Draco considered his options. He could always Obliviate himself, rid himself of his memories of the Chosen One, but self-Obliviation was known to have dire consequences. He could forget who he was, or worse, think he was a muggle. Draco shuddered, and tried to think of other options.

A glint of silver caught his eye, and without giving it a second thought, Draco picked up the blade and ran its sharp edge against his forearm. A stream of thick, red liquid poured out of his sliced skin and Draco tipped his head back in ecstasy. It had been fat too long since he'd done this and the white-haired boy leaned against the mirror in absolute bliss.

He held up the blade to look at it, one edge covered in blood. He caught his reflection in the shiny of the metal of the blade and he forced a smile. There. Now he looked how he felt.

After a few long minutes, Draco picked up the blades and put them back into the box. He wiped his bloody arm with the hem of his black robes, and closed the lid on the box with a sigh. Standing up, he placed the box on a nearby table, and being careful not to look in the Mirror or Erised, he left. As he stood outside the door, watching the dark oak disappear into the brick wall, he knew one thing for sure; he'd be back.

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Visiting the Room of Requirement became a regular thing for Draco. He feel into a routine of waking up, going to lessons without breakfast, having his evening meal then heading straight to the Room of Requirement before bedtime. He was careful to never remove his jumper in front of people though, a thing he'd had to learn in his second year.

Somewhere in his routine of lessons, food, cutting and the sleeping, the lines became blurry. He started going to the Room of Requirement between lessons, sometimes skipping them altogether just to go cut himself. He purposely tried to miss Potions, his lesson where he and Harry were partnered. Having to converse with him would tip Draco over the edge.

It was a Sunday when Draco decided to visit the Room of Requirement at lunchtime. He wasn't hungry, and was feeling particularly unhappy after seeing e female Weasley kid making eyes at Harry that morning.

When he arrived at the room, the door was already there. He frowned, and upon entering the room he heard a voice. He ducked behind a table, and peered curiously at the intruder.

It was Harry! He'd come to apologize to Draco. The white-haired boy felt his iced-over heart start to melt again, and he was about to make himself seem when Harry started to talk to himself.

"No, I can't." said Harry. "I couldn't. If not because it would hurt Ron then because other people would get hurt too."

Draco's brow furrowed in confusion. Why would Harry and Draco being together hurt the Weasel? And who else would get hurt?

Suddenly, Draco realised that Harry hadn't been talking to himself. Ginny Weasley stepped into view. Draco's heart started pounding faster. He was so angry. The ginger bitch said something too quiet for Draco to hear.

He was about to storm out in a rage when the female Weasel pressed her body against Harry and brought her stupid, ugly lips to his.

Draco's heart sank. It wasn't because she was kissing Harry.

It was because he was kissing her back.

Sorry about the really short chapter, wanted to get this part over with. I hope you liked it!