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Here is chapter two! I hope you like it!

Draco laid on his bed, wondering how painless it would be if he jumped off the Astronomy tower.

God, how stupid was he? Allowing himself to not only to show such weakness, but in front of a mudblood-loving teacher? Ugh...Yeah, he was dead.

Draco threw his hand to his face, practically slapping himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

"Draco, come on, we got to go. We'll be late for class."

"Go away Blaise." Draco mumbled. His hands covering his face still.

Draco heard foot steps leave and knew he was alone again. Draco sighed and rose from his bed, his head throbbing from the crying the night before.

He knew he couldn't just stop going to class. His...his father would find out. Draco gulped. This would be the fist time he would see Lupin again after the...well, incident. Draco groaned and fell back onto his bed. Oh yeah, he was dead.

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Draco walked out of the dormitory with his head high. If anyone would try and talk about what happened yesterday, they would soon regret it and hopefully go back to hating him by the evening. He just had t go through Defense Against The Dark Arts and he would be fine. That was all.

When the time came for him to go to the classroom, he came in earlier than the rest of the class, just to show them that Draco Malfoy was no coward. Yet he still continued his fidgeting with a stray string of his cast. It would come off soon, just after the Quidditch game in a week.

The class room erupted with students, loud conversations and excited talk about what was happening with their lives. Draco wanted to vomit. The class quieted down slightly when he was noticed, yet he paid no mind to them. He even had the chance to give a sneer to Longbottom that made him nervously bump into a desk. Draco smirked. Yes, as long as he survived this first time in class since yesterday, things would go back to normal.

Draco wanted nothing more than to avoid the looks of the Moronic Three, but he couldn't help but to look as they came in.

Weasley was looking down at his own feet as he walked, deliberately avoiding Draco's gaze. Granger was looking at Draco with something close to pity, almost as if she wanted to hug him. Draco resisted the urge to shudder. Potter's was worst. He look at Draco like he had never seen him before. It seemed like he had sympathy for Draco.

Draco jerked his head back to the front of class. God, when was Lupin coming? The sooner this class was over, the better.

As if he had read his mind, Lupin came in, a small smile on his face. With the seeming permission to ignore what had happen last time in classroom, the students all collectively got out the books and wands. Draco bit back a sigh of relief, the ball of anxiety slowly loosening some.

The class was thankful simple, no actual monsters or creatures to face, just Lupin going through something called a grindylow. Near the end, Lupin told them all to take notes on the board, while they did so, Lupin slyly walked to Draco, bending down slightly, he was able to whisper "See me after class." without anyone hearing.

Draco froze at the statement. His hand stayed still while holding his quill. Swallowing apprehensively, Draco kept his head down and continues taking notes. No, he wasn't going to stay, who did this man think he was, telling Draco Malfoy what to do? He had to reason to stay-

Unless he would tell his father. The thought made Draco want to puke. No. No he couldn't find out. He already know how worthless he was, he couldn't let him know just how weak he was too.

Draco continued writing long after he was done taking notes, to make up for the fact that he was not leaving at the same time as the rest of the class. No one noticed except for the Three.

They looked at Draco with confusion but one look at Lupin putting away his books and they must have assumed what was happening and quickly left. Was it still too late to jump off the tower?

Lupin finished putting the items away after what felt like an eternity before leaning against his desk, a few feet away from Draco.

"How are you doing Draco?" Lupin asked, kindness in his voice.

"Better than your wardrobe. You look worse than my old houself." Draco said confidently. Maybe if he acted like nothing happened and continued to act like how he always acted, Lupin would understand that there was nothing to talk about and would not tell anyone. Especially not his father.

Lupin sighed. It was obvious he thought Draco was going to do this. "Draco, I promise you, I am trying to help. I know you do not want it, but it is what you are going to get."

Draco opened his mouth for a crude comment but nothing came to his mind. Instead all he could say was "I don't want help. I don't need it." If it was any other time and he wasn't feeling emotionally drained, Draco might have scoffed, called him an idiot for even trying to talk to him and leave, but….he couldn't. "I'm not someone who can be saved." Draco whispered, looking down at his desk.

"No one is past saving Draco." Lupin said only to be snapped back into silence by Draco's sudden burst of anger.

"Right, no one is," Draco shot up from his desk, taking one step back to the door. Lupin made a sudden move like he wanted to take a step closer but he made himself stay where he was. It shouldn't have made Draco feel better, he didn't even know why it did, all he knew was that he didn't want to be near anyone.

"My father isn't past saving, death eater aren't past saving, you know, while we're at it, how about You-Know-Who isn't past saving!" Draco took another step back. His father taught him that a true man doesn't walk away from an argument, he doesn't show weakness, but clearly Draco was failing all the rules for being a true man, why not fail this one while he was already screwing things up?

Lupin said nothing, something that only infuriated Draco. If the man was going to bring this up, he could at least have the common courtesy of acting like he was in the wrong.

"It's been like this for as long as I can remember. Nothing can change that." Draco shook his head in a defeated manner, his expression miserable.

Lupin looked at Draco with the same expression, Draco had the feeling that Lupin really wanted to help him, but Draco knew it was pointless. It would never change. And it would never get better. Draco hung his head, his attempt of acting like he was the strong one in this conversation had failed quicker then he liked.

Lupin stayed where he was for a moment, looking thoughtful. Unexpectedly, he moved away from leaning on his desk to move to Draco. Draco didn't move, he didn't want to see Lupin's repulsed face.

Unexpectedly, Lupin came right in front of Draco, bending his knees slightly to look Draco in the eyes, he put a kind hand on Draco's drooped shoulder and said gently, "Draco, I know it seems hopeless now, maybe you feel like it will always be hopeless, but I can promise you, that if you want help, or just want someone to talk to…You know where to find me."

Draco stared at him for a moment. He could not detect any sense of this being a cruel joke, or how helping him could give him anything to gain. He swallowed painful, looking away from Lupin's eyes.

"Why?" Draco mumbled, waiting for something bad to happen.

"…Because when I was going through my own bad times when I was younger…I often think back and wonder if I didn't have someone to talk to, someone who I knew would never intentionally hurt me, if I didn't have a friend… I may not be here today."

The comment surprised Draco, but he didn't ask. His gaze returned to Lupin, and for the first time, in a very long time…Draco face a genuine smirk.

"I think…I would like that."

So this was all I had written but if anyone is interested in more chapters, I would be happy to continue! If I do, I must warn you that there may be no actual plot, probably just Draco slowly becoming less of a jerk. Thank you for reading! I wish you all a wonderful day!