This chapter is more of an epilogue. I wanted to fit this in because its important but I wasn't sure how I could work it into the story.
I don't own any hp characters. Damnation!
That look. To Draco it was priceless.
He could almost see the cogs turning, and then the look came.
The "Oh my god Draco's cutting his wrists" look.
It came usually when a plastic impostor spotted a trickle of blood escaping his bracelet or noticed a bandage or an almost healed cut.
It didn't bother him that they knew, as long as they didn't tell parents or teachers, it was the fact that the conversation in the corner after the look, never came.
You know the conversation; "Draco I'm worried about you. Have you been cutting your wrists? Im here for you, I want to help you. I can keep a secret."
The conversation that can make all the difference between life and death.
They all knew. He had walked in on them talking about it once. Somebody had let slip that they spoke about it behind his back.
But nobody ever said a word to him.
That's how much they cared about him.
They were meant to be Draco's friends.
Great friends they are, aren't they?
Im still not sure about this story.
I don't know whether to leave it like this. Subject thoughts, or turn it into a story.
Help with this would be more than appreciated.
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