Author's Note: I'm so sorry for this very late update! In all honesty, I've just been really lazy. This will not happen again I promise xx

Disclaimer and Warnings: Same as before

I wanna know what it'd be like

To find perfection in my pride

To see nothing in the light

But turn it off in all my spite,

In all my spite, I'll turn it off,

Just turn it off

"Malfoy! Malfoy, wait!"

I could hear his voice getting closer to me which made me walk faster towards the dungeons. Why was Potter even wanting to come after me? I could still hear him calling for me.

Once I was inside the Slytherin common room, I rested my back against the door. Finally away from that git.

"Draco…Love," The same voice coming from behind the door.

What, he's still trying? Wait. He didn't call me 'Malfoy'… Wait a second, 'love'?

"Draco, wake up," Potter's voice turned shrill and feminine.

I jerked up to find Pansy standing above me.

"I come back early from dinner and you're asleep on the couch. Are you alright, dear?"

I only nodded. It was only a few hours ago that Potter had walked in on—found me in a fragile state. My subconscious kindly reminded me of that. All I wanted to do was forget it.

"Draco, you're not alright. I've known you since we were kids, I can tell when you're lying,"

"I don't want to talk about it," I told her, getting up from the couch.

I went to move past her so I could head to my dorm and drop the conversation. Before I could, I was stopped by a slight pressure and stinging pain in my forearm. It was hard to keep from wincing and when I looked down, I realized that Pansy latched onto my arm to stop me from leaving.

Her eyes widened and she quickly let go. "Draco please tell me you didn't," Her voice cracking slightly over my name.

Before I could give a proper answer, a group of fifth years, followed by Blaise and Theo, walked into the common room. It was finally safe for me to leave this conversation.

xXxXx

Thank Salazar, there were no classes today. I don't think I would have even bothered to leave the common room if there were any. My pride needed time to recover and luckily everyone's either studying or at down at Hogsmeade right now.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong or not?" I heard Pansy calling from behind me.

"I really don't want to talk about it and you already know so why are you asking?"

"I'm asking because I want to know the reason for it this time," Her voice softened and she rested a hand on my shoulder.

"The reason is the same as always. You, Blaise and Theo seem to be my only friends and everyone else is out to get me. Not to mention Scarhead decided to walk into the restrooms at the wrong time," I quickly regretted my last sentence.

"No one is out to get you," She sighed, "Wait, Potter walked in on you doing...you know,"

"Yes, Pans, he walked in on me cutting," She removed her hand from my shoulder from my last word. It was strange how one word made her so uncomfortable.

"Yes, that… Well what happened?"

"I ran out. Like any other coward would," I responded.

"Draco, you're not a coward. You're just in a rough spot."

I shifted slightly and took a deep breath. "Pansy, why do you hate that word?"

"What word?" She questioned, looking up slightly.

"Cutting"

I watched as she bit her bottom lip before speaking again. "I don't hate the word. I just don't like the idea of you hurting yourself, Draco. We've known each other since we were younger, you're practically my brother. The thought of you even hurting yourself scares me"

I wasn't expecting that sort-of response, in fact I don't even know what I was expecting. I couldn't find any kind of response, so I stayed quiet.

The silence had become quite awkward until Pansy spoke again.

"What are you going to do about Potter?"

I buried my face into my palms and groaned. "I'm not even sure. Knowing the git, he probably told all of his Gryffindor buddies. Probably thinks it would be a great story," I mumbled.

"He may be a git, but I'm sure that isn't true. He's a Gryffindor. Aren't they supposed to be loyal?" She laughed lightly and smirked.

"I don't see how you can joke about this,"

She put her hand back onto my shoulder and rubbed it slightly. "I'm sorry, love. But like I said, I'm sure it wouldn't happen,"

"If you say so,"

xXxXx

After Pansy and I finished our conversation, I felt the need to get out of the common room. I have no clue why, but I needed some fresh air. Yes, that will help. Fresh air and a nice walk.

I planned on walking outside, but I found myself wandering the corridors and I still can't seem to figure out why. I don't know what I'm even looking for. All I know is that I have the urge to find something.

Down at the end of the hall, I saw black mop of hair turn to another hallway.

Then it clicked.

I needed to know why Potter was chasing after me yesterday.

"Potter," I mumbled to myself and quickly sped-up my steps in his direction.