Hidden thoughts Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it, just this story plot.

Authors note: I apologize for taking so long with this chapter, but I kept hitting a lot of blanks, as you can probably tell with a lot of the boring parts. I hope you enjoy it though. 3

Draco was walking down the halls of the third floor of Hogwarts. It was the middle of the night so the halls were empty apart from Filch, Ms. Norris and the occasional ghost. Draco was silent as a ghost as he walked along, used to being out at night due to his acute insomnia he had gained from when he found Harry attempting to commit suicide in the bathroom a few weeks previously. He sighed softly and walked through a large beam of moonlight coming in through a high glass window and his platinum blonde hair flashed brightly and his eyes glowed eerily. If anyone had been around to see it, they would have thought that Draco was magical, not just a wizard but had something else in him that made him especially beautiful.

Draco's stormy grey eyes looked around the corridor slowly, taking in all the dark shadows and the barely visible artifacts that where in the halls. After dark was his favourite time to wander the halls of Hogwarts because of the mysteriousness and darkness to it. Suddenly he heard foot steps behind him and silently he made his way over to the closest door and entered it as quietly as he could, leaving the door open slightly so he could hear when who ever it was had passed.

"That better not be a student out after curfew…" Came a drawling voice. It was Snape. There was a soft moan in the room he was hiding in and he looked out the door to see if Snape had heard then rushed into the room to see who had made the noise. To his horror he saw Harry, leaning back against a wall, a silver dagger covered in his blood held tightly in his right hand. The blood was pouring too quickly from Harry's wrist and panic rose within Draco. He looked back at the door and bit his lip hard hoping that Snape wouldn't look in the bathroom and spy him with Harry, not with the way he was. Draco drew his wand and moved towards Harry trying to remember the healing spell he was taught.

It was then that Harry decided to look up, and he saw Malfoy and his eyes widened looking at his drawn wand. After a moment of them staring at each other Harry whispered a soft, "Do it… I don't care anymore." His normally bright eyes were becoming dull from blood loss and they were unfocused like he might not have truly been there in his mind, like he was on drugs or something, not that Malfoy would know anything about muggle drugs. Surprise and horror were visible in Draco's stormy grey eyes but Harry was too fucked up right then to notice it. Draco moved his wand towards Harry's wrists and murmured the only healing spell he knew. Harry's wrists slowly patched up so they were just a few scratches, bleeding slowly only a few drops at a time now falling from those pale wrists.

"Oh, I get it. You want to see me suffer before I die? Right Malfoy?" Harry laughed deliriously, it getting louder and louder. Draco cursed and placed his hand over Harry's mouth the keep him quiet but it was too late. It seemed Snape had heard him. "Shit." He whispered and looked around quickly trying to find some way of moving Harry before they were both noticed until he saw Harry's invisibility cloak next to him. Draco threw it over the both of them before Snape walked into the bathroom. Draco kept his hand plastered over Harry's mouth the keep him from making any noise as he watched Snape walk around the room.

"Did I just hear laughter? If I catch you I won't hesitate to get you expelled." There was a smirk on Snape's face, his greasy black hair curtaining his face only just barely hiding it. Snape walked around the room a few more times, his smirk slowly fading into a rather large frown. "Hmph. I will get you…I swear it." Snape turned around his cloak billowing out behind him as he left the bathroom. When Draco was sure he was gone he let go of Harry's mouth and looked at him as he threw off the invisibility cloak.

Harry stared up at Draco with his clouded emerald eyes, which had disbelief swirling in them. "Since when do you help me Malfoy?" There was bitterness in his slurred voice. Pain made itself visible in Draco's storm grey eyes as he stared at Harry. His voice and his face remained blank though, which was why Harry wasn't picking up on what Draco was doing or felt. "Since now." Draco slapped Harry's cheek hard, the sound echoing around the third floor boy's bathroom. Harry's hand jerked up to his cheek to rub it gently as the pain coursed through his body from the force of that one slap. "What the hell do you think your doing to yourself? You think ending it will make it all better? Sure you're the Boy Who Fucking Lived, but what about the people who are closest to you? Don't you care at all?" Draco glared at Harry and at some point he had shoved Harry roughly against the bathroom wall, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to hit his head against the cold hard bricks. Tears stung at Draco's eyes as he watched how pathetic his Harry looked in front of him.

"Since when do you care about anyone but yourself Malfoy? You come in here and act all helpful, even save me from the detention and what ever else Snape could have done and for what? Perhaps you're just waiting for the right moment to take me to Voldemort. Honestly I really don't care anymore. I'm sick of being the one everyone depends on to get them out of this war! Let him come and let him kill me. I wont resist him anymore." Tears were falling freely down Harry's cheeks after his loud outburst at Draco. "Go on, take me to him. I'm not afraid to die…" He whispered after a moment's silence.

Tears fell down Draco's pale cheeks forming glistening trails. "You of all people. I thought I could show you. Didn't you see?" Draco slumped into a pathetic looking heap against the cold stonewall of the bathroom, his head tilted forwards with his long blonde hair falling in his face, curtaining it so it couldn't be seen by Harry.

Harry turned his head and looked at the other boy, memories from the last time Draco had found him when he was trying to kill himself. He sighed softly and looked down at his wrists, which were scabbing now, wondering if maybe the Draco he was seeing was the real Draco Malfoy.

"I didn't understand why you stopped me the last time…" Harry started in a whisper. "I thought you only wanted me to suffer more, keep me alive to prolong the amount of suffering I went through before I was pushed in front of Voldemort, only to be killed by him. You win, then the world is taken over by Voldemort." Harry's eyes were closing slowly then opening again as if he was fighting sleep. He still didn't entirely trust Draco and didn't want to fall asleep, especially when he didn't know what Draco would do with him while he slept.

A bittersweet smile came to Draco's hidden face. His stormy grey eyes were dark as if he was holding back something dark. Like a memory. "I wanted everyone to think of me that way, so as I could fool Lucius into thinking I was the son he intended me to be so as he wouldn't torture me. I tried many times to show everyone…Show you I'm not like him. I didn't know who to go to, who to trust. So I guess I pushed everyone away from me more then I meant to." Draco sighed softly and tilted his head back so it was resting against the cool stone. His hair moved out of his face and the pale moonlight shone across his face, making his stormy grey eyes stand out suddenly. "I'm sorry for doing that now, but I was afraid he would kill me." Fear was visible in his eyes and could be heard in his voice.

Harry looked at Draco at hearing the fear and wondered if this was an act, not really trusting the boy, but if it was real, he was amazed at the honesty that Draco was showing him right now. He stared at him with sleepy curiosity. "Even if that's the case it doesn't excuse you from the things you did. Even as an act it still caused a great deal of pain for many people who wont easily forgive you. Right now I don't really trust you but I am willing to give you a chance. You blow it and I wont help you… No matter what will happen to you." Harry's dark emerald green stared at Draco as if looking for any signs the boy was lying.

Draco looked into Harry's eyes, surprise written on his face. He couldn't believe that Harry was so easily going to help him. "But why? Even you yourself said I have caused a great deal of grief all these years…" Draco asked in a whisper, still in shock at Harry's words. "Even I don't know why…" Harry said softly and slowly started to stand up. "Tomorrow I'll take you to Dumbledore." Harry finished speaking and slumped back against the wall, to tired to keep him standing for long. "He will know how to help you." Harry mumbled and blanked out, falling asleep.

Draco cursed under his breath and stood up. He conjured a stretcher and placed Harry on it then draped the invisibility cloak over him. He magiced the stretcher along, his hand on I so he knew where it was as he went along out of the bathroom and out into the corridors taking Harry to his private room. Once there he pulled the cloak off the stretcher and moved Harry onto his bed making sure he was all right before closing the hangings around the bed. "Sorry Harry, but I know you wouldn't have wanted to go to the hospital wing." Draco mumbled as he walked over to his couch by the fire and slumped into it tiredly. Draco soon fell into the warm darkness as sleep took him away into the world of dreams.