Notes: Okay, I don't want any hate for this chapter. It's called fanfiction for a reason. This is probably the longest chapter so far and there is a good chance it will remain the longest for a good while. And I might not be able to update soon because I get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow. Other than that, ignore the errors and enjoy!
Warning: Suicidal themes, self harm, cursing, the like
Summary: He was so far under, all he could see was her
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Reminder: Please review!

Without the mask
Where will you hide?
I can't find yourself
Lost in your lie
I know the truth now
I know who you are
-Evanescence, Everybody's Fool

Only thing, it took me two weeks before I saw him by himself again. He must have realized that I was watching him (not my fault, honestly) and tried to cover himself up. It seemed like I was the still the only one who could see the truth, and I still didn't like that.

The first time I saw him alone since the last time a fortnight ago, I wasn't even looking for him. I was on my way back to the common room when he passed me. Of course I was surrounded by other Ravenclaws (even if they were all ignoring me) so he didn't notice me. I turned around to follow him (because I'm a creep, remember?); somebody bumped into me, but I realized where he was going. I took a determined deep breath and began following him. And of course, he was heading to the Astronomy Tower. I was getting a little tired of this. I still wanted to know why I was so drawn to him. And I didn't want to try talking to him only to be shut down and abandoned. I pushed through the crowd (pushed and crowd are being used lightly) and made my way to the tower. I opened the door and looked up the stairs. I took another deep breath and made my way up the stairs myself.

I slowly pushed open the door and stepped outside. The air was surprisingly cold and I shivered as I stepped forward. Draco was there, hands on the low wall, leaning farther over the edge than I felt comfortable with.

"Draco?"

He jumped and whirled around. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

I leaned against the wall behind me. "I could ask you the same thing."

He looked at me. When I met his gaze, he looked away quickly. The pained look in his eyes made me shiver again.

"Why are you up here again?"

He shrugged and leaned forward on the wall again, his arms crossed. His back was to me, an obvious clue he wanted me to leave. It was a good thing I wasn't discouraged that easily.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He turned to look back at me slowly, but his gaze was sharp. I almost regretted asking. Almost.

"Nothing," he said.

Yeah, like I'm stupid. "Tell the truth."

He turned away again.

Okay, you want to be this way, "Fine," I told him, pushing off the wall. "I won't lie to you. I really wish you would tell me what's going on with you, but I have to respect the fact that you don't have to." I headed to the door and was in the doorway when his voice said from behind me so quietly I almost didn't hear it,

"Wait."

I looked back. He was still facing away from me. He turned to look at me slowly once again. He moved his head to the side. For a second I thought he wasn't going to say anything, but then he stood up and met me gaze.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked.

"That's why I've been asking." What I wanted to say was oh my stars, please tell me I've been going insane thinking about this and the curiosity is killing me! But I had a feeling if I had said that, he would have thought I was crazy which would lead him to not tell me a thing.

There was a long pause. He wasn't looking at me again. Just as I began to think this was all some kind of game, I heard myself asking, "Are you going to tell me or not?" I didn't mean to sound so bitter and cold. I didn't even know that I could sound bitter and cold.

Draco looked up at me one last time. "No."

Why was I wasting my time? I was confused out of my mind. Why did he have to confuse me so much? I sighed.

"I'm going to show you."

I surprised myself with the anger that rose. I wasn't typically an angry person. I took a deep breath and held it for ten seconds. I took a few steps, closing the space between us. I looked up at him. And moving slowly, Draco raised his left arm and pulled back the sleeve. I gasped involuntarily. I had been right, as much as I hate to admit it.

Long, angry red cuts covered his arm. I leaned close and squinted in the poor light. Crisscrossing over each other, the cuts made shapes and pictures in my minds eye. I could see raised scars under the cuts. It was as if he had run out of room and it didn't matter where he did it anymore.

I could see Draco looking at me out of the corner of my eye. "There has to be a story behind these."

He let out a short laugh without humor. "Not a happy one."

I glanced up at him, memorized. "Did you just make a joke?"

He shrugged. I continued to stare at him. How could he make a joke, no matter how small, about something, that to me, seemed so big and important?

"Don't look at me like that," he snapped

I blinked and looked away. "Sorry." I said quickly. "I was just surprised."

"Surprised?" He repeated, sounding cold.

"About you making jokes." I glanced up at him through my lashes. He was looking down at me. "Are you going to tell me?" I asked. It would be my luck that he would show me his secret, and then leave without a word.

"My father does important things and it makes him stressed. I'm not saying I don't deserve it, I'm just saying maybe he shouldn't take it out on me. I know I should stay out of his way, but sometime's I can't help it. After all, I am his son and we do live in the same house."

I was surprised and slightly horrified by what he was saying. I had only figured out what he was doing, not why he was doing it. I suddenly found myself sitting next to him, my knees pulled up to my chest, squeezing my hands together as he continued talking. He would glance at me occasionally and then quickly look away. I stared at him as he kept talking and I stayed silent. I was afraid if I spoke, he would clam up and refuse to say another word.

I'm not sure how much time passed before Draco took a deep, uneven breath and stopped talking. I sat there for a long moment before I finally mumbled, "Wow."

Draco looked over at me.

"I think you should tell-"

"I'm not telling anybody anything." He snapped, eyes narrowing. "I don't even know why I told you." He stood up quickly; I followed him with my eyes as he headed towards the door. He turned back to me. "If you tell anyone, I'll deny it and no one will believe you. After all, you are Loony Lovegood." And with that, he left.