Sorry guys, this one's a bit short. I'll add another very soon. PLEASE review. PLEEAASE. I apologise for my last chapter. I wasn't my best and there were a lot of mistakes. I wrote it in a hurry, and I was attempting to detail cutting and a suicide attempt without triggering myself. (hard work ppl). I will add more chapters soon. Thanks for reading.

Harry

I lead Draco gently down the corridor, keeping a cautious watch on him, lest he might fall. Knowing first-handedly how dizzy he is right now, I'm carful to hold him tightly. I hear him sniff, and I note that Draco has not yet lost the blank, hopeless look that's taken refuge in his beautiful grey eyes. I swallow a lump in my throat, and despite how desperately glad I am that he's alive, I can't help but reprimand him. I'm still a little resentful that he put me through that. Although, I can't help but feel slightly hypocritical. Did I not do the same thing to Ron and Hermione only a year before?

"You know I'm not going to be letting me out of my sight any time soon." He nods mournfully.

"You're right not to." I wince. It would have been easier for him to argue. By not, he's assuring me that he still wants it to end. Suddenly, Draco stops and looks at me, a need for me to understand radiating from his entire body.

"You've given me so much to live for Harry, but it scares me." He says. His voice is still weak, and strained from his recent sobbing. "I'm…" I see tears well again and I'm ready to stop the world just to make him happy. "I'm broken Harry." I can tell that it's the first time he's admitted this out loud. "I want… need… you to fix me. But I don't… I don't know if you can. I don't know if anyone can. I still… I still just… want it gone." He looks at me as though he's begging forgiveness, afraid that he's offended me in some way.

"I know." I tell him, horrified to hear that my voice is choked. "I know, Draco. And I'm going to do my best to fix this. And as hard as it is for you, I need you to make an effort as well. Try for me. Please." I watch him nod.

"I will." He whispers. I lean forward and kiss him softly, ignoring the shocked gasp of a passing first year. I probably just gave the poor girl a heart attack, but all that matters in the world right now is in my arms.

Draco

When the kiss breaks, everything in the hallway darkens for a second, as though I'm still bleeding. I feel myself wobble. Harry grabs me tightly, his emerald eyes swimming in concern. I feel regret for what I did, but not enough for the urge to try again to go away. It all still hurts too much.

"Come on. You've got to lie down." I nod, too tired to speak. It registers with me that he's most likely never going to trust me again. I contemplate this, trying to decide whether or not I'm annoyed, or thankful. Most would assume that the prospect of being followed around by a babysitter would be rather irritating, but something about the fact that he's doing it out of care and concern changes the dynamics a bit. If I'd been discovered by an adult, and sent to Saint Mungos, they would have placed me on Suicide Watch, which would have been much more irking.

Just as I've reached the conclusion that I'd rather have Harry follow me around than some random healer, I notice we've stopped in front of a painting of a very fat lady.

"Password?" The woman asks, and it takes me a moment to realise that this must be the door to the Gryffindor common room.

"Niffler." Harry tells her, and the portrait swings forward without a sound. The Gryffindor common room is much more homey than the Slytherin one. Harry leads me carefully up the stairs, and through the door. He sits me down on what is clearly his bed, and looks at me seriously. I feel guilty as I notice that this is the second time he's missed classes for me.

"I want you to get some sleep, but there are a few things I need to tell you first." I nod, feeling like a child about to receive a lecture.

"It's going to be a very long time before I trust you again, after this little stunt you've pulled." He takes what appears to be a scratch of parchment out of his pocket.

"This is a map of the school." He opens it up to show me. There are names and footprints pacing all around the page. I look at him curiously. "See this?" He says, pointing at the two sets of footprints with our names. I nod. He hands me the map. "Watch my name." He gets up and walks to the other side of the room. I have to scold myself for the irrational sense of panic that overcomes me as he moves away. When I look down I'm surprised to see that his name has moved with him.

"It moved." I say stupidly, berating myself for sounding like an idiot. He comes back over. He still looks stern.

"Exactly." He tells. "With this, I will know where you are every minute of every day. If you're… hurt… like tonight," he continues with difficulty, "You're name will look faded." I nod.

"You sound like a stalker." I say, trying desperately to lighten the thickness of the atmosphere. Harry doesn't laugh.

"I don't care." He says. "I don't trust you not to do something stupid." I say nothing. I don't trust myself either. "Ron and Hermione are on their way up." He says, pointing at the map. "They'll have your bag." It takes a second before I comprehend that I'd left my stuff in class earlier.

"Okay." I say weakly, looking at my hands.

"When they get here, you're going to take your potions knife out of it, and hand it to me." He's not giving me an option. "I will give it back to you to use during lessons, and only then. You're giving it back to me at the end of each class." I hear him sigh. He's about to say something he doesn't want to.

"The blade that you… used… today." He says, sounding strained. "Where did you get it?"

Harry

Draco mumbles something intelligible.

"What?" I ask him, much too harshly. He's fragile. I of all people know this. I can't talk to him like that. When he looks up there are tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry." I say softly. "That was harsh." I get down on my knees so my eyes are at his level. "Where did you get the blade, Draco?" I ask gently. He wipes a hand across his eyes and I wince with guilt. I never want to be the one to make him cry.

"I transfigured it." He says quietly. "From a rubber." (AN: for those of you who don't understand British English, a rubber is an eraser, not a condom). I close my eyes, understanding how difficult it's going to be for me to keep him from cutting.

"I'll be checking your arms each day, Draco." I tell him. He nods, but seems frightful at the idea. I sigh once again, and hear footsteps from the hallway. There is a light knock, and Hermione enters, followed by Ron. He has Draco's bag. Draco moves to get up but I motion him back down. I get the bag from Ron and bring it over. He does as I ask, and gives me his potions knife. I turn to my friends.

"You two get back to class." I say. "I need to stay with Draco right now."

"You can go," he says, although his voice is trembling. He doesn't want me to leave. "It's okay." It's not. "I don't want you to get in trouble." I look at him.

"You need me right now." I tell him. "That's much more important than a detention. And even if you didn't need me, I wouldn't trust you." He blushes and looks at his hands.

"Okay, Harry." Says Hermione. "Come on Ron." Ron gives me a 'Good luck' sort of look and leaves with her.

"Just a few more things," I say. "I can't be watching the map during classes. In the ones we have together, if you go to loo, and you're gone for more than ten minutes I'm coming in after you. When we're not in class together, I'll be worrying. I'll be checking before period starts to be sure you're there, and after." I see it on his face that he's finally realising the seriousness of what he's gotten into.

"I like to look at the stars." He whispers. "On the astronomy tower. Can I still do that?" He's asking for my permission. I have less of a sense that he will try to defy me than a few seconds ago, but I refuse to let my guard down.

"If I'm up there with you." I answer. "I don't want you going up there alone." He nods, seemingly accepting my response.

"Tonight?" He seems hopeful, but a small red flag flashes in my mind. I shake my head, no.

"You're not going anywhere tonight, Draco. Too soon. Think of the stars as a privilege. You have to earn that trust." He nods. "Get some rest." I watch as he bites down on his lower lip, looking troubled.

"I… I have nightmares." He says, seeming vulnerable and embarrassed. My stern disposition softens. I grab his hand.

"I'm right here, Draco." He smiles and crawls under the covers. It's a strange feeling seeing him in my bed. "I've got a bit of homework to do, so I'll be working on that. I'm right here the second you need me."

"I always need you," he says sleepily. I smile and kiss him on the forehead and go over to my trunk, digging around for parchment. "Harry?" He asks. I look at him to prove I'm listening.

"Your roommates… they're going to want to know why I'm here. Are… are you going to tell them?"

"Only if you're okay with that." I say gently. "If you'd rather them not know, I'm more than willing to make something up." He thinks about it for a moment.

"You can tell them." He says. I smile and nod.

"Alright."

"And Harry?" He looks as though he's suddenly just thought of something.

"Yes, love?" I ask.

"I… I have detention with Snape tonight." He looks worried. I come over to him and stroke his hair.

"I know enough about Snape to be sure he won't leave you in there alone. So I'm not too worried about that. I have the map." He still looks troubled. "You don't want to be in there with him do you?" He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. "It'll be okay. I'll be right there for you afterwards." He closes his eyes, close to sleep.

"I know."

"Sleep well, Draco." He opens his eyes and looks at me intently.

"As long as you're here, I won't have nightmares." I smile and kiss him.

"Now get some sleep." He nods, and in a moment, Draco is fast asleep among my Gryffindor sheets. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.