"Mr. Malfoy, if you don't stop pacing, I will tie you to this chair!" Professor Snape snapped at me. I stopped mid-step. I almost ignored him but decided to do as he says. He sounded really annoyed. We had been in the infirmary for about half an hour now. I hadn't stopped pacing since we got here. The nurse was checking on Harry. She had been ever since he got here. All his wounds were closed, but she kept fussing over him.

I sat on my seat and tried to see Harry through the small opening on the curtains around his bed. He didn't look as bad now that he was cleaned up and Madam Promfrey had taken off his bloody shirt, but the image of him laying here in his blood was still fresh in my mind. What had possessed Harry to do this? It couldn't have been because we broke up, could it? I told myself that our break up wasn't the reason that Harry had tried to commit suicide. However, there was a little voice in the back of my head that was telling me that it was. As much as I tried to ignore it, the voice just kept getting louder and louder.

Harry had never shown suicidal tendencies before, and I know that he's been through stuff that was so much worse than a simple breakup. But, nothing has happened to him recently that could have pushed him over the edge like that. Or at least, there was nothing I could think of. Nothing except the break up, that is. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Please be okay, Harry. Please.

"What's going on in here?" A soft voice asked from the door. I turned and found Headmaster Dumbledore standing there with my father behind him. Dumbledore went to talk to Madam Promfrey while my father walked towards me and Severus.

"I came here to give my son one last goodbye before I left. I never expected to find Harry Potter unconscious in the infirmary, though. Will someone please explain what happened?" My father asked in a calm voice. But though his voice was calm, I could see the concern in his eyes when he looked at me.

"I found Harry in a bathroom," I was surprised to hear how shaky my voice was. "He was lying on the ground covered in blood."

"Why? Surely he wasn't attacked,"

"He tried to kill himself," Severus answered. My father's eyes widened and he seemed at a loss for words. I have never seen my father so shocked before. Severus must have thought the same thing. "If I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't have believed it either."

"Does anyone know why he did it?" My father asked the question to me. I wanted to tell him that I didn't know, but the voice in my head was nagging at me. I shrugged.

"There was a ghost in the bathroom," Severus stared. I saw that Dumbledore and Madam Promfrey were near us and listening. He hadn't told anyone what had happened since we got there. The healer was too busy fussing over Harry. "She said that she heard someone come in, but remained in her stall. Then she heard a loud crash of sorts and went outside. She saw Mr. Potter standing in front of one of the mirrors that he had apparently punched. She went to go see what the matter with him was, but he told her to leave him alone. She got rather upset and flew off, causing a flood in the bathroom. After a while she came back to check on him and found him lying on the ground covered in blood. That was when Mr. Malfoy came in."

Everyone turned to me and I realized that they wanted me to say something. I thought back to what I could remember. "I was walking down the second floor when I heard a scream. At first I thought it was just the ghost being emotional because I heard she was rather sensitive about things and cried a lot. But right when I passed the door to the bathroom I realized she was shouting Harry's name. So I went in and found him lying there. There was a shard of glass near him that was also covered in blood so I could only assume that was what he used to harm himself."

"Why would he do something like this?" Madam Promfrey asked.

"I'm afraid that the only person who can answer that is Mr. Potter. All we can do now is wait until he wakes up."

Dumbledore and Severus walked out while Madam Promfrey went back to her office. I stayed where I was sitting. My father said goodbye before leaving. I stood up was about to move to the chair right next to Harry when I thought against it. I couldn't stand to see him lying there.

I don't know how much time had passed, but after a while, Seamus Finnigan came running in. He rushed over to Harry's side and started rambling before he finally realized that I was here. His voice was cold and he looked like he wanted to kill me when he turned to face me. "What the hell did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything!" The look on his face clearly said that he didn't trust me so I felt like I had to defend myself. "I was just passing by the bathroom. I walked in and saw him passed out on the floor. I didn't do anything!"

His response was cut off when the door opened again and a red bullet darted to his side. Wow, she was fast. One minute, the Irish boy was alone next to Harry's bed and the next second, there was an angry red-headed weasel next to him. She took one look at Harry and saw Finnigan glaring at me so she assumed it was all my fault.

"Harry never hurt himself before, even when Sirius died. The depression drove him crazy but he still never tried to hurt himself," the female Weasley said in a cold voice. "If anything horrible happens to him, it's all your fault. I don't care what you say."

Something about her words made my blood run cold. The nagging voice in the back of my head came back again. It's all your fault Harry's dead. If you had just told your dad sooner, it would never have ended up like this. Pansy was right all along. You should have fought for Harry. The voices kept getting louder and louder. I felt the urge to put my hands over my ears to block out the voices. Which, when I look back at it, didn't make much sense since the voices were inside my head.

"I see you have nothing to say to that," She continued coldly. She turned back to the other Gryffindor. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"They're not back from Herbology yet," He replied, keeping his eyes on the pale boy still asleep on the bed.

I couldn't help but look at him. I couldn't bring myself to look at him earlier. After his wounds were cleaned and patched up, I still couldn't see him because of the curtain around his bed. It was only now, when his friends move the curtain back, that I actually saw him. Harry was paler than usual. He was paler than I was now, which was saying something. His wild black hair was hanging limp on his face. His left arm was bandaged, as well as his knuckles on his right hand. There were red stains on his bandages. I was at a loss for words. I had never seen him like this. There were times when he looked pretty bad, but it was nothing compared to this.

I stared at the other two Gryffindors in the room who only looked back. None of us said anything. There really wasn't anything to say. I know they blamed me for this, and as soon as Granger and the other Weasley come in, I'll probably be dead.

"Goodnight, Draco," Harry smiled up at me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek before going into the Gryffindor common room.

"Goodnight, Harry," I replied. I waited until the door closed before I walked away. I didn't get very far when a pair of arms grabbed me and pulled me into a dark alcove. "What the hell?"

Once the hands let me go, I could make out four people in the darkness. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw who they were: Harry's friends. Just earlier this morning we had told them about our relationship. Harry said they had taken it well. But that wasn't what it looked like right now. I was cornered by some angry looking Gryffindors.

"Harry likes you," Ron was the first one who spoke. "I for one still think you're a good for nothing bastard, but since Harry likes you, there must be something good about you that I can't seem to see."

What the hell? Seamus continued where Ron left off. "We're giving you the benefit of the doubt with Harry. But remember this Malfoy, if you hurt him, we'll hurt you."

The two girls, Hermione and Ginny, didn't say anything. But I could tell by the way they were looking at me that they wouldn't hesitate to hurt me if I did anything to Harry. I looked around at the Gryffindors and had no choice to agree. I know how to pick my battles, and there was no way I was going to win this one. Though I hate that they were threatening me, I liked how Harry will have people who can look out for me.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of someone groaning. He all looked to the bed and saw that Harry was shifting around a little. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around in confusion. "What happened?"

"I was hoping you'd be able to answer that," I said softly. Seamus moved out of the way so that Harry could see who heard him. His eyes widened when he saw me standing there. He looked confused at first, but then something changed in his expression. He seemed to have remembered what happened that brought him here in the first place. He glanced down at his bandaged arms to confirm his thoughts he before he looked back at me again.

"Draco?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the pain and sadness in it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.