I'm trying to stop cutting. You didn't even know I started.
Hermione stared at the steel blade in her hand. She was trying so badly to stop using it. She had managed three days before she had broken and sliced the skin of her wrist again. She was so upset with herself. She thought she had more willpower. Her only salvation was that Harry, Ron and Ginny would never know.
Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway to his co-head's room and watched her turnover the blade. He knew that feeling. Trying to stop. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. But over time he'd managed it, he'd stopped completely. Learnt he didn't need it. Learnt that taking out his problems on himself wasn't lessening the pain or solving the problems. It was just giving him a new source of pain that actually left scars.
"Granger"
She jumped. She stared wide eyed at her bitterest enemy. She panicked and her brain couldn't seem to form a coherent thought.
"You don't need that. It really doesn't help. If you need some support I'm here" His voice soft. She said nothing just continued to stare. Draco sighed and rolled up his shirt sleeve. Hermione stared at the scars on his wrist that went all the way up his arms.
"There are more Granger. So many more. I know how you feel. I know it doesn't help. Please believe me"
She hurled herself at him, tears flowing down her face. In that moment she didn't care that he was Draco Malfoy her enemy. In that moment he was someone entirely different. Someone who understood. Someone that could help her.