I Am Cut
By: Morbid-Malfunctions

A/N: I am soooooo sorry I've been inactive for so long! I've had a horrible case of writer's block, but I'm back in business! Hope you like the new update. Please review, I greatly appreciate your opinions!

Chapter Nine: Dirty Little Secret

Hiding under his invisibility cloak, Harry made his way through the maze they called Hogwarts' dungeons to find the staircase that led upstairs. It took him at least twenty minutes to find it, but oh well, it's not like he needed the sleep anyway. He quietly crept up the stairs, not wanting to alert any passing-by professors of his presence. It wouldn't be beneficial for him if he got caught. He needed some relaxing time.

Smirking, Harry quickly and silently made his way down the corridors and up the staircases until he was standing in front of the door to the Prefect's Bath. Thankfully, he over-heard Hermione use the password, so he muttered it to the door and it opened for him.

'This is much needed.' He grinned to himself, turning on the water and soaps to fill the tub. He dropped his glamours and started to peel off his clothing. It was light a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Maintaining his glamours sucked a lot of energy from him, it was nice to 'let his hair down' so to speak. No-one would be coming in here anyway, he decided. Hermione and Draco would both be asleep by now, and he doubted anyone else knew the password. The benefits of being best friends with a prefect, he decided.

Once the bath was full, Harry climbed in. The minute he was in the hot water, he immediately felt better. The soaps must have some relaxers in them, or something. He hadn't felt this good in ages. Last time he felt like this, he had cut himself so deep he almost bled out, but it made him feel so good. Harry frowned. He wasn't worth feeling this good.

His brow furrowing, Harry reached out of the tub and fished his wand out of his robes on the floor. He then quickly transfigured a bar of soap into a knife. He needed to be punished. Uncle Vernon would punish him if he was here. A worthless freak like him didn't deserve to feel pleasure. He was only to find pleasure in pain.

As if by instinct, the blade of the knife was digging into his skin. On his arm, on his legs, on his stomach. He reoppened healing wounds and made knew ones. He bit his tongue to remain quiet. He forgot to cast silencing charms before he started doing this. Oh well, his teeth added more pain.

You deserve this, he reminded himself. You deserve this pain. You are worthless, you are a freak. You deserve no better.

Harry cried out as he cut himself a little too deep. The water in the tub was pink, the color darkening. So much blood. His vision started to become blurry. You deserve this, Harry, he told himself again. YOU DESERVE THIS!

He let out a choking sob which turned into a whimper as his vision went completely black.

Draco decided that hiding in an alcove and avoiding Harry wasn't going to make his crush go away. It wasn't going to make his suspicions go away either. He needed to talk to Harry, needed to confront him. He needed to tell him that he could confide in him if something was wrong, even though Draco was the most least likely person he could confide in. However, Harry had changed. He had changed a lot. Maybe he could see that Draco changed too, that he cared about him... Draco shook his head fervently, pushing the thoughts to the back of his head.

Stop thinking about Potter! His brain demanded his heart. His heart kept quiet, which was a good thing. He didn't want to think about how his heart felt towards Har-Potter.

He needed to get his mind off things. A nice long soak in the Prefect's Bath would do the trick.

When Draco stepped into the Prefect's bathroom, he knew something was wrong immediately. The entire room was filled with steam. Which could only mean someone was in here.

"Hey! Who's there? This bath is for Prefect's only!" He growled angrily. Who dared using this bath? Surely Granger was sleeping by now.

When he got no answer, that only made him angrier. "I said who's there?"

No response. Fuming, Draco cleared the steam from the room and stomped over to the tub to find out who was in it. The scene displayed in front of him would change his life forever.

The water in the tub was red, and in it was Harry Potter, unconcious and covered in cuts. One on his wrist was pumping blood into the water, making it darker. He was bleeding out.

"Shit!" He yelled, panic overriding his system. Harry can't die! He was supposed to bugger him senseless!

Without thinking, Draco pulled Harry from the tub and out on the tile floor. Shit, shit, shit. What spell? "What spell do I need?"

Stop freaking out and think straight Malfoy!

Think straight when the man you wanted to fuck was lying naked in front of you? Riiiiiiiight.

Stop this nonsense and heal him! Episkey!

"Episkey!" He yelled, wandless. "Shit." He drew his wand and tried the spell again, and the cut on his wrist mended itself back together. He then casted another spell which would replenish the blood he lost. Taking a deep breath, Draco prepared himself.

"Ennervate." Almost immediately, Harry regained conciousness.

"Wh-what... What happened?" He muttered, eyes fluttering open.

"Harry.." Draco breathed, relieved. His relief was short lived when he was promptly punched in the face.

Harry was dreaming. That must have been what was going on. He almost died, he was bleeding out in the tub, everything went black and now Draco Malfoy was staring down at him, smiling. He breathed his name.

Only one way to find out if this wasn't a dream... so he promptly punched Draco in the face.

"Ow! You mother-fucker! I just saved your life and this is the thanks I get?" Draco screamed, holding his nose, which had started bleeding. Harry frowned. He couldn't have punched him hard enough to break it. But he wasn't sure. All he was sure of was that this wasn't a dream.

Draco saved him. He saved him! He didn't want to be saved!

"You bastard!" Harry screamed back. "I didn't want to be saved! I wanted to die!"

He wanted to get out of this hell they called life. He clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms, causing the skin to break under them. The pain brought him back to reality. Draco saved him from bleeding out of his wrist. Which meant he saw all the cuts and all the scars. His glamours were down.

His eyes widened in horror when reality struck him in the face. He then started to panic.

"Shit you've seen!" He backed away from Draco, trying to cover himself. He couldn't cast his glamours without his wand.

"You've seen.. You weren't supposed to see, no-one was!" He then realized that his dirty little secret was out. Harry charged at Draco, his eyes wild. He gripped the front of his robes, shaking him.

"You can't tell anyone! Promise you won't tell anyone! They can't know! They're not supposed to find out what a freak I am!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

Draco pulled him close, hugging him to his body. He started stroking his hair. Harry suddenly felt very tired. "Don't.. tell.. please..." He sniffled into his chest.

"Don't worry, my little lion cub, your secret is safe with me."

"I'm not a lion cub..." Harry mumbled before falling asleep.

A/N: Oh dear! Harry's secret is out! Let's hope Draco keeps his word and doesn't tell! Hope you liked this chapter! Please review! Until next time, enjoy.