I Am Cut
By: Morbid-Malfunctions
A/N:
All Tears Must Fall: You are my utmost faithful reviewer and I'm glad you've stuck by me through this story even in my extreme absence. Your reviews give me confidence in my writing and I'm so very glad to hear that you thought of my story so often. I never thought it would be so popular. As such, I wondered if you beta'd? I'm writing a new Snarry story and it desperately needs one. Again, thank you so much for your reviews. You always know how to make a girl smilee.
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Anyway, onto this lovely new chapter. I hope you all like it!
Chapter Ten: One Real Thing
When Harry awoke, he had no idea where he was. Looking around, he realized he was back in his dorm room on his bed. Memories of what happened last night washed over him and Harry felt his chest constricted with panic. Draco knew his secret.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the sheets to his chest. It couldn't have been real, it had to have been a dream. Having his eyes closed, Harry didn't notice when Draco sat down in a chair beside his bed. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a warm hand was placed on his elbow.
"Harry, how are you feeling?" Draco spoke quietly, concern lacing his voice.
Speak, and my heart starts aching.
Reach, and the numbness dims.
Beat, still my mind's uncertain.
Breathe, it begins again.
"Sore," Harry muttered quietly, not looking him in the eyes. "You didn't... You didn't tell anyone... Did you?" The question came out as a whisper, he was scared of what the answer was going to be.
"No, Harry I didn't tell anyone. You can trust me."
Harry turned his head to eye him suspiciously. "How am I supposed to trust you? You hate me."
Draco shook his head. "I don't hate you, Harry. I haven't hated you for awhile, now."
Harry remained quietly, going over this new revelation in his head. Draco Malfoy didn't hate him. How was this possible?
"Are you going to keep my secret?" He asked quietly after almost a half hour of silence.
"I won't tell anyone unless you want me to. So yes, I'm going to keep your secret." Draco leaned over to the night-stand in between Harry and his own bed and picked up a jar that held a light-blue cream substance.
"This is a healing cream. It has a slight numbing effect for the pain. Is it okay if I put it on your wounds? They didn't fully heal last night. Episkey isn't for deep cuts like that." Draco explained quietly. Harry nodded, extending his wrist to the blonde. Said blonde removed the cap from the jar and dipped his fingers in it before rubbing it across the cut.
Harry felt the icy coldness of the numbing effect almost immediately. "Thank you..." he said quietly, not sure what else to say.
"This isn't a dream, is it?" He asked, unsure. If this was a dream he wasn't sure what he was going to do when he woke up.
"No, Harry, this isn't a dream."
"Oh." Harry stared at his hands, avoiding looking at the now healing cut on his left wrist.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Draco asked and Harry finally looked up into his eyes.
"No."
"Oh, okay. Well, I'm here for you whenever you do want to talk about it okay?"
Harry nodded, going back to staring at his hands. "This still feels like a dream."
"You're wide awake."
"I know, but it's so unreal. I wanted to die so bad and I tried to kill myself. And then you saved me. It seems like this should have happened in a dream. I didn't know anyone cared."
"Lots of people care about you, Harry. I care about you. All the people that you pushed away care about you..." Draco trailed off, his eyes glazed as if he was looking beyond Harry. "Don't push me away. It may seem like a dream, but I'll always be here. I'll be your one real thing..."
Harry gave him an odd look, but the blonde aristocrat wasn't looking at him. He reached out and placed his hand on top of Draco's. He wasn't sure why he did that, but it seemed right.
"Okay. But you have to promise that you'll always be here. Too many people have said that and then left."
Surprised, Draco looked over at the emerald eyed wizard with a questioning gaze. Their eyes locked as he spoke.
"I promise, Harry."
"Okay, Draco. Friends?"
"Friends."
After their agreement to become friends, Draco returned to his own bed for some much needed sleep. However, as much as he needed it, he couldn't find it. Instead, he found himself staring at the ceiling, listening to the steady breath of Harry sleeping and thinking about said wizard.
'I can't believe Harry accepted my friendship.' A smile broke out on his face in the dark. 'Hopefully our friendship will become something more...'
A/N: End of chapter ten! I know it was a slower chapter, but the interesting things have to be spaced out. Please review and tell me what you think!
