Lee-chan: So, Six finally decided to get off her lazy ass and finish the chapter!

Six: *pulls her hair back into a ponytail* Hey, don't yell at me! But yes, I did. And here it is. Heh heh, I got some wonderful reviews from last chapter's cliffhanger. I must say it was very fun reading them! You must notice, I'm experimenting with POVs, so bear with me. Okay, on to the normal Pre-chappie shit.

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Prophetess of Hearts: Heh heh, you'll see who John is *evil grin*

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Dedication: Gosh, I actually dedicated this chapter to someone! This chappie goes out to my girl Kara cause she's the best friend a girl could ask for! Plus, she made me a CD with Incubus and Dashboard Confessional on it, and she has nothing to do this summer (like me). Thanks girl! This chappie goes out to you! Hope you like!

Disclaimer: Same old shit applies. I down own anything but the plot and my OCs that pop up everywhere (I swear, I didn't mean to have this many!). I don't own the lyrics to Creed's "One Last Breath", I just like the lyrics.

Personal feelings on this chapter: Love the beginning, hate the ending. Sorry!

Eh heh, I'm bugging you by putting so much stuff aren't I? ^_^

Warnings: *cackles evilly* You just have to see for yourself!!!!

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"He says…he says he's sorry about Kaylie, and that he still lo-"

"Stop!" I yelled.

Oh, hell no. I was not going through that again. No matter what John says. I just couldn't take it. What he had done to me…I couldn't even begin to explain. After all he had done, that bastard was trying to come crawling back to me. Well, not this time.

"What do you mean stop?" Lucas asked, confusion in his voice.

"I don't want to hear it. I know what you're going to say, and I won't listen to it. Never in all my life…THAT BASTARD!" I practically screamed the last part.

I acknowledged the fact that I was getting weird looks from my colleagues, and that Kaz was looking at me in concern and pity. I ignored them. I also knew that I had unshed tears in my eyes. I tried to ignore them too, but to no avail. It was too much. I needed to get out of there.

"I-I'm sorry, I must retire. I feel a bit fatigued. If you'll please excuse me," I stuttered, rushing to make my escape.

I had barely finished my sentence before bolting out of the room. The tears were threatening to fall. I couldn't cry in front of them. The Golden Boy wasn't even supposed to cry. I have saved the world over and over, I've faced horrors many people could not imagine, and yet I was not allowed to cry. Oh, the irony of it all.

Remus' words had finally sunk in by that time. That woman. She had died for me. She fought a band of Death Eaters and lost. All for me. It was all my fault that she died. Just like the rest of them that had died. It hurt. It hurt so badly. The pain that filled me, it was excruciating. Everything that had happened to me over the past 15 years came rushing back, overloading my senses. I couldn't breath. I had to stop it.

Though I was dizzy, I could still see straight. Where could I go? The common room? No, too many people. The dungeons? Snape probably put up spells while he attended the meeting. The Great Hall? That was out, I had seen the house elves cleaning up and preparing for breakfast. Well, if I couldn't decide where to go, I'd let my feet carry me. And that's just what I did. I started walking, consumed in my own thoughts.

Before I knew it I was at a staircase. But which one? I looked up. A door? Careful not to make a sound, I slipped up the stairs and pushed open the door. Instantly I was hit by a cold gust of wind. I looked around. I was on the top of the castle! The battlements to be precise. I huddled up next to a wall, and took out my knife. Sure, it was a stupid risk, taking it to the meeting with me, but I did…just in case. I pulled up the sleeve of my knife and started.

Pain flowed through my body. I felt that sense of relief creeping in my veins. I looked at my blade, admiring the way it still gleamed in the ever-so-faint moonlight, despite the fact it was covered in my tainted, dirty blood. I looked at the moon, the way it seemed to pulsate with light. My vision moved to the horizon, so dark and wicked looking. And then…I finally saw the edge. The idea hit me like a ton of bricks. I stood up quickly and took a step forward.

That was it. That was my answer. The way to end all my pain. It was right in front of me the whole time. It was so simple! All I had to do was take a few steps, and hop off the edge. I calculated the distance from him and the edge.

6 feet.

A song popped into my head. I couldn't remember the name, or anything else but the chorus. But that was all I needed. I began softly.

"Hold me now. I'm 6 feet from the edge and I'm thinking, maybe 6 feet, ain't so far down," I sang quietly.

How ironic life can be. It amazed me. The words were true. So uncanny it was scary. There was only one little thing that stuck out in my head. He wasn't going to hold me. He never would. He would never love me. I knew that love was impossible. So, I would just end it all before I fucked up and did something stupid, like open my heart to him and get back a slap in the face. I would die before I let that happen. So I that's what I would do.

Another line of the song came to me as I stepped a bit closer to the edge. I sang with more strength this time.

"I cried out, Heaven save me! But I'm down to one last breath," I sang a bit louder, "Hold me now. I'm 6 feet from the edge and I'm thinking, maybe 6 feet, ain't so far down."

Oh, if only I believed in Heaven. Even if I had, I knew I would be going to Hell. I'd done too much to earn the respect and love of God. But I didn't believe in those things, and that is probably what damned me even more. It's a pity really. To finally figure out that you have nothing to believe in. I wondered for a split second what it would have been like if I had had a normal life. Well, we would never know now, would we?

By that time I was up on the ledge, my hands gripping the stone and my knuckles were white. I stopped for a moment. I looked down at my bloody wrists, watching the droplets fall helplessly to the stone. I looked ahead of me, and watched the leaves of the trees shake gently. I looked down, and saw only blackness. Perfect.

But wait. Was I really going to do this? Was this finally the end for me? Was I going to give up everything I owned, everything I believed, even the people I loved?

Yes, I was.

I released a hand. And for the first time in my life, I said a prayer. I said a prayer for everyone who had left me behind and didn't even realize it. For Ron and Hermione, for Albus Dumbledore, Sirius and Remus. For Draco, I prayed hard, hoping whatever higher power there was graced him with love and contentment. I even said one for John, who I would have usually damned to hell. But I just couldn't. No matter how much anger and resentment I felt, in my last moments, I couldn't do that. I said one for all the students and teachers in the school. I prayed for the people who were forced to do things they never wanted, and the people who let their emotions get in the way of their vision. I prayed for the souls of the lost, and for the souls who would find happiness.

"Harry…"

Funny, I thought I heard someone call me. It sounded a bit like Draco. The wind must have been playing tricks on me. Damn it, even in my last moments I was still loving him so much it hurt. I would have cursed the wind, but it was too innocent to be blamed for something like that. Goodbye world, I hope you live a happier life now that I will be gone. Please take care of yourself. As I felt the grip of my other hand loosen, a strange feeling came over me. One I hadn't felt in a long time.

Peace.

I let the other hand go.

~* //Draco//

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Harry was trying to commit suicide. He was going to jump off the castle and onto the ground. How could he? Oh, I never knew it was that bad.

As I watched his hand leave the ledge, I became aware that he was singing. What song, I didn't know. I heard the words, and my blood ran cold. I watched the love of my entire life drop one hand. I couldn't move. No, I ihad/i to.

He let the other hand go.

I tore towards him and grabbed his waist as he leaned forward. Pulling with all my might, we stumbled onto the stone, him on top of me. He struggled fiercely to get away, but I locked my hand around his wrist and held on tight. After a few minutes, he fell limp, breathing heavily. I saw the raven-haired boy look down and gasp.

~* //Harry//

What the hell? One second I was falling forward and the next I was backwards on top of somebody! I felt the hands grab onto my waist and pull me back. DAMN IT! Someone was going to pay for this.

I struggled endlessly. I wanted to shout at them to let me go, but my voice just wasn't working. The only thing I could really do was whimper and whine. Ugh, I hated it when I acted like a baby. After a couple minutes, I gave up. What was the use of struggling? The person's grip just got tighter when I did. If they let their guard down, maybe I could sneak away from them.

But before I did that, I needed to know who it was. I couldn't not know. So, I turned my head to look at the figure below me. I couldn't help but gasp. It was Draco.

No! Shit! NO! He wasn't supposed to be here!

"D-D-Draco? W-What might you be doing up here at this hour?" I tried to sound cool and collective, but couldn't stop the stuttering.

He stared at me with an expression of disbelief. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Why? I'll be damned if I know. He finally moved, pushing himself up while I was in his lap. If this had been any other situation, I would have been grinning stupidly.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?!" he screeched at me.

I was at a loss for words. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I looked at my lap. It's a sort of defensive gesture for me. When I do that you can't see my eyes. My eyes, those are the things that betray me. They let everyone know how I feel.

"Harry," Draco said gently, calmly, "Harry, look at me."

No, I wouldn't look at him. I would not submit myself to those gorgeous eyes. I knew that if I did, something terrible would happen. Or, so I thought.

"Harry," he said more forcefully this time, "Look at me now."

His fingers found my chin and forced my head up to his level. I quickly closed my eyes. I would not let him see my eyes. I wouldn't!

"Harry, please. I'm begging you. Look at me!" he pleaded.

I'd always known he was one of my weaknesses. Just the thought of him could make my knees turn to water. At that moment, I could not even begin to explain how much my heart broke when I heard his tone. It was so desperate. I gave in. I looked at him.

His eyes were so beautiful. They reminded me so much of the winter sky. So gray and cool, but in a good way. Now these eyes were filled with concern, confusion and pain. I had caused him pain. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

"Why?" he asked softly.

Why…why…that was the eternal question. I felt anger well up inside of me. Not for him, but for the world.

"Why? WHY?! Draco, do you have any idea what this hell I call my pathetic life is like?" I yelled, scrambling to stand up.

I didn't want to yell. Yelling made me more upset. But I couldn't help it. The memories were suffocating. I was so sick and tired of it all.

"No, I don't. But you do," was the soft reply, "And I want to know."

I stared at him. His face was so genuine. Could I trust him with my secrets? I didn't know. But something inside of me was saying yes. So, I took the risk. I spoke.

"You may regret it later," I said.

"There are very many things in my life that I have reason to regret. You, on the other hand, are not one of them," he replied.

Again I stared. What exactly was he implying? I shook my head. I'd just have to figure that out later.

"Despite what you might think, my home life is not all that glamorous," I began bitterly, "I might be a hero here, but with those muggles, I'm a nobody. In fact, I'm less than a nobody. My aunt Petunia, my mother's sister, has been disgusted by our kind ever since my mother got her letter. Well, to say disgusted would be an understatement. Her husband Vernon, and I refused to call him uncle, is worse than her. He hates anything that has to do with our kind, that includes owls. So you can imagine how much he hates Hedwig. They have a son, Dudley. He was brought up to hate me. He thinks that I'll somehow get more attention and presents from him, which is entirely impossible. But he doesn't care. For ten years, those people were the only family I'd ever had.

"They treated me awfully. I didn't know it then, but my magic would act up when I was scared or hurt, which back then was a lot. They would send me to my cupboard with no meals for a certain amount of days if they thought I went out of line. Yes, I said cupboard," I said, seeing the look on Draco's face, "It was under the stairs next to the kitchen and that was where I slept each night. When my letters to Hogwarts started to arrive, they moved me to Dudley's second bedroom, which is just as much a prison cell as the cupboard only bigger. I didn't have any friends at the muggle schools I went to. Dudley made sure of that. When I started at Hogwarts, I felt like a caged bird being freed. It was the first time I could be around people who would judge me without the shadow of my cousin hanging over them. I didn't know much about this world, and even though I was scared, I was ready."

I was careful not to mention anything about our past meeting on the train. Many nights I would look back on it and not understand why I didn't take his hand. Sure there were reasons, but did we have to be enemies?

"The first 4 years were, well, I don't know how to describe them. They had their ups and downs. I was happy. I didn't let all the bad things that happen to me get in the way of being me. But after our 4th year, something changed. I couldn't be happy anymore. Cedric's death loomed over my head all the time. And it didn't help that Vernon was getting angrier. He started to get physically violent," I shivered at the thought, "It was horrible. It was like the Criticius Curse, except that a few days later I could still see the scars. It reminded me how pitiful I was. How weak, that I could survive the evil Voldemort, but couldn't even stand up to my own uncle. He got even more upset after he found out about John."

~* //Draco//

There was that name again. Who was this guy? And what did he have to do with my Harry? I was itching to find out.

"You've mentioned his name before. Who is he?" I asked.

His eyes grew slightly warmer, then colder before shutting off any other emotion except for pain. His eyes could tell me almost anything. I stared at him as he struggled to find the words.

"John Owens. He moved in when I came back to the Dursleys. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect smile. For almost a week I saw him, but never spoke to him. He was always looking at me, searching my face for something. One day, I was outside staring up at the sky. It was one of the rare days where all of the Dursleys weren't home, even Dudley. And suddenly, his face was above mine. That's when it started. We got to talking. He told me he was a wizard too, training at Beauxbaton. He was about to start his 7th year. We told each other our life stories, though he already knew parts of the story. After about a week and a half, he asked me out. I couldn't answer. Sure, I liked him But, well, there was someone else. Someone I still love now in fact. But I was giving up hope on them, so I said yes to John eventually. I think he knew that I wasn't totally his, but he didn't care. The next month…wasn't mind-blowing. We saw each other frequently. But I was depressed. I hid it from him, but my relationship wasn't helping my depression like I thought it would. And then, he did the worst thing a person could do to me."

I blinked. He was in love with someone? My heart sank. I pushed aside the feeling. Right now he needed a friend, and that's what I would be.

"What did he do?" I asked carefully.

"He fell in love with someone else. With a girl. But that's not what hurt most. I came over to his house one day to find them making out on his couch. He had cheated on me. The girl, Kaylie, had no idea what was going on. I remember the day well," his eyes clouded over, as if the memories were replaying in front of his eyes, "It was about a month later. I entered the living room, just like I had always done. There they were, on his couch, kissing like there was no tomorrow. I swear, my jaw must have hit the floor. He had always told me how much he loved me. What had changed? He looked up, and I saw no regret in his eyes. It pierced right through me. He stood up and just started telling me off. He said I was just too immature for him and that I needed to grow up. He said it was my fault, that I screwed up the relationship. And I…I just stood there and took it. I took all his verbal abuse, and didn't say one thing back. When he was done, I ran out of the house. I stayed in my room for a week. I didn't eat, not that the Dursleys noticed. Vernon was beating me more and more, disgusted by the fact that he was housing a bisexual wizard. A boy who liked boys. It was the ultimate insult to him. I stole a knife from the kitchen one night. That's when it really started."

~* //Harry//

I don't know why I did what I did next. Just something in the back of my head screamed show him. So I did. I pulled up my sleeves, exposing my entire arm. Scars lined my pale flesh and the blood from before was starting to dry out. If you're wondering if I had an epiphany at that moment, you're wrong. My face was emotionless as I stared at the scars of my past, my present, and even possibly, my future. I looked up to see Draco's eyes widen considerably. He touched them lightly with his fingertips, covering the tips with blood, and I shivered.

"Bloody hell Harry," he breathed, "Don't you know how dangerous this is?!"

I look at my heads in sorrow. I made him mad at me. Damn it, why did this always have to happen? I always make everyone mad.

"What if you had hit an artery? Or lost too much blood?" he said wildly.

"You don't understand. No one does. No one understands that by doing this, I don't feel the pain inside. The pain here," I put my hand over my heart, "Don't you see?"

He stayed silent. I suppose I was grateful. You know that epiphany that was supposed to happen when you do something like this? Well, it started to hit me. Hard. I started crying, finally realizing what I had done to my arm.

"I just want the pain to go away. Do you know what it's like to have the shadow of death hanging over your head wherever you go?" I was pleading now. Maybe I wanted someone to know.

"Yes I do," he said quietly, and I had to strain to hear, "But you can't let it get to you. You have to trudge along and make the best of it."

I couldn't speak. He was right. Deep down inside I knew he was. Damn it…

I felt his arms go around me in a loose hug. I leaned into him, his chest supporting my weight. I felt his warmth radiate from him and creep into my body. It felt so good. I sighed a bit mournfully. I knew that eventually he would let go and leave me in my world of cold and darkness once again. He hugged me tighter.

"You said you were in love with someone," he whispered in my ear, "Who is it? Can you tell me?"

His hot breath tickled my ear and I shivered again. Could I tell him? Could I reveal my deepest secret to him? What if he rejected me? Well, I was already telling him more about myself than anyone else knew. One more secret wouldn't hurt, would it? I was given this opportunity for a reason, and I sure as hell wasn't about to waste it.

"It started in my 4th year. The first time I saw him laugh. I thought he was so gorgeous…" I said quietly.

He touched my arm gently and asked, "Tell me?"

"The person I love is…" my voice was barely above a whisper, "The person I love is you."

There, I said it. What happened now? That was up to him. I watched him as he took in a deep breath, shock in his eyes. I lowered my head and waited for the rejection to come. But the funny thing was, it didn't. I looked up, curious. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine.

Holy shit. Draco was kissing me. DRACO was kissing ME. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I did neither, I just eased into his warm, gentle kiss. To me, it lasted forever. I never wanted it to end. Eventually we broke for air and I sat there stunned.

~* //Draco//

Oh. My. God.

HE LOVES ME!!!!!

My mind barely registered that fact before my body took action. My lips brushed his, and he responded eagerly. My heart did cartwheels inside my chest. I couldn't believe it, my biggest fantasy had come true. Granted, the scenario wasn't exactly like I pictured it, but screw it! I was kissing Harry, and that was all that mattered.

Soon enough I realized that my lungs were on fire and I slowly and reluctantly broke our kiss. I panted for breath, and he just sat there. Apparently I had shocked him. Excellent. I rested my forehead against his, and he looked at me with shinning eyes.

"Is…is this real?" he whispered hoarsely.

I had no other answer, so I said with complete honesty, "Yes."

"I love you," again it was barely audible from his lips. I smiled.

"I love you too," I said.

He smiled. A genuine, full-blown smile. One I hadn't seen in so long. He leaned against me, and I hugged him tightly, afraid to let go. We sat like that for a while, and I watched the moon. When I finally looked down, I saw his eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and even. He was asleep. To tell the truth, I wasn't surprised. Tonight had been an exhausting night for both of us. I yawned, thinking it would be a good idea to go back to the dorm and sleep. But what about Harry? I couldn't bring him back to the commonroom, there could have been people still there. I was too exhausted to bring him to the hospital wing, I would have to force him to go tomorrow. So, I gathered him gently in my arms and started to walk.

The trip back to my dorm was excruciating. My legs were screaming in pain from the loss of circulation when Harry sat in my lap. I called out the password to the painting of Melindora Blackhand, one of the most famous potion masters in the 19th century. No one was in the commonroom anymore. Despite people's suspicions, we don't stay up all night. In fact, we go to bed earliest out of all houses. I dragged myself up the stairs and for the first time that year, thanked my father for getting me my own room. Placing him softly next to me, I slid under the sheets and drifted slowly off to sleep, happier than I had ever been.

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Six: *breaths sigh of relief* There, it's done.

Lee-chan: *whistles* Damn girl…

Harry: *reads chapter and faints, collapsing on the floor*

Draco: *rushes over to Harry's limp form* Harry! It's all your fault! *points finger accusingly*

Six: *growls* You better quit pointing before I break more than just that finger

Draco: *squeaks, brings back finger and shuts up*

Lee-chan: *laughs*

Six: Melindora Blackhand is a fusion of two characters names from the series The Last Rune. Good series by the way.

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