HI FRIENDS! You're about to embark on a magical journey through what I love to call Secret Lives. Thanks again to my wonderful reviewers! * Muah * Just a reminder, if you review you'll get your name posted on the last chapter! So it's a good thing to take one precious moment of your life to review. OK, I've decided to make this chapter a little longer than the others so sorry it took a little while longer. This is quite long so I'll get to the good stuff. Disclaimer: I ain't thunk up nothin but the plot. J. K. Rowling's the feller who's smart. Not me HillBilly Joe Billy. Anyways, we left off as Harry was approaching Draco…

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"Malfoy," Harry sneered.

"Potter," Draco spat back as he was snapping out of his daze.

"I need to settle something outside, so if you'd be so kind," gesturing towards the door. Draco walked out of the room not even saying anything to Harry. Harry took this silence to look the blonde over. Not bad, he thought to himself. Like himself, Malfoy had grown a little over the summer. The boy who lived disgustingly found his eyes lingering over Draco's ass before moving on.

Draco turned suddenly and asked, "What is it, Potter."

"As you know, Voldemort is getting stronger and-"

"Don't you think we all know that from Dumbledore's little pep-talks…" as Draco was speaking, he walked to the side a little, cornering Harry.

Harry who didn't notice the action kept talking, "Malfoy this is serious! Act mature for once!"

"Of course this is serious," he sneered. Harry who abruptly noticed his position began to get a little nervous. Meanwhile, a thousand thoughts were racing through the blonde's head. Should I do it now and get it over with? A look at Harry's pleading eyes told him the answer was no. Fuck Draco what's happening to you? You would have killed him last year. But Draco thought This isn't last year anymore. "See you in potions Potter," he spat and stalked off.

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Harry crumpled on the floor as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Was Draco about to kill me, or am I actually losing it? But if he was, why didn't he? Harry couldn't help feeling a little attracted to him after he didn't kill him. "Great," he muttered to himself, "falling in love with the enemy." The boy who lived only meant to ask him to help him in the war. He knew straight away that this year was going to be different. He pulled himself up and made his way back to the Grand Hall.

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Draco you idiot! He scolded himself. Now Harry thinks your some kind of softy. Malfoys are NOT softies! Shutting himself in a bathroom stall, he got out his last possession of hope: his switchblade. The blonde cut the figure of a snake in his arm and laid his head back as he let the blood flow. Draco was all alone. No one cared for him. Not even himself…

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Harry walked into the lunch hall to the unwelcoming sight of Ron and Hermione snogging. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of toast. A clink of silverware brought the couple out of their "love session."

"Oi, sorry Harry. We err didn't see you come in," Ron stuttered.

"Whatever guys," was the simple response to that. He continued shakingly spreading butter on the toast.

"Harry, are you OK?" Hermione asked, sounding concerned.

"Yea I'm fi – SHIT!" He yelped as the knife slipped and grazed his wrist. His mishap earned the disapproving glare or the professors. As Harry stared down at the free-flowing blood on his wrist, he was frightened to find that it barely hurt and it made him happy. Harry shook those thoughts from his mind and ran off holding his wrist to Madame Pomfrey.

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As Harry was approached the hospital wing he began to hear the shouts of Blaise Zambini. He was only able to pick up bits of the yelling.

"Found…Bathroom…Switchblade…Cutting wrists…Malfoy…Suicide…"

Harry tried to enter as quietly as he could. During his entrance, he noticed a crumpled form in a hospital bed of which Blaise and the nurse were yelling.

"Will you just shut up!" a familiar voice yelled. Though it was weaker from the loss of blood.

"Excuse me," Harry pardoned timidly.

"Oh, another suicidal teen eh? They don't pay me enough to do this job. Take a bed by Mr. Malfoy over there." Madame Pomfrey answered.

The boy who lived felt a jolt at hearing that Draco, the proud git Draco, had tried suicide. He made his way over to the bed next to Draco, trying not to disturb him.

"So I'm not the only one, huh?" Draco croaked.

"Uh, actually-"

"Shush shush, you boys get some rest and stay away from knives will you?" Madame Pomfrey warned.

"Better do what she says," Malfoy added whispered, so quietly Harry had trouble hearing him, "She almost killed me when I tried to bruise Zambini." He ended with a laugh, and then Harry heard the deep breathing of sleep coming from the boy next to him. Harry felt the unnatural urge to hold the dragon and stroke him till all his fears simply passed away…

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So there is chapter four. Hope you liked! If the rating doesn't change soon I'll have to re-post it but all well. Tell me what you think and sorry the author's notes are so long! I greatly await your reviews and I won't post again unless you review. J