Have no fear! Chapter five is here! Sorry, it's been three weeks exactly since I updated. Well I'm in a dark mood so I fear this will be a dark chapter. Thanks for the review I got last chapter! At least SOMEONE cares that I finish the story. In the next reviews tell me if you think I'm making it too angsty, not angsty enough (yes angsty is my word). All right, on with the chapter! Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly, except for the "special" basic plot. Ms. J. K. Rowling, otherwise known as the genius with all the brains, owns everything and everyone else.
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Recap:
"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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Harry finally fell into a fitful sleep dreaming of Draco being tortured by a dragon with the face of Lucius Malfoy, until Madame Pomfrey awakened him. "I believe you've had enough rest by now, Mr. Potter," she said sternly. He sat up slowly and realized it was noon at least. "You've had quite a lot of visitors. I swear all of Hogwarts emptied out to see you."
"Did anyone visit Malfoy?" Harry asked. Why do I even care? He asked himself. The blonde was still sleeping soundly in the next bed.
Madame Pomfrey seemed a little taken-aback from the sudden interest in Draco. "Why uh no," she stammered, "aside from Pansy Parkinson." Harry groaned inwardly. Pansy was, to him, the most annoying bitch ever to hang on Draco's arm. And there has been many. "You're cuts weren't bad at all, so you may go now, Mr. Potter."
The boy-who-lived muttered a quick thank you before hurrying out the door. He had a lot of thinking to do. Plus, he was dying to ask Hermione to look up reasons for suicide. "Why do you even care about suicide? Just because Malfoy tried doesn't mean I need to obsess over it," he told himself. Harry kept running straight into none other than Lucius Malfoy. "Uh, sorry Mr. Malfoy sir," he stuttered, heart racing.
"Watch yourself boy. Soon I'm going to dock Gryffindor 30 points for intrusions like that. By the way, I'd like you to meet your new Dark Arts teacher." Lucius said in his normal snobby tone, brushed past Harry, and made his way towards Dumbledore's office leaving Harry in shock. Malfoy is a teacher now? Now Harry had something to tell both his friends.
It was Saturday and being the beginning of the year, so there wasn't much homework to be done. Hogwarts students were walking outside and strolling in the halls, but Harry knew they'd be in the common room. He came upon the fat lady portrait sooner than expected. "Zambini's kiss," Harry said. Zambini's kiss was the password to get in. Ron's idea of course. Harry entered the common room to the sight of Hermione and Ron snogging on the couch. "Get a room!" Harry exclaimed, hiding a grin and the couple immediately shot up.
Panting, Ron said, "Uh, hi Harry! Hermione was just um, teaching me the laws of physics!"
"Yea, the physics with some tongue!" Harry replied playfully, "But guys, I found out a lot from being in the hospital."
Hermione slapped a hand over her face and apologized, "Oh, Harry! Sorry we weren't there when you woke up! We tried 5 times and the fifth time Madame Pomfrey was about to send us to St. Mungo's…"
"Hermione, that doesn't matter! Malfoy's dad is the new Dark Art's professor!"
Ron's face turned even paler at the name. "He hates Gryffindor! First we get stuck with Snape and now Lucius?"
"Calm down, Ron!" Hermione ordered, "Didn't you say you had another thing to tell us, Harry?"
"Uh, yes I did actually," Harry decided he didn't think he should tell his friends about Draco just yet, "Madame Pomfrey thinks I'm suicidal now." As he said this, the trio burst out laughing. The boy-who-lived only laughed a little. Draco's limp form haunted his mind like a nightmare from the past.
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Draco woke up with his wrists searing with pain. I can't believe I almost ended it, but it felt so right.
"Ok, Mr. Malfoy, let's see those wrists." She said as she unwound the bandages, "You know one person came to visit you. Pansy Parkinson. I always liked that girl, always has a smile on her face…" more like a smirk "and the other boy asked about you. Harry Potter, yes that's it."
Draco's heart skipped a beat. Harry asked about him? Being stuck to a hospital bed gave you time to think, and Draco realized that he, the Slytherin prince, liked Harry Potter. Madame Pomfrey had finished unwinding his bandages. When they saw his wrists they both immediately wished they hadn't done it. There was dried blood around the at least twenty new cuts made to end his life, and some old cuts were reopened. It was swollen and red all over.
"Gosh," Madame Pomfrey said, searching for words, "You sure did do a number on those didn't you." They stayed in that position for a few seconds: Draco wishing he wasn't alive, and Madame Pomfrey wondering how many others cut themselves. Then she set to work on healing them.
Why does she even bother healing them since I'm going to cut again anyway? A couple of minutes and bandages later, Draco was allowed to leave. He went out the door without a thank you and straight to the Slytherin common room. No sooner was he in the room, than Pansy Parkinson came up to him and said, "Aw Dracy. I was so worried." She cupped his balls, "I hope your not too tired tonight."
"Shove off, Pansy. I am tired!"
"Oh come on Dracy. Just one good, hard fuck…"
Draco pushed Pansy to the ground. "Pansy, I sure as hell don't wanna fuck you! And my name is Draco not Dracy so fucking learn how to say it right!"
"This is what I was afraid of. Blaise, get Draco to my room." Blaise had become one of the tallest and strongest students in Hogwarts. It was too bad he wasn't a good quidditch player. Draco had remained being elegantly strong but still not as strong as Blaise. Zambini took Draco's arms behind his back and shoved him into Pansy's quarters. "I'll take it from here."
"Pansy get away from me you whore!" Draco yelled, but his voice cracked revealing his fear.
"Shut up Malfoy. I asked you nicely, but you wouldn't listen, so now your gonna pay!" She got her wand out. "STUPEFY!" Doing a charm they had just learned, she allowed him to speak.
"Pansy, please don't do this." Draco begged. This reminded him too much of his nights with his father.
"Too late now!" She ripped off his clothes and drove her fingers inside of Draco making him scream in pain. His father would put a charm making him tight all over again. Just how he likes it. Pansy grabbed his dick and pulled it and bit it. Then she shoved it up her clit. "Oh god Draco!"
"Fuck Pansy get off of me!"
"No!" She continued torturing him till he was on the verge of tears, until she finally reached her climax. Pansy suddenly trying to be sweet said, "Draco, you didn't cum. Why didn't you cum?"
"Cuz I fucking hate you!" he yelled, making her slap him and kick his tender crotch.
"You'll regret that. CRUCIO!" and with that, she undid the stupefying curse, and went out the door.
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Harry awoke to the sound of Draco screaming in pain and his scar throbbing. He clutched his scar and shook Ron, "Ron, get up," he mumbled, "do you hear that screaming?"
"No, Hermione. You're just dreaming…" Ron mumbled back.
Harry shook his head and decided to get up and ready, since he was awake and all. Then he'd investigate the screaming that was still going on. He threw on a pair of baggy but tight blue jeans, an AFI T-shirt, and headed out the door. Maybe I should have left a note for Ron, he thought but quickly shook his head to clear that away. The screaming led him in front of the Slytherin Commonroom. I don't think I should get in, but whoever it is I have to help him. Harry battled the situation in his mind but officially decided to try a password until he got in.
A snake slithered onto the new painting and hissed, "Password?"
Harry threw out the first thing he thought they would do as a password, "Harry is a dork." And with that, the portrait swung aside. Might have guessed… Thankfully the commonroom was empty seeing as Harry forgot his invisibility cloak, but he continued to follow the screaming up to a fancy room with the name Draco carved into the door in snake-like letters. He tried to open the door, and it surprisingly opened, but when he looked inside he immediately wished he had stayed in bed. Draco was writhing, naked in the bed screaming in pain. Harry cautiously crept up to the bed.
"Who's there?!" Draco started to ask but stopped due to an outburst of pain. Harry stopped moving, but suddenly he could almost feel the intense pain Draco was in. He dropped all caution and ran to Draco's bed and began stroking him without thinking.
"Draco, Shh, it's Ok. You'll be fine." He cooed and Draco calmed down and lay still, sobbing,
"Potter? What are you doing here, and how did you do that?"
"I heard someone screaming, followed it, and it led to you. And how did I do what?"
"As soon as you touched me the pain just went away. Harry, you just did magic without a wand!"
They stumbled into an awkward silence after Draco said Harry's first name, "Did you just say my actual name?"
"Yes I did. Would you like a medal for that too?"
"Fine, if you were going to be like that, Draco, I guess I'll just leave," Harry immediately clamped a hand over his mouth after saying his name.
"No! Don't go!" Draco replied in a pleading tone, "I mean, I think we need to talk."
"I agree," Harry moved to sit down next to Draco who had pulled out some pants to cover himself.
"What in bloody hell is a Gryffindor doing in your room, Draco? Did you sink that low already?" said the all-to-familiar voice of Blaise Zambini. "Pansy not too violent for you to get the point?"
"What po.." Draco faltered but felt Harry's arm wrap around his waist giving him strength, "Just what point might that be, Zambini?"
"That you're a stupid rotten Malfoy, once a death-eater, always a death-eater. But I guess you haven't told your new little boyfriend your secret yet, have you?" and with that, he went out the door leaving the two boys to stare at each other, waiting for the other to talk.
"What might that be, Draco?" Harry asked.
"I can't tell you," Draco replied with less of his normal confidence, and Harry drew back his arm.
"Well, why not? You said you wanted to talk1"
"I did, I mean, I do, it's just, I'm not ready."
"When will you be?"
"I don't know. I just don't know…"
Harry sighed and noticed how thirsty he was, "You got a drink somewhere?"
"Yea," and with a flick of his wrist a drink appeared, but with that flick, Harry saw one of the two things Draco didn't want him to see. Instinctively, Harry grabbed Draco's wrist quickly making the drink fall to the floor with the shattering of the glass. "Nice job, Potter."
"What in the hell are these scars? And why are we back on the last name business?"
"The cuts are injuries, and I can call you whatever I fucking want to!"
"So I save your life and all I get is for you to scream at me?! God, Draco. I knew you were a bitch, but I didn't know you were also an ungrateful ass." And Harry stormed off through the door with the angriest expression he could muster although in the inside he was hurting beyond belief. As soon as the dragon couldn't hear the boy's footsteps he found a knife in the pocket of one of his discarded clothes and slowly dragged the edge across his skin.
"Fuck, Potter. He's just a pretty face. He doesn't know what it's like to be me," he said aloud, clueless of just how close Harry's and his lifestyles were…
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Hope you liked it! And it twas longer, no? Should it still be longer? And again I swear I won't post the next chapter unless you review!