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Recap:

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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"Fuck that fucking fucker," (A/N sorry I just had to make him say that), Harry muttered as he briskly walked to his dorm. He kept trying to push away this pull to Draco and couldn't help feeling sad for his self-harm. "Why should I feel bad?" he asked himself as he entered his pleasantly empty dorm room, "He did it to himself." The-boy-who-lived needed to be alone, then he noticed his knife lying on the table. Sirius gave it to him before he died. A single tear rolled down Harry's cheek as he remembered his loving godfather and he picked up the knife. "Draco does it…" and with that he placed the knife against his skin. Why do I have to be so curious? When he pushed the knife into his skin and dragged it along, he felt such bliss that was never known to him. He forgot about Sirius, Draco, Hogwarts, his parents and Voldemort. All that existed was he, his knife, and his blood. Little did he know that Hermione and Ron were watching in horror as he mutilated his body.

"What are you doing Harry?" Ron asked bewildered.

Harry snapped out of his daze and looked at his rapidly bleeding arm, "I-I-Draco…"

"What did Draco do this time? Madame Pomfrey was right about you being suicidal. Let's go there now," Hermione said in her normal tone.

"No! Hermione, please don't. Draco cuts and I was just curious. I'm not that way I sear. And the cuts will heal. If you take me to Pomfrey, Dumbledore's going to freak!"

Hermione let out a deep breath, "I guess you're right. Just please promise me that you won't do it again."

"I won't" he replied, not promising anything.

Ron who had been silent piped up, "I think me and Herm will go to the library for awhile." Ron knew his best friend, he liked to be alone in times like these.

"But Ron, Harry…" she stopped mid-sentence as Ron slipped a hand over her butt, "needs to be alone. Bye Harry, I hope you get better!"

Harry waved them off and let the wave of exhaustion flow over him. He didn't even know why he was so tired, but he got himself ready for bed. But not without one final slash on his arm. Cutting isn't so bad. Maybe we aren't so different after all. Why did I ever put my hand on his waist? It felt so good...but there's no way he feels the way I do.

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Draco awoke in Pansy's room and he felt a wave of fear rush over him until he realized he was alone. His wrists were, once again, aching awfully and so was the rest of his body causing him to groan in pain as he sat up. I cut because of Potter last night, he realized, Malfoy, you're falling faster for him. Get a grip! After battling himself in his mind, he finally decided it would be best if he left to his own dormitory. Draco put on his clothes and headed out the door.

The hallways were eerily quiet and for a fleeting moment he thought Voldemort had started his war but then a wave of shock went over him. It was 11 o'clock and on a Monday! Draco ran to his room and grabbed his things and ran off to DADA class, but once he got there, he wished he had stayed in Pansy's room. The whole class was staring at him as he walked up to a man standing behind a door. The Gryffindor side sniggered and the Slytherins gave their best looks of sympathy, which were not very convincing.

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Strongford?" Draco asked as quietly as he could and stifled a gasp when his abusive father turned to look at him.

"I wondered where you were you foolish brat," he spat and slammed Draco against one of the walls in front of the class, "Out with the girls again, where you, you little whore?" He pushed the hook of his cane into Draco's neck, "No matter how many times I try you're always an embarrassment to the Malfoy line!" his voice raised till the very end of his taunting and ended with his hand colliding with Draco's cheek. Pansy laughed, Hermione gasped, Ron turned red, everyone laughed, but Harry stared at the floor, grabbing his wrist. "Go sit down, dumb ass." Lucius said as he pushed his son towards the empty seat by his neck, making everyone laugh even more.

After Crabbe and Goyle moved their things to go sit by Draco, class resumed and then ended with Slytherin up by 300 points, Gryffindor losing 450 points, and Draco making Slytherin lose 100. After class, Draco never even said a word to anyone before rushing out the door to his dormitory, but he couldn't even go there before being interrupted.

"So you're a death eater's bitch, huh?" said the sneering voice of Blaise Zambini.

"Fuck off, Blaise." Draco replied suddenly tired.

"So you don't deny it? What's so wrong about doing it with Pansy if you do it with your dad? Oh, I see. You must be gay."

"I am not gay, and never will be!"

"I know the way you look at Potter." Blaise said in his more-than-normal-know-it-all voice and Draco stared at him in disbelief. "Speechless? Ha, I should have known you liked the boy-who-just-won't-die the whole time, making you a lesbian. And in that case," He pushed himself and Draco on the wall on top of each other, "let's have some fun." Not again… he went to whip out his wand but was too quick for another person already was speaking their curse.

(A/N: I was going to end the chapter there but I decided not to. You can thank me later =) But I'm going back to Harry's POV from Dark Arts Classes so you will have to wait a little while longer ducks sharp objects being thrown by angry reviewers )

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"How do you think he's going to react to see his dad as the dark arts professor?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, but I don't think it'll be good. Where is he anyway? I didn't see him in potions." Harry asked.

"Maybe we got lucky and he died," Ron added.

Hermione gave him a stern look and guessed, "Or maybe he already knows about his father and decided to fake a sickness. I can see him doing that." Harry, however, said nothing more as the classroom filled up with more students till Lucius Malfoy himself stepped out from behind the door and wrote his name in green and silver sparks at the front of the room, making his S's look like snakes.

"I am Lucius Malfoy, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," he drawled the way all male Malfoys do.

"Aren't you a death eater?" Neville asked and Seameus (sp?) clamped a hand over Neville's mouth too late.

Malfoy's face grew red for a moment then resumed his natural color. "50 points will be taken away from Gryffindor for unnecessary questions." Neville slumped into his chair and the Slytherins whooped. "NOW," he yelled, "let's begin our classes, shall we?" The next 20 minutes followed with Slytherin being awarded points when someone coughed, and Gryffindor being docked 50 points when someone yawned. Harry began to get worried. You're worrying about Malfoy you stupid git! Stop stop stop! But he couldn't stop until he finally saw Draco walk in.

"Look what the dog dragged in," murmured Ron as Draco went up to the front of the class. Harry took a good look as Draco. He walks so elegantly; I could just run my fingers through his hair, and god, his full lips and big eyes…Ahh…Harry realized he was fantasizing about his worst enemy and a guy at that! He soon began to scold himself. Worry? Maybe, but fantasize? No way in hell. He began drawing a black and white dragon on a piece of parchment, but his head soon snapped up from a loud banging sound.

Harry watched as the poor defenseless son was pounded around and verbally abused by his own father, but when Lucius struck him against his face, he felt waves of anger, pity, sadness, happiness, and love wash through him at the same time. It was then that he also felt the horrible panging of the urge to inflict self-injury on his wrist and the prickling sensation in his scar. Instinctively, he grabbed his wrist and tried to squeeze the want of pain out of his body. To his horror he saw his vision blur and an all-too-familiar wetness on his eyes. He quickly looked down so no one would see. "What's happening to me," Harry shakily whispered to himself.

To his relief, the torturing ceased and Draco was forced to a seat quickly followed by his goons. The class began and ended much like a class of Potions with Professor Snape might have gone. But unlike how Snape wanted Harry out of his sight as soon as possible, Malfoy asked him to see him after class. Stripped of all self-confidence, Harry slowly trudged the lonely path up to their new Dark Arts teacher.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter," he drawled and pulled the award-winning Malfoy grin, "How has your relationships been going with your classmates?" Harry was momentarily in shock. This was not what he expected Malfoy, of all people, to talk to him about. "You know, Ron, Hermione, Draco," The way he said Draco made him shiver inwardly "Ah, yes, how have you and Draco been getting along?"

Harry swallowed, unsure of a safe response, "Same as always," he said, trying to sound casual but his voice squeaked.

"So he hasn't been nicer to you, trying to become friends?"

"No professor."

Malfoy looked a little peeved, "All right, I'm going to give you something. If you're too dumb to read, it's an invitation to one of our wonderful dinner parties. I expect you to come if you even want to think about passing this year. All the information is there. Now, go."

"Thank you, professor." Then he briskly walked out of the room. Was I just invited to Lucius Malfoy's party? He thought but stopped dead in his tracks to the scene of Blaise Zambini about to rape Malfoy, but to Harry; it just looked like Draco was going to be beat up. "No," he whispered, "STUPEFY!" (A/N: is that the right curse?) With that, Blaise fell to the floor, stiff as a board, while Draco stood there with his mouth agape.

"Did you just save me, Harry?" Why did he say my name again?

"What's going on over here?" Professor McGonagal (sp?) snapped. She gasped, "Harry, Draco, explain yourselves!"

"He was going to beat him up!" Harry said at the exact same time that Draco said, "He tried to rape me!" and they looked at each other, wondering who was right. By then, a crowd of students had gathered around the scene.

"This calls for Professor Dumbledore. Come. We're going to his office. Crabbe, Goyle, please escort Mr. Zambini here to Madame Pomfrey." She ordered as she conjured a stretcher and hurried two very confused Harry and Draco to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

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