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DISCALIMER: I don't claim to own any of the characters or anything in the story. It all belongs to J K Rowling and I'm just borrowing them for my story!

Warning: This story contains adult themes that some people may find disturbing such as male/male relationships and also depression and cutting. Please do not flame if these themes offend you in anyway. Just don't read the story!

Thank you

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Chapter 3: Sometimes we all just need a friend

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"Potter, I think we need to talk about this"

Harry hastily pulled down the sleeve of his robes and curled up in a tight ball in the corner of the seat.

"Leave it Malfoy," he mumbled.

"I can't Potter." Draco reached out and gently laid his hand on Harry's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

Harry started to let the tears fall. He didn't want it to be like this. It couldn't be like this. No-one was meant to find out. It wasn't anything serious anyway. It wasn't like he really was trying to kill himself. At least that's what he kept telling himself. And now his whole world collapsed around him. Malfoy, the person Harry least wanted to find out about his current state, knew about it. Harry felt Draco's arm on his shoulder but he shrugged it off. He didn't need to be comforted; he needed to be left alone.

"Please, just leave it. Please?" Harry's pleas could only just be heard s his head was currently buried in his robes.

Draco looked at Harry's frail frame cowering in the corner of the cabin and he was suddenly overcome with a want to help the poor boy. It didn't matter to him that up until last year the boy had been his sworn enemy. It didn't matter that the boy was the same boy who had sent his father to prison two years ago. It didn't matter that the boy was the Boy who Lived. He just wanted to help him.

Words failed him and for a few minutes he just sat staring at the bundle of clothes. He didn't quite know what to say. It was obvious Harry didn't want help but he knew that Harry needed help. His voice had sounded so weak as he had asked him to "leave it". Draco hated to admit it but it pained him to hear the boy who had always sounded so defiant, so strong, sound so weak and helpless.

Draco slid off the seat and made it so that he was kneeling on the floor in front of the bundle that was Harry Potter.

"Look, I know I'm probably the last person that you want to know about this and I'm sorry, but the fact is that I do know and I want to help you. I know that we've never really been the best of friends. My father was probably to blame for that, although I suppose I should take some of the blame as well. But the fact of the matter is that I want to help you and Malfoys always get what they want." Draco let out a slight chuckle but on seeing no response from Harry he carried on.

"I don't know why you did what you did but there must be something really wrong that you're not telling anyone, and it's not good you know, to keep it all bottled up inside. Talking really does help. And even if not talking then sometimes writing how you feel down?" Draco paused. This wasn't going how he had planned it in his head.

"Listen I really don't know what to do in this situation. It's new to me but I'm not going to let you go through whatever you're going through alone. I want to be your friend and I want to help you through this. I can't let it drop. I'm sorry but I can't."

Draco sat up on his knees so that he was leaning over Harry. He slowly reached up and pulled the robes from around Harry's head to reveal Harry's tear stained face.

"Please. Let me be your friend and let me at least try to help you?"

Draco sat back on his heels and waited for some sort of response from Harry.

Harry listened as Draco spoke. The tears continued to roll down his cheeks and he couldn't make them stop. It was all his fault and now he had gotten Draco involved. He was surprised when Draco had offered his help but Harry knew that he couldn't accept it. He couldn't drag another person into his life. It only meant suffering for that person. It was a fact that people weren't safe when they were near Harry and Harry would never forget that.

As he sat curled up listening to Draco he was reminded of all the people he had let down over the years. The Weasleys. Hermione. Dumbledore. Cedric. Sirius.

As he thought of Sirius a fresh set of tears welled up in his eyes and he let them run freely. In Harry's mind he truly believed that he deserved to be feeling the way he was. It was his fault that Sirius had died and it was his fault that he had led his friends into such danger that night. He didn't deserve to feel happy. He deserved to feel down and depressed and he deserved it every time he cut himself. He deserved to let the blood run out of him and he deserved to have the marks which cluttered his arms.

He knew what he didn't deserve. He didn't deserve to have Draco kneeling beside him telling him that he wanted to help him. No. Harry didn't need help because he was getting just what he deserved and in a way he thought that although it would never be enough it was a part of making up for the events of his 5th year. In Harry's mind, his suffering was payment for the suffering he made his friends endure and it was payment for what happened to Sirius. He deserved exactly what he was getting.

However, when Draco pulled back Harry's robes and Harry looked into Draco's grey eyes he saw such a desire to help and such concern that he blinked just to make sure that he was seeing what he thought he was. He would never have expected this of the boy who used to be his arch rival. He had expected Draco to run to the Slytherins telling them that the Golden Boy had finally cracked and gone mad. He had expected Draco to congratulate him on helping to make Voldemort's job easier and possibly even offer pointers on how to go about it better. He had expected anything other than the warmth he had seen in Draco's eyes.

Harry rolled around so that he was facing Draco. He huddled his knees to him and wrapped his robe around himself.

"I can't."

Draco looked up at Harry cuddling his knees. It amazed him to see the person who was to be the saviour of the wizarding world reduced to the trembling bundle in front of him.

"Why not?"

Why? There were so many reasons, all of which Harry couldn't possibly dream of telling Draco.

"...I just can't, not now"

"Not now? Does that mean that maybe in the future?"

"Look Malfoy I can't now. Please just leave me alone..."

"Potter if you don't want to talk about it right now I can handle that but please can we just become friends and maybe eventually we can sort this out?"

Harry thought about this for a moment. Could he risk making another friend? It meant another target for Voldemort. But then again how could he be sure that Draco didn't just want to get in with him so that he could present him to Voldemort later on?

If Harry was honest with himself he no longer cared and there was still something about Draco's eyes that was haunting him. He decided to but his doubts and possibly his better judgement behind him and take Draco up on his offer.

"Ok. We can try but I'm sorry I can't promise anything"

Draco smiled. It wasn't much but it was a start.

"Ok. In that case...," Draco extended his hand, "I'm Draco Malfoy"

Harry smiled as he took Draco's hand. "And I'm Harry Potter."

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Hey. Another Chapter done! Sorry it took a bit longer than the others but I'm kinda going through a bad patch right now and it's difficult to get in the mood to write but it really does help to write this because most of Harry's feelings are actually my own, even though I'm not and I'm pretty sure no-one is relying on me to save the world...at least I hope they're not coz if they are we are all dooooooomed! Thank you to everyone who reviewed. They really mean a lot to me :) I hope this chapter pleases a lot of you who were begging for an update. I will try to get another chapter out before Saturday if I can but no promises because to be honest I haven't exactly planned much further than here :P So anyway enough of my ramblings because it is 4am and I should probably get a little bit of sleep...maybe. Well you know what to do....REVIEW :) xxx