Title: Broken.

Harry Potter.

Rating: PG-13, just in case

Genre: Angst.

Secondary Genre: Romance/Drama.

Soundtrack to Chapter: (Broken: Seether and Amy Lee.) Shiro: Wolf's Rain.

Summary: He's happy. Or content at least. Or so it seems. What happens to him when he's alone? What torture does he put himself through

after the life he's had to live? What does he tell himself? Is he all he seems to be, or is he someone else when he's alone?

Kid(8/3/04): Okay! I finished the second chapter yesterday, and I decided I wanted to start on the third one today. This is, as I said at the end of the last chapter, the final chapter for Broken. I know what I want to do, but I'm having a bit of trouble deciding how I want to do it. Maybe I'll think of something later on. Hmm.. OOH!! Food!!!!!

While eating Anyway! I'm really happy I got the second chapter to this finished. I thought I'd have to give up on it for a while there, but luckily my muse/author came back and gave me an idea. Fushigi was finally woken up but not easily. I had to give her a bunch of things before she'd even twitch!!!! Through mouthful Afyway. Gulp I hope I surprised you all, but the person I let read before hand said they figured it was Draco, only because he's the one that hates to have his skin non-faultess, and it would make more since if it was Draco. Since he figured it was Draco I'm thinking of doing something diffrent at the end of this. Evil laughter

Fushigi: I can't believe you would do that Draco!!! That's horrible!!

Kid: I thought I'd get that reaction from you, Fu. I guess it's what makes me an angst/tradgey and romance writer. Heh. I have fun.

Updates: There is Only One is on it's third chapter, with it's second having 2575 words. I'm okay with that. Disappearence still doesn't have a sequel started, and since I got a review from Hikage saying I was good at fluff, I'm going to try another fluffy fic here pretty soon. I guess that's about it.

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Chapter Three: Confessions, Explinations, and New Blood.

"Why?" Harry asks, making Draco look at the boy before him. "Why would you do this, Draco?" Draco stares into Harry's tearful emerald eyes, trying to find a way to explain how he hated himself and what had happened to him. How he was two diffrent people stuck in one body: Draco himself and another unnamed personality that kept him beat down to the point of insomnia, feeling nothing, neither physically, mentally, or emotionally, and not being able to do anything but listen to him, coaxing him into turning his arms and legs into a sharping board. How, instead of a quidditch accident, he had willingly tore off his knee cap and tried to fix it back himself, not wanting to go to the nurse for help, how he knew that Harry would listen to him, help him, but he didn't want anyone's help, wouldn't accept anyone's help for the simple fact that if he can't fix the problem himself, no one else should try, and that was what got him in this situation in the first place. He wanted Harry to know that he loved him, but didn't want to drag him down too.

But, through all of that thinking, all Draco was able to mutter was "I don't.. Know." Tears fill Harry's eyes again, overflowing on his cheeks, leaving Draco feeling almost guilty for not being truthful to him. Suddenly, Harry's expression grows serious, his eyes narrowing. "That is a lie! Your limp, it wasn't because of a bloody quidditch accident! If it had, you would have went to the nurse to fix it, just so you would't have the limp, so you had to of done it yourself. Now why the bloody hell did you do it, Draco!" Harry's fingers unconsciously move along the scars on Draco's arms, tracing them all over again. Draco, though Harry didn't notice what he was doing, did. With each one, he relived that night, going back and hearing his voice in his head. "You're nothing." "No one wants to know you, not even your own parents." "People only put up with you because of who you are."

"I-" He starts, wondering where to start. Harry sighs, making Draco sit back down, him sitting in the floor at his feet and his head in Draco's lap. Draco takes in a shuttering breath before thinking over what had been said to him, and speaking them out to the boy at his feet. "No one cares enough about you to come and find you. The others only put up with you because of who you are. You know that. Why bother telling yourself anything else? You're nothing to them. Only a doll. A tool to get what they want. Only a thing that they hardly give recognition to otherwise. Get over yourself! You know that you'll never have any real, true friends. No one will ever love you. You are just a cold, heartless snake. Not a drop of your blood is cared for. None of it will go noticed by anyone but you. You don't exist anymore. You are but a walking corpse. A damned being taking the place of someone whom no one cared for, and still isn't. No matter how much you bleed, no matter how many tears you shed, you'll be broken. Once broken, twice destroyed, never to be fixed." Draco's voice was harsh, harsher then that of when he was seriously angry as he went over the worser, more recent nights. "I get told that, every night. I tell myself that, trying not to believe it, but I do. It's all true. I'm only a doll, a tool for my father, no one is a true friend to me, they only put up with me. I'm cold and heartless. Just like my Father." He whispers, his voice shaking with every word. Harry lifts his head up in disbelief. He wanted to shake him, to yell "No, it isn't true! People care for you! I care for you!" but he had a feeling this wasn't the end of his story, so he keeps his mouth shut. Draco inhales sharply and shakes his head before continuing. "The words always cut much deeper than the glass, the daggers, or the blades. So much deeper. I didn't feel any of it anymore. The glass wouldn't harm me, the daggers's points wouldn't bother me. I felt nothing for while. Physically, nor emotionally. I'd carry out my daily conversations with others, giving an act of what was expected.

"I didn't want that! I wanted to tell someone.... so badly. But I couldn't. They'd only laugh, making me worse." Harry mentally starts counting off the people he could have told that would help. Professor Dumbledor, Snape, Blaise, me, Pansy, McGonnagal. The list went on, but obviously Draco didn't see it that way. "I had thought about others. People I didn't know, but that would only be worse. "Don't drag anyone down with you." "At least act like you're happy". It was common for the one's who didn't know you to come up with something like that just so they might not feel guilty. So, I stayed in my corner, listening to myself, cutting off every emotion I could still feel." He sighs, not looking at Harry.

"But I got to the point to where I couldn't deal with it anymore. Not being able to feel the pain radiating from my body. So I decided to make myself feel something. I was going to pry my kneecap from my knee. Not much, just enough to feel. I ended up slipping and tearing if off entirely." He hears Harry hiss. "I liked it!" He laughs, almost happily. "The pain was... I don't know how to expain it. The pain was what kept me alive for the longest time. I felt.. Alive again, I guess. I tried to fix it on my own, as you said, but I didn't do too good of a job, did I?" Harry looks down, but doesn't say anything.

"And then I got sick of it. Of cutting my arms and legs, just to feel something real again. I didn't want to do it anymore. I had decided that that night I went out to fly." Harry happily remembers it, smiling softly. "I was going to tell someone. Who, I hadn't decided yet, but after you had asked about the limp, you decided for me. I would tell you. Slytherins don't care that much. Hufflepuffs wouldn't understand, therefore, not care, Ravenclaws... I'm not really sure. I just didn't want to tell one of them. But a Gryffindor. That could work. When you came and found me in the library, I was trying to come up with a way to tell you. Looks like it worked, eh?" Harry nods, burring his face in Draco's leg. A silence fills the room, making Harry almost uncomfortable because he wanted to say something. Anything that he thought, felt. He wanted to help Draco through that. But, he finally only manages "I.. don't know what to say. Everything you've said. I don't agree with you. You're not a doll, you're not heartless, and plenty of people care for you!! You should know that Draco." Draco laughs, leaning his head back on the chair and closing his eyes. "Say it again. My name." Harry lifts his head up. "Draco." He says, and watches as a smile grows on said person's face.

"Has it helped you, Draco?" Harry asks. Draco sighs, still smiling. "Nothing will work. I'm too far gone." He whispers, hoping Harry wouldn't hear, but he knew he did. "Something has to work! You can't stay like this forever can you?" Harry says, standing up on his knees and leaning forward. Draco looks down at him, then leans down to meet with Harry, bringing their lips together again. "Maybe. I haven't stopped trying yet have I? And look, I found someone that loves me. Even after I told you all of this. Who knows. Maybe I'll get better and go back to that bastard you knew for five years." Draco smiles. Harry smiles back, telling the boy in front of him "Yeah, maybe so, but I'll still love you. Just promise me one thing." "Hmm?" "Before you resort to cutting yourself again, you have to find me. I don't want you to keep turning your arms into swiss cheese." Draco laughs at the symbolizm, but then decides there wasn't any. His arms really did remind him of swiss cheese. "I promise." Draco whispers.

But this wasn't enough was it? Draco questions. He still felt the overwhelming need to see, taste and smell the blood rushing just underneith the skin. So he'd found someone to love who loves him back, for some reason it just seemed to magnify that need. For now he ignores it, lifting his head up to hear two very familar voices, and neither belonged with the other..

"...he was going to the library. Didn't you say that Harry was going there too?" It was Blaise, obviously looking for Draco. Harry hears Hermione pipe in. "Yes, but he wasn't there, and I didn't see Malfoy either. Oh, I do hope he's alright. He'd been seeming a bit down here lately, but I didn't want to pry." Draco and Harry hear their footsteps stop on the door. "So had Draco." Hermione gasps. "You think, maybe.." "I don't know. Maybe. I do know that, instead of going to the library, maybe Draco had went to find Harry." "That's what I think. It doesn't make alot of sense though. Why would Malfoy be looking for Harry?" "You mean to tell me you haven't noticed?" "Noticed what?" "Draco, at the least, has a crush on the Golden Boy. But I think it's deeper than that." "Hmm. I had noticed the way Harry had watched him, and Malfoy just so happened to be stareing back. You think maybe they found each other?" They move off of it. "Very possible."

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Draco whispers. Harry giggles. "I think they know where we are. But still, Blaise and Hermione? Wow. They must be worried. I wonder if Ron was there." Draco shrugs,getting up from the chair and going over to the door, lifting it up a bit. Quickly, he shuts it again. "They found us." He says to Harry. Harry laughs. Suddenly a loud banging comes from the other side of the door. "We know you're in there. Get out here." Blaise yells. Draco sighs, Harry still laughing, lifting up the door and coming out, Harry not too far behind. Draco shuts the door, then turning to Blaise, crosses his arms. "What was that all about?" He asks as seriously as he could. Blaise shrugs, looking over at Hermione who was laughing about as hard as Harry. "We couldn't resist." She giggles. "It was too tempting." "Yes, but" Draco starts "How did you find us?" Hermione raises her hand only slightly above her head. "Um, that's where I come in. I decided to follow Harry, having felt bad about what happened in the Great Hall, and I saw you both comming in here. So, knowing that Blaise was Draco's best friend, I went to find him, which, I must say, wasn't easy! That stupid snake wouldn't even let me close! I outta rip it from the wall and smash it." Hermione, realizing what she'd said, blushes a deep crimsom red before seeming to shrink on the spot. "Wow, I didn't know you had it in you, except the time you punched Draco, of course." Harry says, recieving a soft snort of protest from said Slytherin. Blaise agrees, even though he wasn't there to see it, he had seen the results.

"Anyway, we'd better go, if no where else, to the library. People are beginning to stare at us." Hermione whispwers. They all silently agree with the girl and follow here to said area, Harry and Draco walking hand in hand, never seperateing.

"So, what happened down there?" Hermione asks, keeping her voice down as to not disterb any of the other students in the library. Harry and Draco look at each other, Harry smiling while Draco raises an eyebrow, trying to keep the smirk off his face. "Nothing. Nothing... Serious." Draco says, shrugging. Hermione sighs. "Draco, spill!" Hermione says, slamming her palms against the table. "Uh..." Harry says, slowlly backing away from Hermione the best he could. "You're going out, right?" Blaise says, his voice one even tone. Harry smiles and blushes, Draco grins, a glint in his eyes that said, "I got the all of it for myself too". Blaise smiles, almost laughing.

It was weird. He had gotten the boy to tell him what was wrong, but yet, he hadn't told him anything. It seemed they had the same problem; they cut themselves. But for him, it was different. It wasn't because he needed the physical pain to take his mind off his mental and emotional pain. It was just the blood. The blood that he took from himself every night, grinning at the pools, taking enough to satisfy him, and more. Much more, but he couldn't stop. He guessed that was also a problem, but he didn't care. He didn't want to stop.

And, he also guessed, that the only thing keeping him from being an actual vampire was not being able to go out in sunlight. He already slept during the day, and stayed up at night, but there was still something missing.

That was why Draco was here, watching Harry take little bits of his own blood, relishing in the taste, in the feel of it rolling on his tounge. The Slytherin gets up, an almost painful look reflecting in his eyes, as he takes the blade from Harry's hands, taking his own robe from his shoulder and leaving a cut, sensing the blood seeping out. In a moment, Harry's mouth covered the wound, his skillful tounge working out more blood without letting the cut seal up. Draco lets out a low moan, feeling the raven haired boy smirk against his skin, only making him work more, faster, and softer, dragging out more sounds from Draco.

Suddenly, Harry is ripped from his position at his shoulder, his lips red with blood and a line going down his chin, he immediantly wipes off, licking it off the back of his hand. "What" lick "was" lick "that for?" lick. Draco's eyes narrow, a small, almost saddistic smile growing on his face. "You think you're the only one going to have fun?" Harry stops, taking in what Draco said, then the same smile plays across his lips.

"Come and get me."

Kid(8/4/04): Okay, I know that last part is a bit weird, but I couldn't help it. I mean, it couldn't only be happening to Draco now could it?

Well, anyway, I guess this ending will have to do for now. If you have a better idea for an ending, I'd love to hear it.

Fushigi: Why did you have to do that? Poor Harry, poor Draco. I feel sorry for them, having to go through that.

Kid: hits Fushigi over the head with a frying pan. That should keep her quiet for a little while. I never really saw them as the innocent type (and I'm sure that you all can agree with me on that with Draco), and I always thought that if someone or something was going to be ripped of their innocence in that nature, why not have it done with the one thing that is so often seen as something that saves instead of damns? I love when that happens. If you think it's weird, then it's your opinion.

Fuyu: Well... I do think that was a bit weird, but I've seen worse. nods Yes, I've definently seen worse.

Kid: That's not a complement, you know.

Fuyu: I meant it to be. Anyway, before we can get a argument started:

Owari! (End!)