Title: Save Me From The Dark

Author: Princesspepper

Rating: I think I can get away with R.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Pairing: Harry/Draco (suggestion of Ron/Hermione, but, of course, that is not important).

WARNINGS: Sexual content (later), adult language, self-harm (cutting, more specifically), kinda dark, and some Ron-bashing in later chapters.

(A/N): This chapter's dedicated to SparkleyTeddyBear, Beth, jen,ozumas girl, Reese Craven, Cindilina, and Sineadluv! Thank you so much for reviewing, it means a lot to me!

(Chapter Two: Healed Wounds)

Harry Potter sat on the floor of the shower with his back pressed against the cool tile. He closed his stunning green eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. A relaxed smile crossed his face as he felt the hot water flow down his body in steady veins. He was just so happy. This threw into sharp relief the feelings he had experienced last year. He didn't really want to remember, but it made him appreciate his good mood. So, Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the delicate skin on his left forearm.

His eyes followed the healed-over patterns he had carved into his skin the previous year. He had been utterly miserable when he did this. He had not just cut however, he wrote words and sculpted designs as symbols of his sorrow. It was his way of expressing himself, or at least that was what he thought of it before he realized the danger when he had almost bled to death. A morbid smile haunted his lips as he saw one in particular, which he had sculpted in the form of a broken heart. He remembered that one clearly. Heartbreak, thought Harry wistfully, not my favorite emotion by far. This scar was very large; it took up about four inches of skin. It effectively described how he felt though, as if his heart took up the majority of his body. Not fun…

Harry's eyes traveled further down his arm and he started to see scars in the form of words. Those were fading for the most part, but he could still see them. "Pain… Death… Fear… Love…" Harry whispered into the pitter-patter of the droplets of water falling to the ground. Yes, most of the scars on his arm had faded, on account of he had realized he needed help. He had spoken to his best friend, Hermione, about what he was doing, and she supported him in order to help him stop. It worked. It had been nearly a year since he stopped. He was quite pleased with the way the scars were healing over, seeming to symbolize the healing of his raw emotions in the past. Yes… they were all fading. Save for one. Although the image of the broken heart on his arm healed over, it hadn't started to fade, as if it was waiting for someone to rip it open again. It was inevitable, although Harry really wasn't looking forward to it.

Harry sighed and turned off the shower. After getting ready, he headed down to breakfast, with the smile back on his face.

"Oy! Harry! Wake up mate!" shouted Ron as Harry presumably stared into space. But Harry didn't notice, for it was not space he was staring into. It was the eyes of Draco Malfoy. He didn't quite know why. One minute he was eating his breakfast, the next he felt eyes upon him, so he turned around, only to be roped into the most intense stare he had ever experienced. He didn't know why he had held the stare for so long, but he did know he was incredibly confused. He didn't know why Draco Malfoy had been watching him, especially without the usual loathing. He looked like he was pondering something important. Was it possible that he was looking at someone behind Harry? Harry didn't bother to look; he was too involved in the stare. It was scary how good he felt just from locking eyes with this boy. It was like he could see into Malfoy's soul… or at least he knew he would get there eventually.

Although Malfoy was at the next table, Harry could still see every detail of those amazing eyes. Among the silver were flecks of gold, only visible if you really looked. It was breathtaking. Literally. Harry had to remind himself how to breathe. Once he caught his breath he tried to look deeper, to find the message Malfoy was trying to convey to him. After what seemed like hours, but was really only a few seconds, Harry saw despair come in a wave across Draco's silver eyes. It pained Harry deeply, although, once again, he did not know why. Him and Draco were mortal enemies, right? Right? Harry silently shuddered as he realized he had just thought of Malfoy as "Draco"…

But there was something else in his eyes too, but Harry couldn't quite put his finger on it. After a little longer, he got it, and Malfoy realized he got it. It was complete and utter longing.

Harry must have had a shocked expression on his face, because Draco looked alarmed that he let Harry see so much and instantly broke the stare. Harry heard his fork clatter onto his plate when he dropped it due to surprise, yet continued to watch Draco avoid his eyes for another minute before tearing his gaze away and continuing to eat his breakfast.

"Finally!" exclaimed Ron quite loudly, "I thought you were a lost cause, honestly Harry, what were you thinking about that held you so spellbound that you didn't hear me screaming?"

"Er, oh it was nothing Ron, I thought I had forgotten to do that Charms essay, but I didn't… you know what? I really have to go…" and with that Harry grabbed his bag and rushed off after Draco, who had just goten up, leaving Ron quite alone, mouth quite unattractively agape.

Harry took off at a run as he saw Draco round the corner to the staircase that led to the dungeons, frantically gathering his thoughts as to what he was going to say.

"MALFOY, WAIT!" Harry yelped as Draco was slowly opening the door, unaware that he was being pursued.

Harry watched as Draco froze in his tracks at the sound of Harry's voice and slowly turned to face him. "What do you want, Potter? I have no business with you," Draco sneered coldly.

"Well honestly…" Harry panted, trying to catch his breath from the chase, "what the hell are you going on about? I saw you staring at me, Malfoy."

Draco paused for a minute, looking quite scared. But then realizing Harry could practically tell what he was thinking, he instantly put his sneer back on. "What are you talking about, Potter?" Draco spat, "I was staring into space, something you should be familiar with, as you do it every day in Potions class." Draco flinched as he realized that for him to know that Harry stared into space during Potions, he would have to have been studying Harry. Thankfully, Harry didn't notice this.

"You know what? I don't care. I should have never…" Harry's face turned beet red with anger as he stalked away, leaving Draco to his thoughts. Which wasn't such a good idea, seeing as he was even more depressed than he had been hours ago. Draco made his way back to his room.

In the bathroom, once again clutching his favorite dagger, he stared at it, contemplating if he should just finish what he started and slit his wrists right then and there. No more messing around. No more false hope. But then, he did something very un-Malfoy-like and looked on the bright side, which was still pretty damn dark. But hey, maybe he did have a chance. Maybe Harry didn't completely hate him. After all, he chased him down after the, er, incident. So he just did what he normally did, nothing different. After he was finished and felt a lot better, he traced the new cut with his right index finger, wiping off the blood. Reminding himself he was human, not immortal. He could die if he chose to hurt himself too badly. But that didn't stop Draco from doing it again.

He went back into the third draw from the top and moved his hand through its many contents until he found what he was looking for in the form of a small Swiss army knife, which his favorite uncle had given to him without Lucius's knowledge. "If you are ever in danger and without a wand, this should come in handy," his uncle had said when he presented him with the trinket. Draco let an ironic smirk play across is lips as he thought about what his uncle would say if he knew Draco would be using the very knife to cause himself pain. Draco pocketed the knife and headed to his first class of the day, Potions.

Just in case, he thought as he exited the bathroom. Who knows? He might need it before he could get back to his room.

Who knew what kind of miseries were in store for him today?

(End Of Chapter Two)

(A/N) Hope you liked it! Sorry for the shortness; they'll get longer as they progress. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, or read. Feedback please!

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