Summary: Harry is hurting himself to relieve built-in pain, but who does
he take refuge in, none other than...Draco Malfoy?!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Harry Potter except for the plot. If I did, I wouldn't be putting it on fanfiction, that's for sure. All things belong to J. K. Rowling. Praise her!
Hello everyone. Me again. I would just like to inform everyone that just because I am writing this story, does NOT mean that I have quit with 'Love Bound in a Book'. Actually, I'm rather fond of that story, as well as this one, which I hope you like as well. If you don't, I'll just take it off. No point in having a fanfic that no one likes, is there? So...alrighty then. Please read and review! I am really anxious to know how you like this story. And please, be honest. Flame, whatever, as long as I know how this story really is and how it affects you.
Also, just to say, 'cause these chapters are so short, I'm going to try to update a chapter every day or so. Thanx!
And now...*Drum roll* CHAPTER 1 !!!
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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 1
He took the black cloth from his pocket, and carefully unwrapped a razor blade embedded in the fabric. He set them down on the ground in front of him, before picking up the razor and turned his arm so that his wrist was facing it. He pulled the razor closer to his wrist, before slicing it open and letting the blood flow freely down his arm and into the grass beneath the shaded tree he sat under.
He leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree, and let his built-in tears fall from his emerald-green eyes and down his cheeks. He placed the bloody razor blade back onto the black fabric, wrapping it up with his free hand. Then he gently placed it in his poket, careful to make sure that no one was watching him.
He then looked back down at his bloodied up wrist, and the tears fell harder. With the other arm, he raised his hand up and pushed the stray strands of black hair back, sighing in frustration.
'Why?' he thought to himself. 'Why won't God just let me die?!'
He looked back down at his wrist. The bleeding had stopped, and was beginning to dry.
"Harry! Harry!" he heard someone call.
He turned his head to see Hermione Granger running down the grassy hillside, hurrying towards him, Hogwarts behind her. He quickly hid his wrist in his robes, not wanting anyone to see.
"Harry," Hermione said when she had reached him. "We've been looking for you for hours. What are you doing out here?"
"It's nice out, Hermione," Harry answered coldly, turning his gaze to the lake.
"I see that," Hermione said, examining the setting sun shine it's last rays over the grounds of Hogwarts, giving the moon the power to take over the autumn night.
"Why don't you come inside?" Hermione asked after a few moments of silence. "It's getting late."
"It's nice out," Harry replied again.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"I just want to be alone," he said, his gaze still on the lake.
"Harry, what's the matter? You know you can tell me anything," Hermione asked, kneeling down next to him on the warm grass.
"I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE!" he snapped, turning his head towards her.
Hermione, wide-eyed, stood up and ran away from the miserable boy, leaving him to cry to himself in the setting sun.
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I would like to say thank-you for all who read, and I would like to thank everyone in the process of reviewing this story.
I would also like to thank Klutzyfreaq666 for helping me with this chapter and for helping me in chapters to come. THANK YOU, ARTY! B-Bye!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Harry Potter except for the plot. If I did, I wouldn't be putting it on fanfiction, that's for sure. All things belong to J. K. Rowling. Praise her!
Hello everyone. Me again. I would just like to inform everyone that just because I am writing this story, does NOT mean that I have quit with 'Love Bound in a Book'. Actually, I'm rather fond of that story, as well as this one, which I hope you like as well. If you don't, I'll just take it off. No point in having a fanfic that no one likes, is there? So...alrighty then. Please read and review! I am really anxious to know how you like this story. And please, be honest. Flame, whatever, as long as I know how this story really is and how it affects you.
Also, just to say, 'cause these chapters are so short, I'm going to try to update a chapter every day or so. Thanx!
And now...*Drum roll* CHAPTER 1 !!!
~`~`~`* * *~`~`~`
The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 1
He took the black cloth from his pocket, and carefully unwrapped a razor blade embedded in the fabric. He set them down on the ground in front of him, before picking up the razor and turned his arm so that his wrist was facing it. He pulled the razor closer to his wrist, before slicing it open and letting the blood flow freely down his arm and into the grass beneath the shaded tree he sat under.
He leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree, and let his built-in tears fall from his emerald-green eyes and down his cheeks. He placed the bloody razor blade back onto the black fabric, wrapping it up with his free hand. Then he gently placed it in his poket, careful to make sure that no one was watching him.
He then looked back down at his bloodied up wrist, and the tears fell harder. With the other arm, he raised his hand up and pushed the stray strands of black hair back, sighing in frustration.
'Why?' he thought to himself. 'Why won't God just let me die?!'
He looked back down at his wrist. The bleeding had stopped, and was beginning to dry.
"Harry! Harry!" he heard someone call.
He turned his head to see Hermione Granger running down the grassy hillside, hurrying towards him, Hogwarts behind her. He quickly hid his wrist in his robes, not wanting anyone to see.
"Harry," Hermione said when she had reached him. "We've been looking for you for hours. What are you doing out here?"
"It's nice out, Hermione," Harry answered coldly, turning his gaze to the lake.
"I see that," Hermione said, examining the setting sun shine it's last rays over the grounds of Hogwarts, giving the moon the power to take over the autumn night.
"Why don't you come inside?" Hermione asked after a few moments of silence. "It's getting late."
"It's nice out," Harry replied again.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"I just want to be alone," he said, his gaze still on the lake.
"Harry, what's the matter? You know you can tell me anything," Hermione asked, kneeling down next to him on the warm grass.
"I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE!" he snapped, turning his head towards her.
Hermione, wide-eyed, stood up and ran away from the miserable boy, leaving him to cry to himself in the setting sun.
~`~`~`* * *~`~`~`
I would like to say thank-you for all who read, and I would like to thank everyone in the process of reviewing this story.
I would also like to thank Klutzyfreaq666 for helping me with this chapter and for helping me in chapters to come. THANK YOU, ARTY! B-Bye!