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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 6
Harry flopped down onto his bed, face down, groaning in frustration. He didn't know what was happening to him. He wasn't gay, was he? Though, when Malfoy did kiss him, he knew that he wanted it to continue. But, would that mean that Malfoy was gay as well? Oh, this was so confusing!
"Hey," Ron called as he walked into the dormitory.
"Hmph," Harry said, a lame attempt at saying 'hello' back through the covers of his bed.
"What did 'Mione say?" Ron asked, walking over to a desk and taking out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink.
He began to write, while Harry though of what to say to him.
"She's pissed!"
"Still?"
"Of course..."
"Well, I would be too," Ron said, dipping the quill back into the ink, and spinning around in his chair to face Harry, who was now sitting up on his bed, his head in his hands.
"Why?"
"Well, what you did was super bad, Mate!"
"It's not, like, the end of the world, ya know!"
"Maybe not, but it was still a big deal to her!"
"I think I'm giving up on her. She's not worth anything."
"Harry! How could you say that? Besides me, she's your best friend."
"Not anymore. If she can't forgive me for one fricking mistake, then she's not worth it!" and with that, Harry reached into his trunk, pulled out an unseen object wrapped in a black project, and firmly walked out of the room, into the Boys' Lavatory downstairs in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"HARRY..." Ron called after him, but Harry didn't here it.
Harry raced through the lavatory doors, locking it behind him. Quietly, he searched the room, making sure that know one was there. When he was sure the cost was clear, he crawled over to the corner of the room, and slid down the wall, crying.
'Why is every f**king person on my case?' he asked himself. 'First Justin, then Hermione and Ron. WHO NEXT!?' He thought to himself as he rolled up his sleeve.
He quickly took the black cloth and unwrapped an unmistakable knife. He threw the cloth onto the ground, gripped the handle of the knife, and slit his wrist open (the opposite wrist from the beginning). Than he took the knife to about an inch above the first gash, and cut himself again. He did this repeatedly, until he reached his elbow.
When he did finally stop, he dropped the knife on the ground, and as tears flooded his eyes, he stared at the blood covered arm.
"It's all my fault!" he wept out loud. "If I hadn't been so incredibly stupid...Sirius might still be here!"
He wept like this for a half our more, letting himself bleed to death. After a while of blaming himself, he got up off the floor, walking over to one of the sinks. He started to wash the blood from his arm, carefully dabbing at his cuts with a paper towel. I mean, he couldn't really walk out of the boys' lavatory, all bloody, could he?
After his cuts had dried, he pulled his sleeve back down, grabbed the bloody knife and black cloth off of the floor. She washed off the black knife, wrapped it back into the cloth, and placed it into his pocket.
He unlocked the door, and raced upstairs to his dormitory. When he looked in, the only ones in there were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, playing Exploding Snap.
"Hey, Harry! Wanna join us?" Seamus asked when he saw Harry walk into the room and over to his trunk.
"No," Harry said as he replaced the knife back into his trunk.
"What's the matter?" Dean asked. "We saw you storm out of here earlier, and into the Boys' Lavatory. We knew something was the matter when we heard the door lock, even though we could have simply came in by using the alohamora spell, but we figured that you wanted to be alone."
"Whatever..." Harry mumbled as he walked out of the dormitory, grabbing his cloak on the way.
He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed walk. He walked out of Hogwarts and down to the lake, sitting against one of the trees as he watched the sun slowly set.
"Potter," he heard someone from in back of him call. He turned his head just in time to see Draco Malfoy walking towards him.
"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said, looking back to the lake.
Draco came over and sat down next to him.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon," Draco said. "I thought...that, just, well, maybe...you were..."
"I was what?" Harry asked, turning his head so that his Emerald-Green eyes locked with a Silvery-Blue.
"Were gay," Draco said quietly, looking down at the ground.
"You never know," Harry said, leaning in and passionately kissing Draco on the lips.
When they pulled apart, Draco looked into Harry's eyes.
"Wow!" he said, falling for Harry's eyes.
"I'm hoping that you're gay too," Harry stated.
Draco simply nodded. For a while, there was just silence, until Draco spoke up.
"Would you like to join me in Hogsmeade next weekend?"
"But, wouldn't that ruin your reputation, you know, hanging out with me? You could get in serious trouble with the Slytherins, the school, your father."
"Screw them! I don't care about what they think, or even what they do for that matter."
Harry smiled, until he realized something else. "Um, Draco, next weekend isn't a Hogsmeade weekend."
"Don't worry about that. Just answer the question."
"Sure," Harry said.
Draco smiled. "Cool."
Again, there was silence.
"Your eyes are bloodshot," Draco said. "Were you crying?"
"It's nothing."
"Harry..."
"It's nothing."
"Do you promise me?"
"No."
"Then what is the matter?"
"You wanna know what the matter is?!" Harry shouted to him. "It's all my fault. Everything in this world has gone wrong, and it' all my fault!"
"Harry..."
"No, I'm serious."
"No know your not. You're Harry!"
This brought a smile to Harry's face.
"It's just that, my Godfather died, and Hermione and Justin completely hate me, and Ron's upset with me, and ahh!" Harry groaned, putting his head in his hands.
"It's alright," Draco said, putting a reassuring hand on Harry's back.
After another silence session, Draco looked down at Harry's sleeve. A few blood-stained lines soaked his shirt.
"Harry!" Draco said, aiming to lift up the sleeve, but Harry pulled his arm away before he could touch it.
"No!" Harry snapped at him.
"Harry, what happened to your arm!"
"I hit it on a...thing. I've...got to go!" Harry stood up and started to walk back up to the castle.
"Harry!" Draco called after him, running to catch up with the boy.
"I don't want to talk about it."
When Draco caught up with him, he grabbed his arm, despite the intake of breathe from Harry, and pulled up the sleeve, revealing the cuts along his arm. Draco just gabbed at it, then looked up at Harry.
"Harry, have you been cutting yourself?"
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Alright, so it wasn't as long as I hoped. That's why I put out 2 chapters. I hope that that will be enough to tide you over for another week or so. Thank you all for reading! Peace! ~Dan's Mandy
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The First Cut is the Deepest
Chapter 6
Harry flopped down onto his bed, face down, groaning in frustration. He didn't know what was happening to him. He wasn't gay, was he? Though, when Malfoy did kiss him, he knew that he wanted it to continue. But, would that mean that Malfoy was gay as well? Oh, this was so confusing!
"Hey," Ron called as he walked into the dormitory.
"Hmph," Harry said, a lame attempt at saying 'hello' back through the covers of his bed.
"What did 'Mione say?" Ron asked, walking over to a desk and taking out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink.
He began to write, while Harry though of what to say to him.
"She's pissed!"
"Still?"
"Of course..."
"Well, I would be too," Ron said, dipping the quill back into the ink, and spinning around in his chair to face Harry, who was now sitting up on his bed, his head in his hands.
"Why?"
"Well, what you did was super bad, Mate!"
"It's not, like, the end of the world, ya know!"
"Maybe not, but it was still a big deal to her!"
"I think I'm giving up on her. She's not worth anything."
"Harry! How could you say that? Besides me, she's your best friend."
"Not anymore. If she can't forgive me for one fricking mistake, then she's not worth it!" and with that, Harry reached into his trunk, pulled out an unseen object wrapped in a black project, and firmly walked out of the room, into the Boys' Lavatory downstairs in the Gryffindor Common Room.
"HARRY..." Ron called after him, but Harry didn't here it.
Harry raced through the lavatory doors, locking it behind him. Quietly, he searched the room, making sure that know one was there. When he was sure the cost was clear, he crawled over to the corner of the room, and slid down the wall, crying.
'Why is every f**king person on my case?' he asked himself. 'First Justin, then Hermione and Ron. WHO NEXT!?' He thought to himself as he rolled up his sleeve.
He quickly took the black cloth and unwrapped an unmistakable knife. He threw the cloth onto the ground, gripped the handle of the knife, and slit his wrist open (the opposite wrist from the beginning). Than he took the knife to about an inch above the first gash, and cut himself again. He did this repeatedly, until he reached his elbow.
When he did finally stop, he dropped the knife on the ground, and as tears flooded his eyes, he stared at the blood covered arm.
"It's all my fault!" he wept out loud. "If I hadn't been so incredibly stupid...Sirius might still be here!"
He wept like this for a half our more, letting himself bleed to death. After a while of blaming himself, he got up off the floor, walking over to one of the sinks. He started to wash the blood from his arm, carefully dabbing at his cuts with a paper towel. I mean, he couldn't really walk out of the boys' lavatory, all bloody, could he?
After his cuts had dried, he pulled his sleeve back down, grabbed the bloody knife and black cloth off of the floor. She washed off the black knife, wrapped it back into the cloth, and placed it into his pocket.
He unlocked the door, and raced upstairs to his dormitory. When he looked in, the only ones in there were Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, playing Exploding Snap.
"Hey, Harry! Wanna join us?" Seamus asked when he saw Harry walk into the room and over to his trunk.
"No," Harry said as he replaced the knife back into his trunk.
"What's the matter?" Dean asked. "We saw you storm out of here earlier, and into the Boys' Lavatory. We knew something was the matter when we heard the door lock, even though we could have simply came in by using the alohamora spell, but we figured that you wanted to be alone."
"Whatever..." Harry mumbled as he walked out of the dormitory, grabbing his cloak on the way.
He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed walk. He walked out of Hogwarts and down to the lake, sitting against one of the trees as he watched the sun slowly set.
"Potter," he heard someone from in back of him call. He turned his head just in time to see Draco Malfoy walking towards him.
"Hello, Malfoy," Harry said, looking back to the lake.
Draco came over and sat down next to him.
"I'm sorry about this afternoon," Draco said. "I thought...that, just, well, maybe...you were..."
"I was what?" Harry asked, turning his head so that his Emerald-Green eyes locked with a Silvery-Blue.
"Were gay," Draco said quietly, looking down at the ground.
"You never know," Harry said, leaning in and passionately kissing Draco on the lips.
When they pulled apart, Draco looked into Harry's eyes.
"Wow!" he said, falling for Harry's eyes.
"I'm hoping that you're gay too," Harry stated.
Draco simply nodded. For a while, there was just silence, until Draco spoke up.
"Would you like to join me in Hogsmeade next weekend?"
"But, wouldn't that ruin your reputation, you know, hanging out with me? You could get in serious trouble with the Slytherins, the school, your father."
"Screw them! I don't care about what they think, or even what they do for that matter."
Harry smiled, until he realized something else. "Um, Draco, next weekend isn't a Hogsmeade weekend."
"Don't worry about that. Just answer the question."
"Sure," Harry said.
Draco smiled. "Cool."
Again, there was silence.
"Your eyes are bloodshot," Draco said. "Were you crying?"
"It's nothing."
"Harry..."
"It's nothing."
"Do you promise me?"
"No."
"Then what is the matter?"
"You wanna know what the matter is?!" Harry shouted to him. "It's all my fault. Everything in this world has gone wrong, and it' all my fault!"
"Harry..."
"No, I'm serious."
"No know your not. You're Harry!"
This brought a smile to Harry's face.
"It's just that, my Godfather died, and Hermione and Justin completely hate me, and Ron's upset with me, and ahh!" Harry groaned, putting his head in his hands.
"It's alright," Draco said, putting a reassuring hand on Harry's back.
After another silence session, Draco looked down at Harry's sleeve. A few blood-stained lines soaked his shirt.
"Harry!" Draco said, aiming to lift up the sleeve, but Harry pulled his arm away before he could touch it.
"No!" Harry snapped at him.
"Harry, what happened to your arm!"
"I hit it on a...thing. I've...got to go!" Harry stood up and started to walk back up to the castle.
"Harry!" Draco called after him, running to catch up with the boy.
"I don't want to talk about it."
When Draco caught up with him, he grabbed his arm, despite the intake of breathe from Harry, and pulled up the sleeve, revealing the cuts along his arm. Draco just gabbed at it, then looked up at Harry.
"Harry, have you been cutting yourself?"
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Alright, so it wasn't as long as I hoped. That's why I put out 2 chapters. I hope that that will be enough to tide you over for another week or so. Thank you all for reading! Peace! ~Dan's Mandy