DEMENTED STONES

CHAPTER THREE: Psychosis

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be throwing a yacht party right now! WOOOO!

(Quick Authors Note) Point-of-views change. It doesn't let me show flashbacks anymore, so flashbacks are now in italicized. And maybe it'll let me use that. :is angry:

Harry

The first thing he noticed when he woke up was his throbbing headache.

Then he realized his sore throat.

His weightless body.

His numb feet.

And his heaving stomach.

Forcing his eyes opened he leaned off of his bed, violently throwing up all the pills had forced out of his system, wearing him out completely.

I need to stop. He thought, after falling back onto his bed. This is getting pathetic, and I'm always sick.

"That you, Harry?" Neville questioned, from his bed across the room. "You sick again?"

Well, at least I'm not late for class yet and... He glanced at his alarm clock. And I still have three hours left of sleep... Too bad I'm not tired. "Yeah, but I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Dean snored loudly in his sleep, and then rolled over, pulling his blankets tightly around him, and Harry felt a pained feeling take over his stomach as he glanced at the empty bed.

And it wasn't because he was sick anymore.

This was much more serious.

God... I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Ron. He thought, dryly, cleaning up his mess with the flick of his wand. I'm sorry to you and Hermione both.

Hermione

She felt something smooth in her hand when she moved in her sleep, and woke up with her heart pounding in her ears, before she found that it was only Cho's flat stomach. Why do I always forget? She wondered, before scooting towards Cho, and resting her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. I almost thought she was...

Hermione tried to block the thought before it came.

Ron...

Cho stretched, and sat up, Hermione sitting up with her.

"Hey, Ernie." Cho said, reaching to hug Hermione, and stopping once she saw it wasn't her fiancé, but her girlfriend, rather.

Hermione blinked in confusing for a moment, before swallowing tightly. "Ernie...?"

Cho looked sheepish, before glancing at the clock. "Oh - shit! God, I've gotta go. Ernie's parent's want to meet me today - and I should have left a long time ago and-"

"I thought you said it was over between the two of you." Hermione pouted. "I thought you said that you and I..."

"Hermione..." Cho said, letting out an exhausted sigh. "I do... I like you. But Ernie and I are getting married and..."

"Then why do you keep coming here?" And Hermione was trying to sound anything but heartbroken.

"Do you know what my family would do if they found out about you and me?" Cho asked, hoping to cheer Hermione up. "I can't let them know unless I want to die... and Ernie and I... we're engaged... Come on..." her voice grew more kind, when she saw Hermione's face fall. "You and I... this is... Cheer up! We'll go eat breakfast together-"

"I'm not hungry." Hermione replied, in a cold voice. She tasted Cho's lips on her own before the girl left, and then felt tears of frustration come to her eyes, and flow down her cheeks.

Angry, hot, unwelcomed tears. The kind that no one wants to admit that they have. Cho doesn't want me. She thought, taking a deep, shaky breath. Not even Ron wanted me... And Ron and her had been engaged, right before Voldemort killed him. And they were going to be wonderful... and...

She hurried to the showers to rid herself from all the activity that had gone on the night before.

In the Great Hall later that day, se sat down by Harry, and watched him push away before letting out a dry sob, causing Harry to look up. "Am I unattractive? Do I push people away? Why doesn't anyone want to be with me?"

Harry looked at her through blood-shot, swollen eyes, before answering her, with a dead voice. "You're gorgeous... What's going on with you and Cho?" It was obvious he couldn't bear loud noises, for he flinched whenever a glass clicked with someone's teeth. His words slurred, and he looked positively dead.

"I don't know." She looked over at the Ravenclaw table, but Cho was looking at Ernie instead.

Harry rubbed his eyes. "She's going to get married, Hermione... There are a lot better guys...er- girls... for you... Don't waste them on her."

"Well the same applies for you." she stated.

"Huh?"

"Draco is a bad person, Harry. I don't know why the two of you started anything in the first place. You knew he was trouble in the beginning - how could you not?"

Harry then looked as heartbroken as she felt. "Yeah..." he rubbed his temples. "Oh, Goddamn I feel terrible. I think I'm going to be sick..."

"You really should eat." she said, pointing at his untouched plate of food.

He gave her a bitter laugh. "Oh, that makes sense. Because you never eat, so I should."

"Harry-"

"Forget it. I'm going back to bed."

And she watched him walk off, with a sinking feeling in her chest.

"Hermione." cried Ginny, sitting down. "You should eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"Well you're getting too skinny. It's scary. You need to eat something." she pushed Hermione a plate of oatmeal, that Hermione turned down. "Come on... please... for me?"

Hermione mentally growled, and snatched the bowl away, taking a small first bite, that left her stomach in bad shape. It growled and jumped and moved, and she thought for sure that she would throw up.

Ginny didn't look satisfied.

With a grimace, Hermione finished the entire bowl, feeling her face change greenish.

"See, that wasn't so hard!" Ginny said, satisfied.

"Fuck you." Hermione snapped, pushing the bowl back at Ginny, and heading to the Prefect's bathroom, where Ginny couldn't follow.

This time she didn't have to force the food up. It came out on it's own. I'm gaining water weight. She thought, with a satisfied smirk. I don't have to worry about sticking my finger down my throat anymore. Her body was used to vomiting after meals. Therefore, her body would do it automatically. No more worries. She thought, after flushing the toilet and leaving the stall.

She froze at the site of Reyan standing there, looking murderous. "Well." he spat, sarcastically. "IF I had known there was a party, then I would of worn a hat... What the hell where you doing in there - choking?"

Hermione swallowed tightly. I can't believe Draco is with this guy... He's scary... "How did you get in here?" she felt drained, and empty, and couldn't get the quiver out of her voice.

"I followed you."

"Reyan, you have to leave. You're not allowed-" in an instant, he had filled the space between them, and grabbed her wrists tightly, causing her to cry out. "LET go of me!" she cried, trying to push away his hot, tight, burning fingers.

"Tell Potter that his darling boyfriend may not make it until tomorrow."

Hermione froze. "What?"

"You heard me."

"Is Draco in the Hospital Wing?"

Reyan let her go, grinning sarcastically.

"Reyan! Answer me! Is Draco in the hospital wing?!"

"Don't talk to me like that." he snapped.

"What the fuck did you do to Draco - you asshole!" she cried, before she fell into the deep, empty bathtub, the impact of the hit momentarily immobilizing her. Pain was spreading from her leg, to her stomach, and she felt more tears rising.

"Maybe you should search for him... You'll never find him."

"You did something to him, didn't you?? You are-"

"Leaving." he answered. "You might want to go see someone about that leg of yours. It looks very much broken... And if you say anything about this... about Draco... about me pushing you... I'll kill you. And I mean it."

She felt fear fill her lungs, and even more of it when she heard the door close behind him.

I have to wait here until someone finds me... She thought, wishing she had her wand.

Harry

[Draco sat on his boyfriends lap, a smirk forming on his face. "Is this how you're going to be then?"

Harry said nothing in response.

"You know you can't stay mad at me." he turned so that they were facing each other, and kissed the smaller boy beneath him lightly. Like a hug, on the mouth.

Harry was beginning to smile. "You can't prove that."

"You're right. I know. Just because I'm perfect and special."

"You're special alright."

"Not perfect?"

"I think to be perfectly special is an oxymoron." Harry shifted his position slightly. "I'm sorry... but you're cutting off the circulation in my legs."

"Okay. We'll switch." Draco smiled, and moved, pulling Harry onto his lap, and kissing the back of his neck.

After awhile of necking, Draco had frozen completely, and was looking straight ahead, with sharp, hollow eyes. "What's wrong?" Harry questioned following his gaze. "You don't want anyone to see us...?"

"No I... It's-"

"But that's Reyan. He's gay, right?"

"Yeah but..."

"Are you afraid he's going to tell?" he was too interested in being kissed to notice the fear of Draco's hold, and the scared glance in his eyes.

"No..."

"So just ignore him."

He turned his head before seeing Reyan's murderous glance.]

"Harry! Harry - wait up!" Neville cried, rushing to Harry's side.

It had been a few days since Hermione was pulled out of the bathtub, but she wouldn't say what had happened. Just that she was being clumsy and she fell.

Harry hadn't, however, heard from Draco since their encounter on the lake, and he was sure all of it had been a lie. Why had he ever trusted Draco before? He wasn't a good person. He'd never be one.

["I... love you..." Harry had said.

He had felt Draco pause. He had known his boyfriend wasn't ready for that, and didn't want that, but in the midst of the sexual fury he had been in at the moment - Harry hadn't noticed much. Just the feel of Draco's hot hands under his back, his lips pressing tightly against his sweaty temple. His back that ached from arching so high. And the scent of Draco filling his nostrils.

He'd meant what he'd said.

Since the moment he'd figured out he was gay he had fallen for Draco.

Maybe it was because he was the only other homosexual in Hogwarts.

Whatever the reason, he'd been drawn to him from the start.

And it was only once.

They had only had sex one time....

And right after that it as over.]

"Yes, Neville?" He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

Especially the klutz beside him.

"I thought you should know..." Neville was out of breath, bending over, hands resting on his knees. "Draco..."

"What, Neville? Did he go through all of my books and write death-letters on the pages?"

Neville shook his head.

"Did he trash anything of mine?"

Another headshake.

"Well, god damnit, Neville, help me out! I'm not a mind-reader!"

"He was... attacked with a baseball bat.... They found him... in the bushes... he could die."

Harry ran off.

-Authors Note- Thanks to my reviewers! This will be the last chapter until I get back from... wherever I shall be disappearing to! BUT I won't give up on this story. I'm dedicated... Maybe I can post while I'm there... I guess it depends on my laptop... Well, anyway, how did you like it? Too bad for your own tastes? I thought so. I'm aware of the lack of good writing throughout this entire thing, forgive me.