wwwendy: Well I always pictured Mrs. W as a bit unstable, lol. Thanks for reviewing.
Ryo Akuinenn: Yes, he'll be alright, after much torture and angst, muahaha.
IcyPanther: Bad draco!
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A/N: on next Tuesday, think it's the 28th I'm going on vacation till the following Tuesday…sorry. So I don't think I'll be able to update much, but I'll have much chapters done.
As Draco lay unconscious, the rest of the household was down stairs laughing at Scary Movie 3.
"I'm going to go up and put on a sweater," said Harry, "I'll be down in a minute."
"be back soon!" Torri called. "this is hilarious!"
Harry nodded and dashed up the stairs shivering. As he walked down the fourth floor corridor he passed Draco's room. He must be lonely, but he kind of disserves it, after how awful he's been. but...I guess he's gotta feel bad. What's that smell?
Harry sniffed the air again and scowled. He checked in all the room, as he went down the hall the smell disappeared, Draco! Harry nearly ran into Draco's room, the smell got worse and worse. Ammonia? He sniffed again. Defiantly Ammonia. The Dursleys had forced him to use that stuff far to often. He looked around the tattered room and didn't see Draco, then he looked over to the bathroom, the door was shut, but the smell of Ammonia was stronger.
Panic over took Harry as he dashed to the bathroom door. It was locked. "Damn it!" Harry slammed into the door with his shoulder, the wood held fast. He cursed again, suspecting Draco was in the bathroom, with ammonia. "Draco! Draco are you awake?!"
There was no answer, he was probably unconscious already. "Shit, shit shit! Draco! Wake up now!"
Draco's body was sprawled on the floor. Icy blue eyes opened, Draco blinked quickly, the ammonia stung his eyes. Is someone calling me? The blonde thought. No, no one cares about you. No, Oreo does, so does mom, I wish that someone else did though…
"DRACO!"
The blonde looked up toward the door. "Harry?" he shouted hoarsely.
"Yes you idiot open the god damn door!"
Draco grabbed onto he sink and pushed himself to his feet. He fell onto the door. The boy outside heard a huge thump as Draco fell. He grabbed the door knob and hauled himself up again. Draco clawed frantically at the lock until he heard a click.
Harry pulled the door open and Draco fell into his arms coughing and crying form the ammonia. Harry's eyes stung as the smell of ammonia poured from the room. Draco coughed violently and Harry hugged him closer. The raven haired boy dragged Draco from his ammonia filled room into his own and put the blonde on the bed.
Jesus he's covered in the stuff! Harry thought as he put Draco down. Did he not know what it was or...No way! Draco wouldn't try to kill himself, would he? "Draco?"
Icy blue eyes starred at Harry's own emerald ones. Harry smiled. "Good, Draco I'm going to put you in the shower to wash the ammonia off you. Ok?"
Draco nodded. Harry picked up Draco and realized how skinny he was. He was so light. Harry sat Draco down on the floor and switched on the shower, he took off his t-shirt and once again took Draco in his arms. Harry made the water a little warmer and let I wash over Draco, he stood behind the blonde, keeping him from falling.
"Shush, Draco, I'm going to take of your sweater ok?" Harry asked in his ear.
Draco shook his head violently, "No, don't please don't." Harry sighed "Can you stand by yourself?"
Draco nodded. Harry sighed and left Draco in the shower. Once he was gone Draco stripped out of his wet clothes. The blonde slid out of the shower and slipped into the black bathrobe on the counter. He walked into Harry's room and found him lying on the bed. "Harry?"
Harry sprang out of bed and helped Draco onto it. "Draco, are you alright what happened?"
"I….I saw that stuff and I sniffed it, I dropped it and fell on the floor coughing," Draco said. Harry knew he was lying from the look in his eyes. Draco a bad liar? That's actually pretty funny, but…he tried to kill himself. That makes not sense.
"Don't lie Draco, I can tell your lying." Said Harry. He sat down on the bed next to him. "Tell the truth."
"That is the truth! Draco insisted. "I didn't know what that stuff was!"
"Draco I know your lying!" Harry growled.
"I'm not."
Harry looked out the window for a moment before he looked back at Draco. "What was that stuff anyway?" Sorry Draco, don't mean to take advantage of you, but I have to know your lying.
"Ammonia, you idiot, you lived with muggles half your life," Draco said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh shit!"
"There you are lying!" Harry cried triumphantly. "Now explain to me why your trying to kill yourself."
"I wasn't trying to kill myself!' Draco shouted.
"Well you poured ammonia all over yourself!" Harry shouted back just as loud.
Draco sighed and rolled away from Harry "I thought you guys didn't want me around. I know you don't. you shouldn't have bothered to help me. and besides I just wanted to…punish my self."
Harry was shocked by his tone, it wasn't a Draco tone. It was sad, remorseful. "Draco it's not that we don't want you around. We don't know you, we just don't want you to be your father."
"Well I'm not," Draco murmured half asleep. "I don't cut people up."
"What!? Draco? Draco!" yelled Harry. But Draco had passed out. Harry sighed. "Draco what do I do? I don't think you want me telling, but…"
Harry slid off the bed and changed his cloths. He looked back at Draco and saw something. The blonde boy's robe ad slipped down and Harry saw something on his chest. He half ripped the bath robe of Draco's shoulders and saw.
"Jesus blood Christ." He whispered. The word violin was carved starkly into his chest. "Your dad did this to you didn't he. 'I don't cut people up.' Oh lord Draco. I'll wait for you to wake up. I'm not leaving you."
When Draco woke up it was to find Harry sitting in a comfy chair reading. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well considering I saved your live you should be thanking me." said Harry coldly.
"Sorry," Draco mumbled. Harry shrugged.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"You have to talk to somebody about those cuts though." Said Harry. Draco sat up in bed and winced. Everything was still dizzy. "Who the hell did that to you?"
"cooking accident." Draco said. Harry looked at him sarcastically.
"Your joking right?" said Harry. "That 's the worst lie I've ever heard, including the stuff Sirius comes up with! I'm going to clean up your room, just go to sleep, kay?"
Draco nodded. "Sure…Thanks a lot,"
The dark haired boy turned from the doorway. "Your welcome."
Draco picked up the book Harry had left on the bed with some interest. Interview with the vampire? Hey it's the book I was reading! He started to read it again. By the time Harry returned Draco was so wrapped up in the book didn't even notice.
"Like it?" Harry asked.
Draco looked up shocked, he didn't know Harry was there. "Yeah, look I'm going to back to my room. So why don't we pretend this never happen? "
Harry was disappointed inside, but he didn't show it. "I was thinking the same thing. See you around."
Draco nodded at him and stiffly walked back to his own room. Harry fell back on his bed. "It smells good," he sniffed the pillow Draco had been lying on. "Didn't think Draco would smell so good."
Harry rolled over and hugged the pillow closest to him. It was great at Grimmuald place. He could be himself. Not Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Everyday at Hogwarts was an act, he smiled and laughed and pretend everything was fine, pretended the nightmares would go away. He was His father to all the professors, he got in a little trouble, but he was the perfect boy.
"Wonder what life's like in Slytherin. Maybe I should have listened to the damn hat. I would be friends with Draco now, why do I want to be friends with him?! It's Malfoy! But…He's changed. I'm sure he has. But I kinda wish he was still here."
Back in his own room Draco was also on his bed, sobbing. "Weak weak weak! You can't even help yourself! Stupid!" He snuggled into Harry's robe. "It's smells like him, he smells good too."
Draco lay back on his bed thinking. How can I be less like my father? I'll dye my hair! That's perfect! Draco immediately got out of bed and slowly tumbled to the bathroom. His head was spinning violently. His wand was on the floor. He picked it up and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was longer. He murmured a spell and his hair turned black. He admired himself in the mirror and grinned.
He fell to his knees suddenly and cried out. He curled up on the color clutching his stomach. The blonde crawled over to the toilet and vomited violently. Ammonia he thought. He emptied the contents of his stomach and then leaned back against the wall, shaking. He crawled over to his bed and lay down in the pillows, praying that tomorrow would change.
In the morning Draco changed into black pajama bottoms and a dark blue sweater. In the mirror he noticed that his hair was still black. It looked good. In fact it was perfect. Draco half fell down the stairs, once he reached the first floor he fell.
"Draco are you alright?"
Draco looked up to see Torri coming out of the kitchen. "Yeah fine," he said. he attempted to get to his feet but fell again.
"Draco you look really pale." Torri commented as she helped him up. Once on his feet Draco's knees once again gave away. This time she reached under his arm and held him up. "Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Your so skinny, may I know your secret?" she joked.
Throwing up, not eating, and nightmares. "I was born perfect," he exclaimed superciliously. Torri laughed and deposited him on the couch.
"I'll bring you some food."
She came back with two plates of hot pancakes. "Where is everyone else?" Draco asked.
"They went to get some more movies and stuff." Torri explained with her mouth full. Draco laughed at her. "Don't laugh at me!"
The blonde laughed harder. "I'm laughing with you!"
"Oh your asking for it!" said Torri as she tickled him mercilessly. Draco pushed her off the couch and fell on top f her. "Draco! You fattie get off!"
The blonde laughed harder and tickled her mercilessly. "Oh it's my turn now! Didn't you just say I was skinny?!"
"I changed my mind, oh wait Vh1 top 20 is on!" Torri said. Draco actually stopped tickling her and then he laughed.
"You have no attention span!"
"Did you know a goldfish as an attention span of 3 seconds!"
Draco laughed harder and rolled off her laughing. She turned on the tv and growled. "Draco I missed it! you little prat!"
She leapt on him and soon they were rolling around tickling each other. Draco finally told her he was going back to his room.
"Fine, leave me all alone," Torri reached forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek before returning to the Tv. A very shocked Draco made his way up the stairs and then nearly sprinted to his room, his head spinning, he barely reached the toilet when the pancakes came up, along with a lot of red stuff.
Finally Draco threw himself in bed. He was shaking again. He shivered violently and pulled himself under the covers. He spent the rest of Saturday there.
On Sunday morning, with his stomach growling. He went downstairs again. This time he fell on the second floor landing and tumbled the rest of the way down. He once again got to his feet and winced. His looked in the mirror across the hall. There was a big bruise on his cheek. And he suspected his had a few bruises elsewhere.
"You dyed our hair!" said Oreo when she saw him. "here's some food, why?"
"I just felt like it." Draco said giving her a kiss.
"Draco where'd you get that bruise!" Oreo asked worriedly. He shrugged.
"I tripped, it's fine Oreo!"
She sighed but just left him alone. Draco ate quickly went back upstairs very slowly. He didn't make it to his room. He passed out on the third floor landing. He was found when Sirius Black came out of his room.
"Draco!" he yelled. The blonde awoke quickly.
"I'm sorry," Draco murmured panicked, "I won't do it again,"
"You didn't do anything wrong Draco, look I'm going to take you back up to your room, did you just fall asleep?"
"No, I tripped and hit my head."
Sirius looked worried. "You don't have a concussion do you?"
"No, I'm fine." Said Draco as Sirius carried him back up to his room. he put Draco in his bed, the boy fell asleep instantly. Sirius looked at him worriedly form the door, but finally went down stairs for breakfast.
Monday morning
Draco slid out of the bed again. He had a very bad dream that night. His father again. He changed clothes. Everyone was used to his black hair. Sirius even said he liked it. Draco met up with Torri outside his room.
"Hey Draco erm…doing ok?"
He nodded. Torri was smoothly down the stairs while Draco stumbled frequently and fell once. Torri said nothing, but just slid herself under his arms and helped him down. She hates me now, because I'm so pathetic. I'm such a freak. He thought. When they reached breakfast Draco ate nothing. His stomach couldn't take it. the dizzy spells were worse now. Hermione had said nothing to him, Harry pretended he didn't exist.
Draco now co-existed with the house. No one really talked to him, but he knew they talked and laughed with each other , when he wasn't there. Draco took a sip of coke and realized it was to much immediately. He tried to get upstairs but he didn't make it. at the foot of the stairs he vomited violently.
Sirius heard him, he was followed by Harry. Draco was crying softly, the bile burned, he could tell there was more of the red stuff. "Jesus Christ Draco!" Harry yelled.
He ran over to him and held him as he vomited. "It's ok Draco, just breathe,"
Draco fell back onto Harry crying. Harry pulled a pack of altoids from his pocket and popped a few into Draco's mouth. Draco was shaking violently. "Draco?"
"No, I'm sorry, please don't! I'm sorry, I'm sorry don't hurt me." He whimpered.
"Shush, Draco, it's Harry? Please answer me!"
"Harry, am I bothering you? I'm sorry I don't wanna be in you way, I'll clean it up. I'm going away now." Draco got up unsteadily and cleaned up the vomit. Draco ran up the stairs.
Sirius and Harry talked about I late into the night. Draco didn't leave his room at all. Sirius and Harry didn't know what to do. Sirius figured Draco was fine, but Harry knew he wasn't and he didn't want to betray Draco's trust, but he was quickly realized that Draco was seriously sick.
Tuesday morning.
Draco heard Oreo calling him for breakfast. He changed into a pair of scrubs and a loose long sleeved blue shirt. He fell outside his door. Again he got up. He fell back into the wall and moaned. He was so dizzy, it was getting worse. He coughed violently, and he fell to floor unable to breath. When he could finally breath again he looked at his hands, they were covered in blood.
He wiped then on the inside of his shirt. He stumbled to the top of the stairs and then his blacked out. Down he tumbled, down two flights of stairs. His body was sprawled on the second floor landing. He opened his eyes a winced. His head was pounding. He started to couch again, blood spattered on the stairs. He crawled down the stairs and the fell flat on his face.
Using the banister he got to his feet and fell again. He felt the tender scabs over his cut breaking, he gasped in pain as he rolled down. Once he reached the bottom he coughed again and again. And he got to his feet, this time he blacked out and fell right on his face.
He woke up again and stumbled into the kitchen using the walls to support himself. He sat down on the bar stools around an island table in the kitchen. Oreo smiled at him. He didn't hear what she said.
"Draco? Draco answer me!" she cried.
"Yes, what Oreo?"
"Draco, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just kind of dizzy…" he fell of the bar stool and heard some scream Draco. When he woke up he was on the couch. Oreo, Sirius and Remus were above him. "move!"
He leaned off the couch and vomited. He thought he was throwing up his insides. He didn't notice Hermione screaming. He leaned back against the couch trembling. The vomit was dark red, it looked like blood.
"Draco what happed?!" Torri shrieked. He looked down at his shirt and noticed fuzzily that his shirt was nearly soaked with blood, he looked at his leg, the thigh but was bleeding as well.
"Your so stupid Draco!" Harry yelled. "Your killing yourself, you idiot." He stepped over the bloody vomit and sat on the couch, he gathered the trembling Draco in his arms.
"Harry? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I…I," Draco couldn't speak. Oreo was screaming at Bill saying she thought the cuts weren't that bad. Torri sat down on the couch with Harry whispering in a soothing tone in his ear. Hermione was screaming at Remus and Sirius to do something. "Call sev, he…He'll help."
Everyone was silent. Hermione stared to scream again. Remus and Sirius went over to the fire. Oreo resumed screaming at Bill. Draco threw up again.
Harry was yelling at him, then he blacked out again.
A/N: another cliffie! Hehe…..don't hurt me!