Draco's POV
As soon as Draco was out of the potions classroom his emotions started raging and he started to get angry. He blamed his Mother and Father on the fact that he had no idea what to do when Ron tried to help him clean his face because they never did that for him. And draco was FEELING something for Ron. Not just the usual hate but something different.
'Am I going soft?!' Draco thought on his way to the slytherin common room. He figured that there wasn't much point in going back to class because it was almost over anyways and he had a spare block after. Draco then figured that he would walk around and find someone to bully instead so he could get some anger out.
After wondering the corridors for a while he got bored and sat down against a wall in a deserted corridor. Draco rolled up his sleave to reveal a purple bruise on his wrist and a few cut marks. He remembered how they both got there very vividly.
It was a few weeks before school and Draco's Father was very mad about Draco buying the wrong book for school accidently. Draco got very mad about his Father yelling at him for something so stupid and he yelled back at his Father calling him a "big git". Mr Malfoy raged and grabbed Draco by the wrist causing the bruise and yelled in Draco's face how worthless he thought he was. He then slapped draco in the face and dropped him to the ground. Kicking Draco, he yelled some more about Draco being worthless and a stupid little bastard.
As soon as the beating was over Draco went up to his room and trashed it by kicking things over, throwing things around and smashing things. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears from the anger that was rising in him. He picked up a small glass dragon and smashed it on the floor. Then he picked up a sharp peice of the glass off the floor and started to cut away at the white flesh of his wrist.
The feelings of that night came rushing back to Draco. He had felt so worthless. It was as if there was no point in living any more. there was no point in trying to make his Father happy anymore. He would only beat Draco more anyways. There was a feeling of great pain, anger and depression that washed over Draco. Tears from his anger rolled down his cheeks and for once, he didn't care. Draco's Father would never stop beating him. The pain would never go away. He felt like noone would ever accept him for who he was. No one would ever care that he was hurting under the anger. The feeling of being lost and out of control would never go away. Draco had had enough.
Draco hated his father for making him feel so worthless and dumb. He hated himself for believing that he was worthless and dumb. He hated his mother for not doing anything in the times that she had seen Mr Malfoy beat on Draco. But most of all, he hated Ron for making him feel these painful feelings again. He got the feeling of anger rising in him again and the tears started to pour out more.
But as Draco thought about Ron he couldn't help but remember the faint feeling of comfort when he had tryed to help Draco. And the sort of warm feeling he got when ron had looked at him the way he did. Draco even felt a little sorry for pushing Ron off him life that.
"But this is Ron Weasley for BLOODY SAKE! The stipid git that hates you! And you hate him!!! Why the hell would you get comfort out of someone like that?!" Draco said out loud to himself. He regreted it right away as well. There was someone coming.
"Who's there?" Said a voice. And that voice sounded just like Ron Weasley.
'Oh great.'