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Warning: mature themes of child abuse and self-harm. Read at your own risk
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Winter came quickly to the wizarding world, bringing snow and frost that coated the whole land. The days grew shorter and the nights longer, and the holidays were here again. As a result, all the days were spent in lessons, buying and wrapping gifts, playing Christmas games, and doing last minute homework. This meant that by the end of the day all of Hogwarts was exhausted.
And the saviour of the Wizarding world was no exception.
Harry entered his room with a groan and a sigh, shedding his tie and loosening his shirt. Stepping over the various items of clothing that were scattered about the place, he made his way towards his bed, flopping down on it, landing like a tonne of lead. Thank God he had ended up with a separate room this year; he would not have to listen to Ron snore or talk in his sleep all night. Dragging himself up to his pillow Harry closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep, too tired, to even get changed…
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSome time during the night, Harry became aware of something. Someone was gently shaking him, trying to wake him. That was not very nice! Grumbling "go away" he turned over on his side only to hear a whispered "Potter" leak into the nights silence. Giving an annoyed sigh, he turned back over and blinked his eyes open.
Two stark and staring eyes looked back at him. A pale face with light, silver hair was kneeling close to his bed. Harry blinked a few more times, before recognising the distinguishing features.
"Draco?" Harry sat up, shaking himself more awake, before casting a lumos spell, washing the whole room in yellow light, before turning back to the slytherin.
Draco looked paler then normal, and was shaking slightly. Before Harry could ask if he was ok, the blond boy spoke:
"Potter…Harry…P-please help m-me. There's t-too m-much it won't stop…I'm scared," he stuttered, before displaying his wrists to the golden boy.
Harry paled in shock. The boys left wrist was a bloody mass. The crimson liquid was cascading down the blonds arm, washing his hand in the dark liquid.
"Shit!" Harry gasped, before grabbing the nearest shirt off the floor and wrapping it around the other boys arm. Tightly wrapping the shirt around the arm, the Gryffindor raced to get his wand, and conjured up a bowl of warm water, some bandages and some magical medical sealant, from various things about the rooms. Thank god Madam Pomfrey decided to teach him how to look after his own injury's, since he always appeared to be getting them.
Levitating the bowl of water over to the bed, Harry helped the shaking blond to sit on the bed, wrapping him in the red and gold quilt.
Unwrapping the shirt, which appeared to have stemmed the bloody flow quite effectively, Harry set about to looking after the wound.
Washing off the blond gently with the water and a wash cloth, Harry saw many shallow and deeps cuts and slices threw the skin, some still weeping, but the biggest cut was at the top, by the elbow. A deep vicious gash, still lobbing blood forth. The flesh looked ugly and raw and Harry knew that the blond must be in complete agony. Washing the cuts as best as he could, Harry opened the medical sealant, and rubbed a thin layer over the deepest cut, effectively causing the cut to stop bleeding and begin to heal. Harry often compared the effects of the medical sealant to stitches, or a man-made scab only so much more painless. Cleaning the blonds arm one more time, Harry then began to bandage up the scared arm, noticing that the blond had stopped shaking.
Working more calmly then he had a few minutes ago, Harry finally began to take in the situation. Draco Malfoy had come to him bleeding and scared in the middle of the night. Harry did not know whether to think of it as a good thing, since Draco had come for help, or a bad think; that it would be so easy for Draco to really really hurt himself.
" I'm sorry," Draco whispered , " I did not want to disturb you, but there was so much blood, and I could not stop it and I got so scared and I could not go and get a teacher cos they would tell my parents and I remembered what you said so I just ran here, I did not even have the invisibility cloak and I did not know how to stop it and it hurt so much I ju-"
"Draco! Calm down. Its ok, it fine. I'll look after you. See, it's ok now, its stopped. The teachers need not know, its ok…" Harry continued to whisper nonsense words while raising up and taking Draco into his arms, rocking him back and forth.
"I can't do this anymore Harry. I thought I had it under control! B-but what if this happens again? What if my parents find out, what if any slytherins find out? What if they know I came to you for help! O god my life is such a fucking mess! What if someone finally notices the scars? What if I end up killing myself, what if they lock me away, what-"
"What if they sky should turn green and the grass turn blue? Don't worry. Everything will be fine now. No one will find out, and nothing will happen to you. I promise. But, I really think you should talk to a teacher about this. Then they could help you sort out what ever makes you want to do this to yourself," Harry advised.
Draco gave a snort. Tell a teacher why he did what he did? Ha! Tell them what his father did too him? What others did to him? Yeah right. Then he would go and poke Severus with a stick while he sleeps…
"I trust you will speak of this to no one. And um what can I do to repay you for your help?" Draco asked, all calm and collected.
"I don't want anything Draco," Harry said firmly.
Draco raised one eye brow and moved to look at Harry. Everyone wants something. And Draco always paid his debts. Mind you, Draco only ever had one thing to sell…
Holding the golden boys cheek firmly in his hand, Draco brushed his lips across the Dark haired boys, tickling the others bottom lip with his tongue. When the Gryffindor moaned the blond quickly began to trace a map of the others mouth. The gryiffindor was much to shocked to respond in anyway, and soon the blond moved away from the kiss.
Moving the Griffindors arms from around his frame, the slytherin walked towards the door.
" Consider the dept paid. Thanks for your help Potter. It wont happen again."
And with that the blond was gone leaving a confused and aroused boy on the bed.
And Harry felt a little part of him die.
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