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Sploosh "ARGH, Harry, for Merlin's sake... Harry? HARRY!"
"Huh? Oh Ron, yes?" a very drowsy Harry Potter asked Ron as he lifts his face out of his porridge. Harry had fallen asleep in his breakfast, and ended up splashing his breakfast all over Ron.
"Harry you alright mate? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? You look like you've been to hell and back." Ron said, concern showing in his expression.
"Probably have been" Harry mumbled, but no one heard. "No Ron, I think I'll be fine." Harry spoke up loudly, taking a napkin and wiping the porridge out of his hair and off his face. 'Why am I still alive?' Harry thought bitterly as Ginny and Hermione sat down across from him at the table.
"Harry, stop playing with your food, you're getting very skinny, you need to eat" Hermione said, frowning at him as Harry moved the spoon around his bowl, thinking about anything other then shoving the lumpy goop down his throat.
"Not hungry, lemme 'lone" Harry said drowsily, who was ready to fall back to sleep. Ginny and Ron shared a glance, which Harry wanted to roll his eyes at but it would take to much effort, energy he did not have anymore. 'I don't have energy for anything anymore' He thought unhappily to himself.
"I'm going to get my books..." Harry said as he scurried out of the Hall, already tired of human contact. Harry had withdrawn a lot from his friends, he preferred to burry himself in homework or flying, where he could forget everything, just everything.
Everyone had noticed that Harry no longer took showers, but he couldn't be bothered to take a shower. It couldn't wash away anything, he remembered the night after IT happened, he had tried to wash himself clean, had rubbed his skin raw, but it was still there, underneath his skin, he couldn't escape.
"Slytherin's balls, Potter watch where you're going!" A voice snapped, throwing Harry out of his thoughts, and to the floor. Harry looked up dumbfounded at Malfoy, who was glaring at him. Harry just stared; not realizing it was freaking Malfoy out. "Come back to this world ScarHead" He drawled, snapping Harry out of his silence.
"Leave me alone" Harry grumbled before pulling himself up and brushing past Malfoy, who looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "What no insults?" He called after Harry who just started to run, really feeling like his day was down the shitter anyways.
Harry didn't want to go to his dorm, he didn't want to go to class, he just wanted to think clearly again. So he walked, he walked north and he walked east, he walked until he sat down on the ledge of window in an empty classroom and looked out the window at the clear blue sky. 'Its so nice outside, wish I could be here for the rest of my life' Harry found himself thinking.
Harry vaguely remembered closing his eyes, but he had no idea of what time it was. Harry opened his eyes to see a dark sky, and the torches burning brightly. Harry frowned, and wondered what time it was, but judging by how high the moon was up in the sky, it was probably midnight.
Harry walked down the corridor and heard giggling, sounded somewhat female. He followed the echoes to a closet, and realized with a slight blush on his face that it was a girl moaning "Draco" over and over again. "Malloy's getting some? Damn I feel sad' Harry sulked in his own mind, but decided he didn't want to know what kind of idiot would sleep with Malfoy. So Harry walked away from the closet and headed for where he thought he could get back to the tower.
While Harry walked down one corridor that cast lots of shadows he suddenly felt a hand move around his waist and a hand over his mouth. "Missed you, you have been avoiding me" The silky smooth voice said to Harry, who froze. 'NO GET OUT OF HERE' his inner voice said but his body became inactive, fear of what would happen coming over him.
When Harry felt a tongue move over the back of his neck he found his voice. "NO PLEASE STOP HELP PLEASE SOMEONE!" Harry bellowed, and felt someone hit him the back. Harry helped in pain and wished that he could die.
"Shut up Harry, you'll wake the whole school up. Now be nice and play along." The voice from the shadows said, and he felt his shirt being opened as his hands were tied to his back with rope from a spell.
"No please, stop" Harry started to sob, wishing he could fade into the shadows and get away from him. He felt his pants slip off and a hard erection press against his thigh, his sobs grew harder. "No it's going to happen again, why me?' Harry cried in his mind, afraid of what would happen if he yelled again.
Then Harry heard what seemed like music to his ears, footsteps. "Fuck someone's coming, we'll finish later Harry." The voice said before he felt the other boy leave him and the safety of the cold encircle him. Harry sobbed; he had been lucky for once, if just this once, the other boy had run away in fear of getting caught.
"I heard the cries over here" The voice of Snape came above the silence and Harry knew he had to get out of there. 'Fuck I don't want Snape to find me like this!' Harry thought, knowing he'd be in big trouble, even if he had just been saved from being raped again. He got up and pulled his pants back up, not bothering to button up his shirt before taking off down the corridor in the opposite direction.
Harry stopped when he heard silence all around, except the crackling of the torches. He kept sobbing, but it slowed down and eventually stopped. He walked through the castle until he got to the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Pink Teacup" Harry still didn't know who had thought that one up, but whoever it was, they were pretty sad, not that it mattered much, all he wanted to do was get into his bed and hide from the world, which he did do and the next morning he refused to get out of bed.
"Hermione, he won't come damnit!" Ron yelled in frustration, getting a glare from Madame Prince, the librarian.
"He skipped classes yesterday, it's the weekend and he won't come down, he's been skipping meals, and he doesn't even shower anymore. Ron Harry's not well we have to do something!" Hermione said, glaring back at Ron.
"I know okay? I just am ready to kill the bugger," Ron growled.
"So Potter needs a support group, wonderful. Does his attention seeking ever end?" A snarky voice said from behind them. They both glared at the blonde boy, ready to tell him off.
"Sod off Malfoy, you don't care so don't go sticking your nose in our business." Ron growled, ears turning red and knuckles growing white with the want to punch Malfoy in the face, right in the jaw.
"Firetop, I don't have to listen to you, I can stick my sexy nose in anyone's business." Malfoy said, smirking at Ron's red face and Hermione's frown and dead glare.
"Malfoy, leave us alone." Hermione said, read to go and slap him again.
"Malloy's don't take orders from Mudbloods, they're beneath us." Malfoy stated, being the total arrogant prick he was.
Ron would have started to try and beat the crap out of Malfoy, but Hermione held onto his arm tightly, pulling him into a chair. "Malfoy, just GO." Hermione said, trying to remain calm. Ron was desperately trying to break out of her grip, but he couldn't seem to manage it.
"Just tell me what the hell is going on with Potter. I ran into him the other day and he looked dead, not to mention he smelled!" Malfoy said, looking very bored and picking invisible dirt from his nails, Malloy's never have dirt under their nails of course.
"How should we know? He won't talk to anyone and he's shutting everyone out!" Ron said, getting worked up again about how Harry was ignoring them. Ron didn't like Harry's behavior; it hurt him that Harry wouldn't tell him what the fuck was wrong!
Malfoy raised his eyebrow. "So the following groupies no longer have a hold on Potter?" He asked, smirking at how Hermione sent him a death glare that should have killed him on the spot, and managed to restrain weasel from hurting himself too much.
"Malfoy. Leave. Now." Hermione said, ready to let all hell loose if Malfoy didn't leave any time soon. Malfoy just smirked, knowing he'd gotten to them.
"Fine, but do tell me when Potter offs himself, I need to throw a party in this dreadfully boring school." And with that he walked away, leaving to fuming Gryffindor's to their peace, finally.
Meh Im not to happy with this chapter but ohwell.