Very sorry this chapter took so long, I've been going through sirius
writers block lately. I am also sorry that it's so very short, but it's
important, and the next one should be better.
DISCLAIMER: I am but a penniless citar player who owns neither the characters nor the previous statement about me being a penniless citar player, so please, nobody sue me. *worships the goddess J.K.*
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"I would like to know," Snape started as he glided into the room after them and shut the door tightly, "what exactly it is you two are up to."
Harry and Draco looked at each other nervously.
"We don't know what you're talking about," Harry stuttered.
"Oh really? Then tell me this... why is it that you've been spending so much time together? I find it hard to believe that you've become," he paused a moment to shudder,"friends."
"Homework," Harry said suddenly.
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's a homework assignment, we've been forced to work together."
"I see," he looked at them suspiciously for a moment, "very well then, go back to class"
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"I just get better and better at this lieing thing," Harry stated smugly as they shut the door firmly behind them.
Draco nodded, looking a bit pale, "right, well I'll see you later, then."
"Okay..." Harry said, giving him a bit of a worried look, "meet before dinner in the bathroom, then?"
Draco nodded distractedly and walked away.
Harry stared after him for a bit before leaving for his own class.
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Draco's mind was whirling with a thousand thoughts, and the adrenaline rush of almost being caught was starting to wear off. Now he was just worried. What would everyone say if they found out? He didn't even want to think about his father's reaction. The thought was almost too much to handle.
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He slammed the door to his dormitory room shut and looked around for a moment. He would be alone for another few hours, everyone else was in class. He walked over to the bed and pulled something out from underneath the matress. He would have thrown it away with the rest if he'd remembered it was there at the time. He held it in his hand, marveling at how much power such a tiny object could hold over him.
What was the big deal, anyway? Why did anyone even care if he did it? They were only cuts... it wasn't like he was trying to die, so so what if he needed this? Yes, he could admit that he was addicted, and he didn't care, either. Everyone was addicted to something, so why should this be any different? It was just one more bad habit in a world full of them.
He hesitated, but only for a moment. The relief he felt as the cool blade sliced into his skin was unexplainable. If Harry knew the feeling this gave him, he wouldn't try to make him stop. It was the only thing that made him feel alive, or feel anything for that matter.
He sprawled out on the bed, closing his eyes and reveling in the moment. He must have fallen asleep, for some time later he awoke to the sound of the door banging open. Crabbe and Goyle stared, horror struck at the scene that lay before them.
Draco sat up wide-eyed, observing the dried blood everywhere. He must have cut deeper than he thought. He looked back at his two roomates, who seemed to be looking past him. He turned to find Harry laying beside him, still asleep, a large gaping cut running the length of his forearm.
He quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the two Slytherins, "you tell ANYONE about this and I'll hex you both out of existance, understand?"
They nodded, looking frightened.
"Good, then get out."
They scrambled toward the door, tripping over each other in their haste to leave. Draco turned to Harry and shook him roughly until he awoke. He stared blankly at the blond boy above him.
"Potter, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he practically screamed, shaking him a bit more.
Harry looked down at his arm, and then back up at Draco, and replied in a calm voice, "I made a decision while you were sleeping. Everytime you cut, I cut. now maybe you'll understand... you're not just hurting yourself. It's very selfish of you to think that."
Draco's mouth hung open in disbelief, "are you insane?"
"That's a little rich, coming from you," Harry replied, looking insulted.
"But you could have DIED! Look at how deep that cut is! If you would have pressed any harder you wouldn't be here right now."
"Yes, I suppose it's a little deeper than I expected," Harry tried moving his arm and found it caused excrutiating pain.
"Don't ever do that again," Draco said, a cold fury burning in his eyes.
Harry looked up, a bit surprised in the change of tone, "does that mean you're going to stop?"
"No."
"Well then neither am I."
"You don't understand..."
"I don't understand what?"
"It's different for you and me. You can stop whenever you want, but I..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.
"You what?"
"I need this!"
Harry looked startled, "no you don't... you don't need it at all. You can stop, and I'm going to help you-"
"Help me by causing more pain, is that it? Because that's what you're doing. Seeing that cut on your arm doesn't make me want to stop, it just makes me want to hurt myself more for hurting you."
"Draco, I'm sorry... I .. I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't! Nobody knows! Nobody understands what it's like. Why should you be any different?" Draco cried, that familiar pain in his eyes.
He stormed out of the room, leaving Harry all alone.
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and this would be the end of the chapter.
to audra: i changed my screen name and forgot your email adress, so could ya email me, and i'll give it to you? muchas gracias, and thanks for the reviews.
i bid you all fondue.
til we meet again.
DISCLAIMER: I am but a penniless citar player who owns neither the characters nor the previous statement about me being a penniless citar player, so please, nobody sue me. *worships the goddess J.K.*
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"I would like to know," Snape started as he glided into the room after them and shut the door tightly, "what exactly it is you two are up to."
Harry and Draco looked at each other nervously.
"We don't know what you're talking about," Harry stuttered.
"Oh really? Then tell me this... why is it that you've been spending so much time together? I find it hard to believe that you've become," he paused a moment to shudder,"friends."
"Homework," Harry said suddenly.
"I beg your pardon?"
"It's a homework assignment, we've been forced to work together."
"I see," he looked at them suspiciously for a moment, "very well then, go back to class"
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"I just get better and better at this lieing thing," Harry stated smugly as they shut the door firmly behind them.
Draco nodded, looking a bit pale, "right, well I'll see you later, then."
"Okay..." Harry said, giving him a bit of a worried look, "meet before dinner in the bathroom, then?"
Draco nodded distractedly and walked away.
Harry stared after him for a bit before leaving for his own class.
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Draco's mind was whirling with a thousand thoughts, and the adrenaline rush of almost being caught was starting to wear off. Now he was just worried. What would everyone say if they found out? He didn't even want to think about his father's reaction. The thought was almost too much to handle.
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He slammed the door to his dormitory room shut and looked around for a moment. He would be alone for another few hours, everyone else was in class. He walked over to the bed and pulled something out from underneath the matress. He would have thrown it away with the rest if he'd remembered it was there at the time. He held it in his hand, marveling at how much power such a tiny object could hold over him.
What was the big deal, anyway? Why did anyone even care if he did it? They were only cuts... it wasn't like he was trying to die, so so what if he needed this? Yes, he could admit that he was addicted, and he didn't care, either. Everyone was addicted to something, so why should this be any different? It was just one more bad habit in a world full of them.
He hesitated, but only for a moment. The relief he felt as the cool blade sliced into his skin was unexplainable. If Harry knew the feeling this gave him, he wouldn't try to make him stop. It was the only thing that made him feel alive, or feel anything for that matter.
He sprawled out on the bed, closing his eyes and reveling in the moment. He must have fallen asleep, for some time later he awoke to the sound of the door banging open. Crabbe and Goyle stared, horror struck at the scene that lay before them.
Draco sat up wide-eyed, observing the dried blood everywhere. He must have cut deeper than he thought. He looked back at his two roomates, who seemed to be looking past him. He turned to find Harry laying beside him, still asleep, a large gaping cut running the length of his forearm.
He quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the two Slytherins, "you tell ANYONE about this and I'll hex you both out of existance, understand?"
They nodded, looking frightened.
"Good, then get out."
They scrambled toward the door, tripping over each other in their haste to leave. Draco turned to Harry and shook him roughly until he awoke. He stared blankly at the blond boy above him.
"Potter, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he practically screamed, shaking him a bit more.
Harry looked down at his arm, and then back up at Draco, and replied in a calm voice, "I made a decision while you were sleeping. Everytime you cut, I cut. now maybe you'll understand... you're not just hurting yourself. It's very selfish of you to think that."
Draco's mouth hung open in disbelief, "are you insane?"
"That's a little rich, coming from you," Harry replied, looking insulted.
"But you could have DIED! Look at how deep that cut is! If you would have pressed any harder you wouldn't be here right now."
"Yes, I suppose it's a little deeper than I expected," Harry tried moving his arm and found it caused excrutiating pain.
"Don't ever do that again," Draco said, a cold fury burning in his eyes.
Harry looked up, a bit surprised in the change of tone, "does that mean you're going to stop?"
"No."
"Well then neither am I."
"You don't understand..."
"I don't understand what?"
"It's different for you and me. You can stop whenever you want, but I..." he trailed off, searching for the right words.
"You what?"
"I need this!"
Harry looked startled, "no you don't... you don't need it at all. You can stop, and I'm going to help you-"
"Help me by causing more pain, is that it? Because that's what you're doing. Seeing that cut on your arm doesn't make me want to stop, it just makes me want to hurt myself more for hurting you."
"Draco, I'm sorry... I .. I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't! Nobody knows! Nobody understands what it's like. Why should you be any different?" Draco cried, that familiar pain in his eyes.
He stormed out of the room, leaving Harry all alone.
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and this would be the end of the chapter.
to audra: i changed my screen name and forgot your email adress, so could ya email me, and i'll give it to you? muchas gracias, and thanks for the reviews.
i bid you all fondue.
til we meet again.