A/N: Sorry it's taken me so fucking long to update. Damn, I'm horrible. Okay, so the first few weeks I didn't update because I was going through some major issues involving family and friends. My uncle had just gotten surgery to remove cancer and thankfully he's completely cancer-free now. But then my friend found out he got cancer so things've been pretty rough. But that was a while back and then my next excuse is I thought I didn't want to continue this story. I wasn't going to for about a month and then today I just decided to continue it. So, here we are. I've gotten way better about updating, where I update at least once a week. Anyway, enjoy the story and hope it was worth the terribly long wait.

A/N#2: This story is dedicated to John Holohan. He's the drummer from Bayside (I got the lyrics in my first chapter from one of their songs and same with the title of the story) Anyway, he died a few weeks back, so I've decided to dedicate my stories to him. If you want details and such on him, look up my other story "Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying". I talk all about him in my A/N of chapter six.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing pertaining to Harry Potter, except my ticket stub from GoF that I saw last night! AHH!

Warnings: Lemme see…in this chapter there's some language, hmm…and references to a male/male relationship. That's pretty much it, I think.

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Chapter Three: I'm Weak Inside (Against All Authority)

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Snape and Harry were running as fast as they possibly could, which, surprisingly for Snape at least, was pretty damn fast. They dashed through the Slytherin common room, shocking quite the number of students, but only caring about reaching the boys' dormitories in time. Snape burst into Draco's room with Harry not far behind. Harry nearly collided with Snape as the Potions professor stopped dead in his tracks.

Harry peered past Snape to see what was wrong.

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Draco cut three deep slits on both of his wrists. He looked down at the blood rushing out through teary eyes. He couldn't hold them back anymore. He fell to the ground, sobs, once again, escaping from his mouth. As Draco cried his soul out, he forced the tears back once more, making himself become composed. He stood back up, wiped the tears from his face, and waited, just like last time.

He started to grow dizzy, swaying back and forth, but determined to stay up. He had to stay strong through this, and go down proudly. His whole world was crumbling and he still had that Malfoy pride. During the last moments of his consciousness, he heard his door slam open and vaguely saw his godfather and the man he loved run into his room.

He then fell into a sweet abyss of black as he collapsed.

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Harry peered past Snape to see what was wrong. Draco was swaying back and forth, and looked like he was just about to pass out. Snape and Harry were both in shock, just staring at the blonde. But, when Draco began to fall, Harry ran at lightning speed to catch him.

Harry managed to catch him right before he hit the ground, and Snape rushed over to both of them. Before anything else was to be done, they would have to take care of Draco's wounds. Snape knew there wasn't enough time to make it to the Hospital Wing, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He cast a few healing spells on Draco's wrists, then levitated him in order to take him to the Potions classroom.

Fortunately, since Snape is not a favored teacher, the Potions class that Harry and Snape ran out on had long since left, leaving the room empty and making it much easier to help Draco.

Snape set Draco down on one of the tables and ran off into his office. While Snape was gathering potions for Draco, Harry stood next to the unconscious beauty, holding his hand as if his life depended on it. When Snape returned, he began working at lightning speed. He rushed about, administering all sorts of potions, most of which Harry had no clue as to what they were.

After a few minutes of Snape's antics, the older man started barking orders at Harry, although he was still at his rushed pace. Harry was so lost in his thoughts, concerning Draco no doubt, that he barely caught what Snape was ordering him to do. "Potter! Go get Dumbledore. Now!"

Harry quickly nodded his head before running out of the classroom. He ran all the way to Dumbledore's office and upon reaching it, realized he hadn't a clue as to what the password was. Instead of standing there listing all assortments of candy, Harry decided to yell and scream for Dumbledore to come out of his office.

Needless to say Harry's yells caught quite a bit of attention, especially since his most of his calls consisted of something like, "Dumbledore get your ass down here this fucking instant!" Even though most professors would've reprimanded Harry severely for his words, Dumbledore just popped out of his office calmly, twinkling eyes and kind smile firmly in place.

"Harry, m'boy, whatever seems to be the problem?" Dumbledore asked, acting as if Harry's actions were completely normal.

Harry's response was a very quick, and loud, "Draco. Potions classroom. Go! Now!" With that, Harry began his trek back to the Potions room, not even looking back to see if Dumbledore was following.

Dumbledore was following, luckily, and was running at an extremely fast speed considering how incredibly old the Headmaster was. Dumbledore obediently followed Harry to the Potions classroom, and ran up to Snape as soon as he stepped foot in the room.

"Severus, what's going on?" The old wizard asked, not even out of breath after running such a great distance as such a great speed. Snape didn't look away from his work on Draco as he answered, "Draco's cut himself. Again."

Harry noticed Snape's speed in working waver as he admitted Draco's actions. He stopped completely, if only for the briefest of moments, before blinking and returning to fixing his godson up.

As Harry fell back into his swirling thoughts of the unconscious blonde, he was yet again brought back by an order directed at him. This time, it was Dumbledore nearly yelling at Harry to retrieve Madame Pomfrey.

Harry was slightly shocked at how strained the old man's voice was. Dumbledore's voice was always smooth, sweet and calm, but right now, Harry couldn't hear the faintest trace of any of those traits. Without anymore hesitation, Harry bolted out of the classroom again.

He ran at a furious pace, not winded at all by running so much already today. He made it to the Hospital Wing in no time, and promptly began screaming yet again.

"Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfrey! Get the fuck out here now!" Unlike Dumbledore, as Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, she had a harsh look on her face, immediately reprimanding Harry for using such a tone with a professor. Harry ignored her scolding and began yelling at her again.

"No time! We have to get to the Potions classroom, immediately!" As Harry turned to run out of the Hospital Wing, he was stopped by a hand grasping his wrist. He turned back to see Madame Pomfrey with a grave look on her face.

"No, we'll floo there." Without another word, the usually cheerful medi-witch pulled Harry into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and just about screamed out, "Potions classroom!" Harry's world spun, and he soon found himself back in the cold dungeons.

Madame Pomfrey quickly rushed over to the other professors, asking what was going on. Snape visibly gulped, apparently unable to repeat what Draco had done. Luckily, Dumbledore noticed and said to the witch, "Draco's had an accident," hoping that Madame Pomfrey would understand what he meant by accident. "He's lost a lot of blood," Dumbledore finished up.

It took a moment until comprehension dawned on the woman's face. She cleared her throat, a crestfallen look upon her face. She shook herself, hopefully shaking off some nerves, and began casting spells upon the motionless body before her.

Harry walked up next to the table, lacing his fingers with Draco as he held his hand. Harry just stayed like that for some incomprehensible amount of time, and he really didn't matter how long he was there. All he was thinking about was Draco. How could I be so fucking stupid? I almost lose him once, but no, that's not enough to give myself over to the love I feel for him. Now, he might die. Another death, brought on by me.

As Harry stood there, holding hands with his love and occasionally brushing back some stray hair on the blonde's forehead, everyone else continued to work furiously. Luckily, Snape didn't have anymore classes for the rest of the day, so the professors were able to concentrate on helping Draco without any interruptions.

They worked for hours, giving Draco all sorts of potions and casting a plethora of spells. Eventually, Draco was stable enough for them to rest for the night. As everyone left, Dumbledore looked back at Harry, who was still standing next to Draco, continuing to hold his hand.

"Harry, you need to go to bed," the Headmaster said soothingly, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. Dumbledore just then noticed the tear tracks down the young wizards face, and his red puffy eyes.

"I-I can't leave him. Not now…Not ever again…" Harry managed to stammer out his response, fresh tears falling past his cheeks. Dumbledore looked at Harry, eyes full of concern.

"Harry, you need rest, and I'm not sure if Severus would like you staying-" The old man was cut off by the sound of Snape's weary voice.

"Let the boy stay, Albus. I know what it's like to lo-lose someone, or to have the love of your life on the death's door. It's fucking torture. Not knowing if you'll ever be able to talk to them again. Just..." Snape swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. "Just let him stay."

Dumbledore looked at Snape, grief and understanding filling his eyes. "Alright, since it's alright with you." Harry's features showed the slightest bit of relief, but worry still marring his features considerably. "Just, please Harry, try to get some rest." With that, Dumbledore was gone, patting Snape comfortingly on the back as he walked out of the classroom.

Snape glanced back at the two boys, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he turned around and left the room.

Harry stared down at Draco, completely losing the restraint he'd been using all day long. He fell to the ground, his hand still entwined with the other boy's, sobs ripping out of his throat.

"Draco…I'm so…so sorry…I love you…please baby…come back…" Harry gasped out pleas as he continued to cry loudly. Harry began shaking with the sheer force of his sobs, wishing with all his might that Draco would be okay. Harry cried for hours, eventually passing out from exhaustion just as the sun started to rise.

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As he entered the room, he saw the sleeping form of Harry on the floor. The boy was in curled up in a ball, in a semi-seated position as he leaned against the table. His arm was awkwardly stretched above his head, his hand still grasping Draco's.

Snape walked over to the raven-haired boy and gently shook his shoulder. "Potter, Potter wake up." Harry mumbled a bit, and slowly regained consciousness. His head snapped up quickly, his eyes darting wildly. As his sight landed on the Potions professor, he frantically asked, "Is Draco okay?"

Snape's heart twinged as he looked at the love-stricken boy; all Harry cared about was Draco. "He's fine, don't worry. I just woke you up to tell you to go back to your room and get some rest. I'll watch over Draco."

Harry's eyes filled with tears. "I can't. I won't leave him. I'm staying this time." Harry's last sentence came out a whisper; he was talking to himself more than Snape.

The older man sighed. "Alright, but at least pull up a chair to sit in." Harry obeyed and put a chair next to the table Draco was lying on. He immediately latched his hand onto the other boy's when he sat down. Tears were trickling down his face once again, not that he seemed to notice.

Snape looked at the completely and utterly exhausted boy before him. "Potter, go back to sleep. I'll take care of Draco. Just sleep, now. Everything will be alright."

Harry allowed himself to relax somewhat from Snape's soothing words. His eyes drooped as he started wavering between a state of being awake and a state of sleeping. The latter won, and Harry's eyes slid closed as he gave into sweet sleep.

Snape conjured a pillow and blanket, carefully placing the pillow behind Harry's head and covering him with the blanket. He was about to do the same for Draco when he noticed that Harry had already done it sometime during the night before.

The professor checked over his godson, looking for any signs that would help determine the boy's condition. Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey dropped by shortly after, both looking Draco over for any signs, as Snape was unable to figure anything out before.

Snape paced the room as the two other adults finished checking over Draco. After a few minutes, he turned to them expectantly. "Well?"

Dumbledore responded quickly. "He should be okay. His blood level is only a little below average now, so the only remaining question is when he'll regain consciousness." Snape sighed with almost unbearable amounts of relief as Madame Pomfrey surveyed the room, realizing that it was no place to keep an unconscious boy.

"Shouldn't we move him to the infirmary?" Dumbledore didn't respond for a while, seemingly debating with how to answer that question. Before he had time to respond, though, Snape spoke up. "It might be more comfortable for Draco if we did, but I'd rather not wake Potter up so we could move him. Potter did not get more than an hour's sleep last night. After Potter wakes up, though, we could move Draco to the infirmary."

Dumbledore looked between Snape and Madame Pomfrey saying, "Well, that settles it. Draco will stay here until Harry wakes up. If Draco hasn't regained consciousness by then, we'll move him to the Hospital Wing."

Madame Pomfrey left shortly after, leaving some potions of her own for Snape to administer later on. Dumbledore was about to leave, before his eyes filled with concern again, and he motioned for Snape to sit down as he sat down himself. "Severus, are you okay?"

Snape looked down, unsure on how to answer the question. Snape hardly let down his cold mask, but whenever Dumbledore was questioning him, he knew it was of no use to try and hide his emotions.

"No, not really. I don't know how I could be. With everything going on with Draco, and this is bringing back some pretty harsh memories of…him." Snape tried desperately to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I know it's hard, Severus. Losing him so long ago only to lose him again. But Draco will be fine; we just have to make sure that he doesn't try to end his life ever again." Snape shuddered as Dumbledore brought up Draco's suicide attempts.

"Albus, thank you. It's been really rough lately, and I just want to thank you for helping me through it all. You don't know how much I appreciate it."

"Severus, I will always be here for you. You are like a son to me; I would never turn my back on you." Dumbledore gave a warm smile as Snape brushed back a few tears that managed to escape his eyes.

"Well, let's not get all mushy, I am a hard-assed bastard, apparently."

Dumbledore quirked a grin at this and said, "And who, pray tell, says that?"

Snape gave a light laugh as he responded with, "Nearly all the school's population, teachers included." Dumbledore chuckled and stood up to leave. Snape stood as well, and as Dumbledore exited, he gave another reassuring pat on the other professor's back and saying, "Cancel your classes for the day; you need the rest and it wouldn't do at all to have people come to class with an unconscious Draco and a Harry suffering from a severe mental breakdown in your room." Snape nodded and watched as Dumbledore left the room.

After Dumbledore left, Snape cast a few more spells on his godson, and administered the potions Madame Pomfrey gave him. He pulled a chair up next to the table holding Draco, opposite Harry, and just sat there, thinking.

Snape's thoughts once again were consumed by Draco's well-being and memories of his former lover. After a while, though, Snape's exhaustion caught up with him. His eyes grew heavy as he slipped in and out of a semi-conscious state. Not before long, the older man was slumped in his chair, fallen into a deep sleep.

Harry woke up a while later, taking in his surroundings. He noticed Snape asleep in the chair across from him and was about to wake him, but thought otherwise as he saw the professor's forehead creased with worry and exhaustion evident on his face. Harry's hand was still clutching Draco's, and although his hand was extremely cramped, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Yet again, Harry's eyes filled with tears. As the first few tears slipped down his face, quiet sobs escaped his throat. Forgetting Snape was there, Harry began whispering to his unconscious love.

"Draco, sweet sweet Draco. I'm so sorry. I fucked up so…so bad. I-I didn't, no couldn't comprehend how much I was hurting you. I…thought it was for the best if we went our separate ways. I don't know why, but I really believed it would be better if we weren't together. But I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong." Harry's voice was now coming out in short gasps, sobs disrupting the flow of his words. He continued to speak, though.

"I love you…so much. So unbelievably much. I'm such a fucking idiot. I can't believe I caused this. I caused you to…want to die. How-how could I let this happen? Y-you are the world to me, and I c-can't live without you. How fucking stupid of me to try to do so. You could've died. Shit, you wanted die. And it's all my fault. My entire fucking fault."

Harry couldn't talk anymore, sobs taking over completely. Harry's head was facedown on the desk, nuzzled next to his and Draco's entwined hands. With his face down, Harry didn't notice the tears falling down the fully awake Potions professor, or the fact that the man quickly left the room, leaving Harry with complete privacy.

Harry did notice, however, the slight tightening of grip from the hand he was holding. Harry gasped, looking up just in time to see Draco's eyes flutter open.

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xox-Rachelle-oxo: Thanks for the review, and I can't apologize enough for taking so damn long. Hey, at least I decided to continue the story, right?

Sly: I know, I'm horrible. But, hey, notice the fluttering of eyes and gripping of the hand by Draco. So, he's not dead. And I must apologize for taking sooooo horribly long to update. Tis whorish of me, really.

Jujube: It's gettin' there to be better for 'em. Sorry about the lack of updating soon, but as you can see with my other story, I'm getting on track with the whole updating regularly thing. So, I just have to do the same with this one and s'all good.

Ruri-Ruri Hoshino: I know, I put Draco through all sorts of shit. Even in my other story, he almost dies. I'm just so mean to him. And sorry sorry sorry for taking so long to update, I'll do better next time, I promise.

famin: Hmm…a cool and creepy story, me like. Yes, I try to add in a bit of humor every now and then, so it's not completely drama-packed. Sorry for taking forever-time to update, tis horrible of me, I know.

Mely Bellatrix Julietta Spyko Mee: I know, poor Draco. He goes through so much. And I do enjoy Snapey-wapey too (that's my nickname for him…teehee) And look at the twist involving Snape's love life. Ooh, tres interresante! Thanks for the review and I WILL NOT TAKE SO LONG TO UPDATE NEXT TIME.

Wykked As Syn: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Yeah, I didn't do so much with the update soon…so, I'll be sure to do that next time.

Kittery: I know, you'll find with my stories I tend to love writing cliffies. They're just sooo much fun to use! AHH! But tis truly mean of me when I have a cliffie like that and take so damn long to update. Won't happen next time, though, mark my words.