hellowa! i am sooooo sorry it took soooo long for this one but my internet broke again! cookies to everyone! mwa! now this chapter does have some funny bits but it is sooo sad! read and find out!

Chapter 9: Never leave

Dumbledore was casually walking down a corridor quietly humming a happy tune to him self. In a state of complete peace with him self and the world around him he came across a door, which he had only seen once before. Curiosity getting the better of him he decided to check it out. He walked up to the door and opened it; it let out a slight creek. As he walked further into the room his eyes met a curious sight.

Letting out a cough, he awoke the two boys causing them to jump to their feet whilst trying to cover their privates.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, I believe breakfast is in half an hour, I assume you don't want to miss it." With that he left the room closing the door, again with a creek. Smiling to himself he mumbled, "About bloody time!"

Evening had come and Draco was in the Slytherin common room. Everyone else had gone to bed, as it was 11:59. Draco on the other hand could not sleep so was reading his potions book. After about half an hour of reading he soon got bored of it though so decided he would go for a long relaxing walk. He grabbed his cloak and set off for the brick wall which concealed the slytherin entrance.

It was a cold outside, just as Draco liked it to be. He took the long walk up to the lake to his favorite spot, hidden amongst the trees. He found the nice clear spot where he lay down and looked up at the stars. They seemed to send off a certain power of calm and relaxation to Draco, which was why he came to this particular spot every time he had problems. He took this time to think about certain things that had been playing on his mind. Certain things like, 'what will happen when my father finds out? What would he do? Would he go far enough as killing me?' Draco shook his head in disbelief, 'No he wouldn't do that, would he? But he certainly is capable of it. What if he kills Harry! NO I won't let him do that!'

While he was thinking this he was oblivious to the sound of footsteps coming towards him. In fact he only noticed someone had arrived when the person was standing right above him looking down at him…what was it? Hatefully?

"Hello Malfoy."

"How? How did you know I was here?" Draco asked, curious as to how someone had found him in his excluded point.

"I stole Harry's marauders map" at the look of Draco's puzzlement he added "a little nifty map that shows where everyone in Hogwarts is, he won't notice it's gone." Explained the person with a smirk that would have made Draco proudunder different circumstances.

"Well why would you want do all that just to find me anyway? I'm not that special, am I?" Draco questioned getting a little bit anxious as to what this person was intending to do. Hidden intentions are always just below the surface and here they were becoming quite visible.

"Well Malfoy, I believe we have some…things to sort out."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he was getting more and more uneasy at every sentence being said.

Ron closed in on Draco, "Like I don't know…my dear friend Harry perhaps?"

The next thing Draco knew was that Weasley was ramming him into a tree. Now Ron looked harmless enough but over the summer he had grown quite tall and muscular. He could see why that mudblood had fallen for him- he forced those thoughts out of his head, now wasn't exactly an appropriate time.

With the force from the attack Draco was in immense pain: his back and head had connected with the tree with a loud thump, a stump of a branch was sticking into his back making it even more painful. Through these sudden sensations he had begun to feel a bit dizzy from the blow. Due to the fact that he hadn't fully regained himself as of yet, it is to say that he wasn't in the least bit prepared for Weasley's fist when it collided with Draco's chin.

Pain seared through his jaw, which had turned from a pale porcelain to an angry scarlet. A small, salty trail of blood was now trickling from the side of his mouth.

"Why are you doing this? We have no reason to fight!" muttered Draco, looking timidly up at Weasley.

In the distance thunder started to rumble and gentle rain started to fall on the boy's faces. (A/N sorry I couldn't resist )

"WHY? You're asking me WHY I AM DOING THIS? Well let's think shall we? There's just the slight matter of you taking my best friend away from me!" screamed Weasley over the now roaring sound of the rain and the thunder.

"That was your own fault! You didn't have to stop being his friend just because he's seeing me! I didn't do it so that you would hate him. I did it because I love him! Not everything things revolve around you Weasley!" Droplets of rain were now dripping from Draco's soaking hair onto his half pale, half scarlet face.

"It's not why you did it; it's the whole fact that you did do it that's the problem! You have always hated Harry since the first day you set eyes on him! Whereas I…I have always been there for him, I have stood there by his side through every death defying incident he's been through! I have been there when he falls and I was the one that helped him back on his feet! I have cheered him up when he's felling down! And you? You've just stood there sneering at him, mocking him for every little thing he does wrong, threatening him with your 'personal bodyguards!'

"But then for some unknown reason you decide one day that you want him, and of course being the precious, rich and oh so wonderful Draco Malfoy, son of a powerful Death Eater, you always get your way! So he goes running to you, while completely forgetting about me, his best bloody friend!" The tops of Ron's ears were now turning bright red, as was his face from screaming so loud, trying to be heard over the constant cracks of thunder.

Just then a flash of lightning lit up the place they were standing, causing a weird glow on their faces.

Draco snapped and suddenly he couldn't stand the other teen a second longer. "You just don't get it do you? I HAVE loved him ever since I first set my eyes on his beautiful body! Do you not remember that first day at Hogwarts? Waiting to go into the great hall? I asked him if he wanted to be friends. But he chose you over me! You can't even imagine how much that hurt. It broke my heart: it shattered!

"It felt like my soul was ripped from my body, I felt the complete and utter torture of hell running ramped through my only self. The feeling was continuous and each time it ran its course it made me want to die all over again. The pain was there every time I heard his voice, saw his face, felt someone around me mention his name! So off he went with you to have all those thrilling adventures that I so longed to do with him, instead just getting shoved aside like an old toy you got from some old person you don't even know." Angry tears were starting to fall from those beautiful grey eyes as he revised these memories he so longed to lose.

"So what else was I meant to than take all my hurt and anger against him, acting like I hated and loathed him when all the time it was eating away at my heart. What happened was I heard Harry was gay and then all I thought was yes, I might actually have a chance! And I did! So I took it and now he loves me just as much as I have loved him all these years! But however much you hate me don't take it out on Harry, he doesn't deserve to lose such a good friend like you." Draco finally finished his speech breathless and dripping from head to toe looking again timidly at Ron to see what his reaction would be.

Ron stood there looking at the ground, hair hanging loosely in front of his face dripping, shielding him from Draco so that he could only guess what he was thinking.

"You know what? You're right; he doesn't deserve to loose me." Draco looked up, sighing with relief, thinking he had gotten through to Ron. But boy was he ever wrong… "But you don't deserve him."

Draco's face changed from relief to horror.

"SECTUMSEPTRA!"

(A/N yeah I know I said that this took place before the 6th book but I just wanted to use that spell )

Deep, thick, gashes slashed across Draco's chest; blood began to seep through his white, already soaked shirt. He held his hand to his chest, lifting it slightly to see it covered in scarlet liquid. He began feeling dizzy and light headed.

Draco looked down at his chest then up at Ron "Why?" he whispered, finding it hard to breathe.

"Because I hate you, why else?"

With that, Ron turned on his heel and walked back to the castle leaving his enemy to bleed to death.

Harry awoke the next day rather abruptly due to a weird yet freaky nightmare. Sweaty and hot Harry decided he would go take a cold shower. He drew back the hangings and went to get up when he noticed something on his bedside table that wasn't there when he had gone to bed. He reached for his glasses and noticed it was a piece of parchment. On picking it up he realized that it was his marauders map /why is that there? I haven't used it for a while…so it should be in my trunk, and I doubt it got up and walked to my table/ Harry picked it up and went to go put it away but a weird feeling told him check it.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he muttered as the map started to appear. He did a quick glance: Dumbledore pacing in his office, Mrs. Norice prowling around on the second floor, Filch near, peeves on the third floor (probably causing havoc), Nearly-Headless Nick coming up towards the Gryffindor tower, and curiously Draco sitting up in a secluded space by the lake. He wondered what he was doing there so early; it wasn't even 5:00 am yet. He decided to put off his shower just until after he went to visit Draco, just check if he is all right, checking to see if he had had a really bad nightmare or something.

From a gap in his hangings Ron watched Harry leave out the portrait hole, letting out another evil smirk, "And so it begins…"

Harry trudged down the long walk to the lake where Draco should be. He took another quick glance over the marauders map. Yep he was still there. He had never realized that it took this long to get there. Every time he walked nearer it seemed to move away, making his journey longer. He started to jog, and then a sprint but still it didn't seem to get any nearer. His throat was getting dry and scratchy, he needed a drink. But after what seemed like ages he finally reached the spot. He walked over and saw something crumpled in a heap on the ground. He ran over to it and straight away recognized Draco's beautiful platinum blond hair.

"Oh god!"

He ran to Draco's side only to realize that blood completely covered his body. He rolled Draco over and soon discovered where the blood was coming from.

"No, no, no, come on Draco, don't do this, don't do this to me, don't leave me when I've only just got you. Come on Hun, wake up!"

Harry picked up Draco's cold, limp body and started running up to the castle. He finally got to the infirmary panting and out of breath.

"Madam Pompfrey, quick, help him!"

Madam Pomfrey came running out of her office at once and quickly examined Draco

"What happened to him?" questioned madam Pompfrey urgently.

"I-I-I dunno, I just found him there, lying completely still, covered in blood…covered..."

Tears started to spill down Harry's pale white cheeks as he finally realized what had just happened and what was going on.

"Sit down Harry, you're probably in shock…"

Harry sat dumbfounded on the bed next to Draco and stared into space as Madam Pompfrey tried as hard as she could to help Draco. "Rose, go get Dumbledore, now! It's not looking good!"

(A/N I just made up some random name as someone who works in the infirmary)

"What? What do you mean it's not looking good? No, you're not leaving me Draco, not now! Not ever!" Harry looked up desperately to Madam Pomfrey; "You can make him better! You can do anything! You even grew my bloody bones back! You can save him!"

Madam Pompfrey just looked at him with a face full of pity.

"DRACO!"

End Chapter

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