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Chapter 4 – Starting over?

As we walked in to the Great Hall, I could hear people whispering about me. They were surprised at how much I had changed during the summer. I smiled inside at that, if they only knew how I had changed.

Suddenly I felt someone…different gaze upon me, and I instantly knew, without a doubt, that it was my mate. I scanned around the Hall to try and find him, but was interrupted by the fact that Blaise Zabini was suddenly yelling from the Slytherin table.

"DO NOT TELL ME THAT IT'S POTTER!" I turned around to stare at him, as was the rest of the student population. What the fuck was he yelling about?

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! DO NOT TELL ME THAT WE'VE SPENT TWO WEEKS LOOKING FOR FUCKING HARRY POTTER!" I could not believe it! Draco Malfoy was my mate! I watched as Malfoy got up and stormed out of the Hall. The urge to follow him was huge. But I couldn't, could I? As my entire being screamed to go after it's mate, I turned around to sit down when I caught Hermione's eyes.

"Harry, what are you doing? Go after him! He looked pretty pissed, and there is no telling what he might do if you don't get him to calm down. Now go!" She pushed me towards the door, so I grudgingly went after my mate.

When I finally caught up with him further down the corridor, he looked ready to blow, so I put my hand on his shoulder.

He turned around swinging, and his fist stopped just centimetres from my face. I quickly let go and backed away while shock ran through my veins. Suddenly I was transported back to the events of this summer, and I just sort of snapped. As I hit the wall I sank down in to a small huddle just shaking.

I watched as Potter got a look of panic on his face when he let go of my shoulder. He backed straight into the wall and just sort of broke down, shaking and covering his head with his hands. What the hell had happened to him? I walked towards him and was just about to lay my hand on his shoulder when a shout stopped me.

"Malfoy, what the bloody hell did you do to him!" I turned my head in the direction of the voice, and saw Granger and Weasley running towards me.

"I didn't do anything, Granger, he just got this panicked look on his face and ended up like this." I didn't really see the need of me explaining myself to the mudblood, but I was concerned by the fact that my mate didn't stop shaking.

Both Granger and the weasel threw me dirty looks and they bent down to Potter.

"Harry? It's ok, Harry. No one is going to hurt you, you can relax now." I heard Granger mumbling soothingly to my mate. What was wrong with him? I hadn't realized I had spoken out loud until Granger turned towards me and softly said;

"Harry was abused by his uncle this summer. When we went to see him two weeks ago for his birthday, we found him tied to his bed. He had been whipped and left for dead." As I took in the shock of what she had just said, she turned around to face Harry again. He had finally stopped shaking, but still had his arms over his head to protect himself.

"Come on, Harry. You can get up now, nothing is going to happen." I watched with fascination as Granger's mumbled phrases finally got Harry to stand up and let her place her arm around him. I could hear him ask her something with a soft voice. She frowned before answering.

"Of course he should know! Harry, he's your mate and he wants to take care of you."

Too right I did! I was beginning to find the idea of having Harry for my mate quite appealing. Looking him over for the first time, I realized that he had changed as well. His hair had grown and he had grown. His shoulders were broader and his eyes were now a piercing jade colour. He looked absolutely…gorgeous.

"So…how are you feeling, love?" I asked Harry, and got a glare in return.

"Don't call me that, Malfoy. I don't want anything to do with you, just leave me alone." He turned around to walk away, but stopped when he heard Granger's voice.

"Harry James Potter! You do not speak to your mate that way! You both need each other, I thought that you understood that?"

"I did understand that. But I don't want it to be him. Can't you understand that?" Harry sighed and looked down at the floor as he mumbled something.

"What was that? What did you say?" Granger placed her hands on her hips while staring him down. I could see my mate blush, and it made him look even more gorgeous to me.

"I said, that I wanted it to be someone who would love me for me, not my worst enemy."

"That hurts, you know. Yes, we were enemies, but now you're my mate and I l…"

"Don't say it! I don't want you to. Please, just don't say it. Let's just pretend that this never happened, ok? We'll just get on with our lives, and forget about it you hear? Now, I'm going to bed, and I don't want to hear another word about this, EVER!" With this he turned around and stomped away up to the Gryffindor dorm. I sighed and felt a wave of sorrow hit me. Then I got really angry at him for rejecting me.

"Who does he think he is, rejecting me!"

As I ran towards the Gryffindor dorm I started to cry. How could he do that? I just couldn't believe that I had to have Malfoy as my mate, and that he had called me 'love'. How dare he? After six years of tormenting me, he suddenly expected me to just forget that and be all lovie-dovie with him? Well, guess again! I wasn't going to go near him for the rest of the year, if I had anything to say about it! As I threw myself onto my bed the tears really started flowing. It was supposed to be a great thing, this mate business, but instead I got someone I hated? Fate really can be cruel sometimes.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione asked with a low voice as she snuck in to the boy's dorm.

"No, I'm not. Go away, I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I can't believe that you told him, Hermione. He shouldn't know. He's Malfoy, for Merlin's sake!"

"Harry, he is your mate, of course he should have known. And you do know, that if you do not accept him, you will both die because of unrequited love." I looked up at her with terror on my face.

"What? You never told me that! So you're saying that unless I accept this thing, I'm gonna die! Oh, my day just keeps getting better and better…"

"It's true, you are going to have to accept him, or you are going to die. And I don't want you to die, Harry. Not when you defeated Voldemort this summer."

"I'll…talk to you tomorrow, Mione, right now I just want to get some sleep, ok?"

"Ok, Harry. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Good night." She finally left me alone and I tried my best to get to sleep, but this thought just kept running through my mind. Maybe dieing wasn't such a bad idea after all? Dieing would mean that I didn't have to remember what had happened anymore, and that was very tempting right now.

When I finally drifted off to sleep, it was almost four in the morning, and I woke up an hour later screaming my head off. I was thankful that I had remembered to put up a silencing charm before I went to sleep. No way was I going back to sleep after that nightmare. It was the worst one so far, I had been back in my room at the Dursley's and he had been using the whip on me again. My back actually hurt at the memory, and I cried out at the pain and memory. Was I ever going to be able to move on, or would it just haunt me for the rest of my life? Again the thought of dieing came back to me, and before I knew what I was doing I had made my way in to the bathroom and was holding a razorblade to my left wrist. As my blood seeped out of my arm, I could feel my head getting lighter and for the first time in weeks I didn't feel the pressure of the memories. That was my last conscious thought before my body hit the floor.

I woke up with a start at five in the morning, feeling like my life force was draining from me at a rapid pace. Harry! I just knew that it was him the feeling was coming from. I threw myself off the bed and pulled on my robe before I ran towards the Headmistress office.

I pounded on the door and yelled at her to open up.

"Mr Malfoy? What on earth are you doing here at five in the morning?"

"He's dieing, please help him!"

"Who is dieing, mr Malfoy?"

"Harry, don't you get it! He's bleeding to death right now!" She got a shocked expression on her face, before running in front of me. She lead me towards the Gryffindor tower and we were through the portrait in a second. I ran to the bathroom were I could feel his life slowly draining away. I threw open the door, and got the shock of my life.

On the floor, in a large puddle of blood, was my mate. And he didn't have long left.

"Harry! Can you hear me? Harry, wake up! Come on, love, you can't leave me. Please don't die, please Harry." I started crying as I rocked his lifeless body in my arms.

"Mr Malfoy! Let me get to him, so I can heal his wound. We have to get him to the infirmary straight away, or we are going to lose him." I moved my arms so McGonagall could reach his wrist to heal it. When she was done I picked him up in my arms and carried him out of the bathroom.

"Harry! What's happened to him? Malfoy, what are you doing here!"

"He tried to kill him self, Granger, and I'm getting him to the infirmary right now. If you want to, then come, but we have to go now." With the help of Granger and McGonagall we burst in to the infirmary two minutes later.

"Poppy! Come quick, he's tried to kill himself!" Madam Pomfrey came running out from her office, and started shouting orders that we were quick to follow. I put Harry down on an empty bed and backed away to give her room to help my mate. She poured a blood replenishing potion down his throat and healed his wrist to leave no scar. When they finally said that he would be ok, I just broke down and started crying.

"Why did he do this to himself? Does he really hate me that much, that he would rather die than be with me?" I jumped when I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and looked up to see Hermione looking down at me with a sad look on her face.

"This has nothing to do with you, Draco, it has to do with what happened two weeks ago. His uncle didn't just whip him, he raped him as well."