Draco ran down the corridor, and then he abruptly stopped, before collapsing to the floor His face in his hands. He was crying so hard his whole body was trembling, with fear, anger, and grief. He then stood up just abruptly as when he fell, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and kept walking into the dungeons, mustering as much pride as one could possibly think off. He was a Malfoy…Malfoys don't cry. He stumbled along the corridor, his whole body shaking violently.
---
Draco walked into the common room. It was empty so he sat in front of the fire. He just sat there watching the flames flicker, threatening to give out. It was so dark already; he hadn't noticed the time till now.
He glanced around again, realizing he was in fact alone. No one really cared about him, at least not enough to come and comfort him…or hold him. He had been crying loud enough for the Gryffindors to hear and still no Slytherins were to be found.
"I DON'T –WHY! I HATE YOU FUCKING ALL! I hate you so much! No one…nobody cares for me…then why am I still here?" he whispered the last part before going to the bathroom and locking the door behind himself.
---
"I cannot believe you did that to him, Harry!" Hermione screamed through tears.
"WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? HOLD HIM? TELL HIM EVERYTHING WAS OK?" He asked sarcastically.
"You should have comforted him, Harry! He opened up to…to you and me—you told him to go and do that! What will happen if he does? What then, Harry?"
Harry hadn't thought of that, but he didn't want to show Hermione his weakness. He cared for Draco…but he didn't know what had gone wrong. His anger got the best of him, Draco had been…crying. He really didn't know what had gone wrong, or why he got angry at the fact that Draco was crying.
"I DON'T CARE!" He screamed the lie at Hermione.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM HARRY? THIS IS HIS LIFE YOU ARE SCREWING WITH! STOP THIS, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! EVEN HE IS HUMAN! HE HAS FEELINGS! YOU NEED TO REALIZE THAT!"
"Well don't worry about Draco; he cares for himself far too much to do himself in!" He yelled a bit lower as she huffed and went to her bed weeping.
Even she had noticed that Draco was surely depressed. Harry told him to jump off the Astronomy Tower for all he cared…he told Draco to kill himself…he basically told him that that was how to stop the pain, when all Draco had asked was for help…for fucking help!
--Flash Back--
Harry and Hermione had just waved their goodbyes to Ron, making their way down the corridor to their rooms. Ron had to do detention with Snape.
They stopped by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They were going to drop by to talk about the Order and that was one of the safest places now that Myrtle had been moved into her own room. For some odd reason she was willing to go.
They walked in chattering about the weather, Quidditch, the usual before they came upon a sight that could've made anyone stop dead in their tracks…as did Hermione and Harry.
It was Draco; he was leaning over the sink, one hand on each side. He was…..crying. Draco was crying. His eyes were big and puffy. He didn't have his robes on as usual, just a white shirt that wasn't tucked in, and some black slacks. His hair was tousled…he was a mess.
He was very unlike a Malfoy; very unlike Draco in fact.
He didn't turn to look at who it was, no, he just bent his head down. He then whispered.
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice cracked. It was so soft, so sad and fragile…but so wrong. Draco had no right to be crying, his life was perfect…he had parents…he had a family.
"MALFOY?" Hermione asked with wide eyes. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing…you wouldn't care."
"Draco, what is wrong?" She begged, "I do care!"
"Harry…I have a question…" He cut her off, ignoring her completely as he asked this question.
Harry, befuddled by the tone of his voice and the fact that he had just been called by his first name stood there staring at him.
"Does those people you live with…abuse you a lot?" He was still staring at the sink. He fumbled with the word abuse as if it burned him to say it.
"What is it to you?" Harry sneered; he didn't notice how Hermione gave him such an evil look that even Voldermort would've been afraid of her.
"I just—my father…I just need help," he whispered.
No one noticed how his body shuddered with each breath; from the pain that his father had caused him. No one noticed how he had bruises all over his body because of him. No one noticed that he had cuts all down his arm. No one noticed, because no one cared.
"I don't care about you, prat! For all I care you can jump off the Astronomy Tower! Deal with your own 'problems', Malfoy!" Harry shot back, turning to leave.
Draco brought his face up and turned to Harry, who now was looking at him. Tears began to well up in his eyes again. He turned his whole body around, though his body was screaming in pain against it, and ran.
His legs were stiff and battered but he still ran. He pushed past Harry almost knocking himself down, which caused his body to ache more. He had just made a fool of himself in front of Harry, in front of his…whatever Harry was to him.
--End of Flash Back--
"Draco wouldn't go and do anything stupid…but it can't hurt to check…right?" Harry asked himself before leaving his common room with his cloak and his wand.
---
He pulled out the sharp cold metal, cool against his skin. He placed it on the floor, as he got undressed.
He stepped into the tub, it was hot and blazing his skin, just as he wanted it too. He reached over and grabbed the blade again…he didn't want it to lose it's…coolness.
It was a lovely blade really, carvings in the wooden handle, sharp thin blade that could go through bone. It was a light one, easy to carry around, easy to hide in a pocket because of its smallness in size. He loved it, and loved the constant reminder that he would have the blade when he died.
He had decided to take up Harry on his request; he was going to kill himself. But not the way the green-eyed boy had planned, no that would make it easy for him to find Draco, if he looked for him that is.
He had decided to slit his wrist and slowly bleed to death in the tub. No one would mind, and they would act as if they didn't hear him if he cried out in pain; if he decided he didn't want to go…if he changed his mind.
He brought the knife up to his wrist and put it against his skin, applying the smallest of pressure before it went in, about a cm or 2 into his small and fragile wrist. The blood seeped out, spilling out of the tub; he looked at it with satisfaction before doing the same to his other wrist. He only moaned once, he only cried out in pain when he hit a vein; when the blood came pouring out faster than the other.
He smiled wearily before letting one wrist hang over the tub and the other wrist right next to it. He was lying on his side watching the blood leave his body.
The bath water would only sooth his wrist and the only thing he wanted soothed was his aching body. He laid there in the tub naked, he looked down then glanced away with disgust, he was weak. His father had to beat him because of that. He never fought back…he was so very weak.
When he was drifting into nothingness he heard a whisper, so small and quiet he barely heard it…it was, Harry?
---
"Malfoy?" He called out again.
No one was in the common room. He thought quickly, thoughts of Draco actually killing himself crossed his mind, but he shoved them away as he climbed up the stairs to the boy's dormitories. He scanned the room, a bed was empty, just one by itself in a corner. He snuck over to look at it.
He probably would have thought nothing of it, until he saw a picture turned down.
The bed was boring, empty, and plain. There were no knick-knacks or poster, just a picture turned upside down. He picked up the picture and looked at it. It was Draco, an unknown person and his mother when he was a child…but it was torn in half and had black ink over the man's face…Draco's father.
He didn't get much time to think when he heard a low moan coming from the bathroom. He turned and walked over listening for any sounds. All that came from the room was a muffled scream and chuckling after. The boy inside was mumbling to himself when Harry knocked on the door.
---
Harry knocked again but no answer so he opened to door. The lights were off and he was standing in a puddle of some liquid. He bent down and stuck a finger in to look at it. It was black.
He turned around and flipped on the light then turning his attention back to his finger. It was blood.
Harry gasped and looked around there was only one person there…hardly a person anymore because he was nearly dead. Harry found the body of Draco Malfoy.
Harry fell to his knees and lifted Draco out of the tub grabbing a towel as he wrapped it around the small and fragile body. He looked at the wrist before he said a spell to heal them partly; he had not taken a healing class…he only knew simple spells.
His heart was beating loud, ringing in his ears. His hands were shaky and he hadn't noticed he had stopped breathing; yet he was still calm; he had to be for Draco.
They were still bleeding profoundly enough that he could die in the matter of minutes. He held Draco closer to his chest and ran out the door. He stopped by Draco's bed to rip off two pieces of cloth and tying it around his wrist to try and slow the blood flow. It worked somewhat. He cursed under his breath for telling Draco to go and kill himself, but cursed even louder that he never took the Healing Classes that Hermione told him he should have taken.
He had one arm under Draco's knees and the other arm around his back; he held him so close that his head was buried somewhere in his shoulder. He left the common room in a hurry whispering little phrases to Draco. He lied to him, he said everything was all right…but everything wasn't. He knew he had to lie though, to soothe Draco, to keep him alive and strong.
He had no clue where he was going; his body took control and took him to the usual place he usually went, his own common room. When he walked up the stairs and saw the portrait of the fat lady he bellowed the password and stormed into the common room. It was pretty dark already and only a small first year girl was there, sitting on the couch reading a book.
Harry glared at the girl and asked her to move she replied with a smart remark so Harry barked at her and she quickly ran upstairs crying. He laid Draco on the couch and took his wrists in his hands.
"I am sorry…" only two words were left in his vocabulary. He hadn't the slightest clue what to do and his common sense still hadn't kicked in. Draco's pulse began to slow down.
"Who, Medina?" he heard a voice and quickly turned to see Hermione; her face pale.
"Draco." She said this as more of an understanding then a question.
"He-I-But-A knife-Blood was EVERYWHERE! Help him!" Harry screamed.
Hermione ran down the steps when she saw Draco she nearly cried out in sadness.
"Give me your wand." She whispered.
"What--"
"I SAID GIVE ME YOUR WAND!" she glared at Harry.
When she had the wand in her hand she mumbled a spell pointing the wand at Draco's wrist before the bleeding stopped all together and all that was left were scars. Harry stared wide-eyed at Draco when Hermione placed Draco's other arm on the other side of him.
Hermione slowly stood and turned to look Harry in the eye. Her eyes were filled with tears and sadness. But the only thing that overcame that was the anger that was in her eye, something he hasn't seem in her eyes since she flung herself in from of Harry and misunderstood Remus. She would've killed those two and she looked like she was going to kill Harry.
"He should be fine, now. I hope you are pleased with yourself!" she would've yelled at Harry all night but instead went up into her room slamming the door shut behind her. She didn't think Draco needed all that drama.
Harry broke his gaze from Hermione back to the small fragile boy that lay before him. He had blond hair, almost white, and it was messy and unruly. The boy was breathing…thank god, but his body shuddered with every breath. Harry kneeled down in front of him and looked at him more closely, noticing that he had bruises all over his chest and his ribs. The boy was truly a mess. His eyes were closed and it seemed as though they were to perfect to be real. It seemed as if the boy had a spell covering up his other injuries. Harry murmured an ending spell, before backing away from Draco so fast, you would've guess he got burned.
Draco's face was swollen and he had a black eye. His body didn't look like a body, but instead nothing but a bloodied pulp. Draco had sores and dried blood, matting his hair. There was small healed cuts along his backbone. Harry had flipped him over to continue to look him over. He placed the sleeping boy back on the couch and just stared watching him sleep.
He got a chair and pulled it to Draco. He sat on the couch and Accio'd some blankets. Soon he had 3 blankets in his hand he laid all three on Draco and fell asleep watching him breathe, which contented every bone in his body.
---
Draco stirred a bit before opening his eyes to be staring into emerald ones and scenery of gold and red that followed. He looked up questioning why he was here but when he looked down and saw that his spell had faded he quickly jumped out off the couch. He looked around again; there was no one else except Harry.
"Harry," Draco said in a nod before he went for the door.
"Wait! Malfoy. Are…you ok?"
"Don't tell me Potter, you feel bad? You realize you want to help now?" He asked softly, "Well it is a bit too late."
"I am so sorry! I-I thought you wanted attention-"he whispered.
"Yes Harry, I really do enjoy getting beat because, every person must enjoy that!" Draco said sarcastically turning; his blazing grey eyes looked like a thunderstorm. It was the deep sea of green that seemed to calm him.
"I am so sorry!"
"It's fine now!"
Draco started to rush out of the room.
"Why do you hate me?" Harry whispered
"I don't hate-"
"Why?
"You want to know why I hate you?"
"Yes."
"Because I love you and you don't even know my name or you just think I am too horrid to even care about what feelings I have!"
"I don't dislike you…"
"Oh, great was that supposed to make me feel any better?" Draco stormed out of the room to fast to hear Harry's 'I love you!'
---
Draco walked away from the situation, was he scared? He just needed to get away. He tried to walk fast when he heard footsteps behind him. It was his 'friends' Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise.
"Oh, Draco! Nice to see you here! I would've thought you were in the closet fucking Weasel-bee--" Blaise cackled. He had taken Draco's spot….every Slytherin was able to detect weakness.
Draco looked up and then snickered.
"I see that you have been fucking with Crabbe and Goyle here…Is that sex hair I see?" he pointed at their messy hair. "Oh and I am sorry…but I thought you told your lovers that you were sleeping with Pansy and Ron. Heard about that threesome!" Draco winked and Blaise paled. He stopped and got in an argument with the other two Slytherins.
Draco smiled to himself and prayed that he wasn't limping as he strolled away.
---
Draco walked away hobbling until he got somewhere private. It was a dark corridor he had never seen before. He shrank to the floor and started crying again only this time he didn't stop. He kept going and going…he didn't care if anyone found him at this point. He wasn't thinking of the consequences. He just wanted to die and he knew he couldn't with Harry keeping and annoyingly close eye on him.
"Malfo-Draco." Someone whispered shakily. "You-You left before I could tell you…"
Draco looked up and saw no one other than Harry Potter. Harry always showed up when he was unwanted.
"What do you want, Potter?" he spat at the raven-haired boy. Harry obviously heard Draco crying, he must have noticed the quiver in his throat.
"Draco, are you…ok?" Harry suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Are you ok? You…uh asked me something before. I never answered…"
"Oh and now you do?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yes."
Draco looked up and saw Harry's eyes. No longer raging with anger but raging with kindness and…was that lust? No just kindness, he assured himself as Harry took a seat in front of him on his knees.
"Draco. I am here for you…I am sorry about…being a jerk--"
"Really, I hadn't noticed that you were being that way." Draco continued.
"--They did beat me, everyday that I can remember; they would always beat me." Harry whispered.
Draco stared into the stormy green eyes and before he had time to blink, Harry connected his lips with Draco so hard that Draco fell on his back with Harry on top running his hands through his hair. Draco didn't say a word. He laid there underneath the warmth of Harry savoring every moment. The way their body's molded together like two puzzle pieces made for each other, it seemed so perfect.
No but it was wrong. So entirely wrong. Draco pushed away from him.
"What are you playing at? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Draco was not making any sense to Harry but in Draco's mind that was the most intelligent thing to say.
"I-I like yo--" Harry started before getting cut off by Draco.
"Just please act as if this never happened!" A blush crept onto his cheek as he hurried off into the darkness.
Just his luck, he ran straight into an unsuspecting McGonagall.