Disclaimer: Yea, don't own Harry Potter, only in my dreams….

Warnings: You should know by now. If not, take a gander at the warnings on the first two chapters.

Chapter Three: Sad Statue (System of a Down)

DMHP

Harry's eyes grew wide upon seeing the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy watching him.

"Malfoy! You're awake!"

"Yea…I am Potter. Now…um…where am I," Draco asked nervously.

"Well, don't freak out, but you're in my hotel room." Harry continued to explain before Draco could start yelling. "I found you lying in an alleyway just barely alive, so I brought you back here. We've been worried."

"We?" Draco asked, trying to sort things out in his mind.

"Yeah, well I went to Dumbledore after I found you and he brought Snape and Pomfrey along to start mending your wounds. They've been here non-stop working on you. You were in a pretty bad state…" Harry explained tentatively.

"Oh…" Draco said as everything slowly came back. "Oh, god!" Draco whispered as he remembered why he was in that state. He did everything in his power not to breakdown right then in front of Harry.

"Dr-Malfoy, are you okay? What's going on?" Harry reached an arm out to Draco and rested his hand on the frantic boy's shoulder.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! STOP IT!" Draco all but screamed at the top of his lungs. He then staggered across the bed and fell off on the opposite side of Harry.

Harry would've laughed at the spectacle if it weren't so utterly serious. Draco curled himself into a ball on the floor by the bed muttering to himself quietly.

"D-Draco?" Harry slowly made his way to the shivering blonde, making sure not to get too close. Harry heard Draco mutter something along the lines of "Don't touch me…not again…please…"

Harry stood there for a few brief moments trying to process everything that just happened. Draco had woken up. He and Harry exchanged a few basically civil words, but then Draco started freaking out.

And when Harry rested his hand on Draco's shoulder, Draco completely broke down. Just like in the alley…of course. Harry quickly snapped out of his thoughts and went to get Dumbledore immediately.

Dumbledore was slumped at his desk; finally succumbing to sleep that had evaded him so much these past few days. As soon as he fell into a wonderful dream state, he heard a boy's nervous yelling. Damn it. Dumbledore mentally cursed, regretting having to wake up.

When he opened his eyes he saw a very disheveled Harry Potter. How many times has Harry shown up to my office on the brink of a breakdown? Far too many to count by now…Dumbledore was brought out of his thinking by Harry's yells.

It took a few moments for Dumbledore to decipher the boy's frantic screams, but he managed to hear a few choice words that seemed to have to do with Draco, his shoulder, and the floor. Dumbledore was undoubtedly confused, but decided that didn't matter, he apparently had to tend to Draco.

"Come on, Harry," Dumbledore said, swiftly making his way to the fireplace to floo back to Harry's hotel room. Harry quickly followed, still mumbling incoherently.

Once Dumbledore arrived at the hotel room, he was surprised at what he saw. For one thing, there was no Draco Malfoy lying unconscious on Harry's bed.

Instead, there was a completely broken down Draco curled in a ball next to Harry's bed, clearly conscious, also mumbling incoherently. Dumbledore turned around to ask Harry what was going on, but alas, the boy was still in a state of shock.

Dumbledore patiently waited a few minutes until Harry managed to calm down. "Now, Harry m'boy, would you care to tell me how Draco is in the state he's in?" the headmaster asked calmly.

"Well, you see, umm…okay, I woke up a few minutes ago and saw that Draco was awake. He asked what was going on and I told him about how I found him and brought him here and how you and the other Professors were healing him.

"He seemed okay at first, but then he tensed up and when I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him, he freaked out, screamed at me, and stumbled over to where he currently is.

"When I went to check on him he was curled in a ball and mumbling, just like he still is," Harry explained nervously, obviously still shaken from the turn of events.

"I see," Dumbledore responded. "Well, I think I should go get Severus; he'll want to help." With that Dumbledore turned and entered the fireplace, said "Severus Snape's office" while throwing the floo powder and disappeared.

"Okay…I guess I could try to calm him down…but how?" Harry quietly asked, talking to himself when he remembered how he calmed Draco before.

Harry made his way across the room, nearing Draco. "Draco? Can you hear me? It's Harry," Harry slowly sat down across from Draco.

Draco was still muttering to himself, and was now rocking himself back and forth. "Draco, it's alright. No one can hurt you now. You're safe. Whatever you're afraid of can't get you here," Harry said, trying to calm down the unstable boy.

After a few minutes of Harry's calming words, Draco relaxed considerably and finally seemed to snap out of his memory, whatever it was.

"H-Harry," Draco said very softly.

"Yes, Draco, I'm here. Don't worry." With those last words, Draco seemed to become completely calm, losing all previous tension.

Harry slowly closed the distance between him and Draco, wanting just to hold the broken boy and help him. Emerald eyes once again locked with silver, silently asking permission to make contact. The owner of the silver eyes nodded so subtly that it was barely noticeable.

Right as Harry was about to wrap his arms around Draco, Snape came storming into the room. Harry instantly leapt from the ground, increasing the distance between him and the silver-eyed beauty. Snape swiftly crossed the room, fear and worry flashed in the Potions teacher's eyes, staring at his godson.

"Draco, are you okay?" Snape asked, reaching Draco and sitting in front of him. Draco looked at Harry unsure of what to do and in that moment Snape thoughtlessly went to pull the boy into a hug.

Draco jumped back the moment Snape made contact with him. The blonde scurried across the room, managing to stand up and buried his face in Harry's chest.

"Oh, Draco...I didn't mean to…" Snape said, clearly regretting his foolishness.

"It's okay Professor," Harry responded, "He reacted much worse when I put my hand on his shoulder before." Harry then realized how that sounded like utter bullshit since Draco was now clinging to Harry as if his life depended on it. And, surprisingly, Harry was subconsciously rubbing comforting circles on Draco's back.

Before Snape could voice how stupid that sounded, Dumbledore came into the room, stopping in his tracks surprised at the sight of Draco wrapped in Harry's arms.

"Well, a lot certainly has happened since only a few moments ago." Dumbledore said, with a hint of twinkle in his eyes.

"I don't know what happened…when you left I went and sat in front of Draco…and then I whispered to him about how everything is going to be alright for while, until I was about to-" Harry stopped abruptly, realizing he was about to admit to nearly hugging Dra- wait a minute- Malfoy.

"About to what?" Snape asked, glaring daggers at Harry.

"Umm…well…" Harry really didn't want to admit to what he almost did, although he was very clearly hugging Draco right now.

"It's alright, Harry. What were you going to do?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"Well, I was about to hug him and that's when Snape stormed in." Harry responded quickly, suddenly finding the floor a captivating thing to look at.

"Oh, my dear boy, there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of," Dumbledore said simply. "Of course you wanted to comfort Draco, considering the state he was in, and a hug is a great comfort."

Snape quickly added, "And why are you so nervous about that? Look what you're doing right now."

Harry realized that Draco was still snuggled up to him, and he was still rubbing circles on the boy's back.

"Well, yea, but still, I don't know…can we just drop it?" Harry said while a hint of red crawled up his cheeks.

"Of course we can. Now, can you please explain to Severus exactly what happened, Harry?"

Harry quickly explained everything that happened that morning before he went to see Dumbledore. After he finished, he noticed that Draco had fallen asleep standing up still in Harry's arms. He gently laid Draco down on the bed and strode across the room to sit in a nice big armchair.

"Well, I see. He's obviously been through a great trauma. I suggest we let him rest and when he has sorted things out we can begin to question him on what happened," Snape said thoughtfully.

"Good idea, Severus, we shall do just that. Now, anyone care for some tea?" Dumbledore asked, trying to relieve the tension in the room. Snape and Harry agreed, and after a few minutes, they were all lounging in overstuffed armchairs sipping tea in Harry's room.

They chatted nonchalantly for a few minutes on unimportant matters, until the topic inevitably found its way to Harry.

"Well, I see you're looking much better than the night I picked you up from the Dursleys, Harry." Dumbledore said, bringing the topic to where Harry didn't want it.

"Yeah, I don't know how it happened, but every time I woke up, especially after that first night, I was doing considerably better. I didn't really notice until know, what with D-Malfoy and all."

Harry didn't know why, but he kept saying Draco's name, and just now realized and managed to stumble out 'Malfoy'. He couldn't understand, but it just seemed so much more natural to say Draco.

Harry was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he realized that both Dumbledore and Snape were staring at him, Snape with a bit of confusion, and Dumbledore with a massive amount of twinkle in his eyes, far more than normal.

Harry realized why the headmaster had such an abundance of twinkle and stated more than asked, "You healed me, didn't you?"

"I'm surprised you caught on. Yes, I have been healing you every night from my office." Dumbledore responded.

"How?" Harry asked simply.

"Well, I would send some of my magic to you and that extra bit of magic in your system would heal your wounds." Dumbledore said.

"But how did you manage these last couple of nights? You were already using so much energy on – Malfoy," Damn it, almost said Draco again…"How did you have the strength to send me some of your magic? You must be drained." Harry rambled, worried about the state of the headmaster.

"I am quite tired, Harry, but I'm alright. My exhaustion is considerably better than you and Draco being severely wounded, or worse, dead. So don't worry Harry, I'll be alright."

"Alright, Dumbledore. Thanks." Harry said, still a bit of worry in his voice.

"No problem, my dear boy. On that topic, how are you doing? Anything still broken or anything?"

"I think my wrist might be fractured, but other than that, just a few bruises and scratches." Harry responded absent-mindedly, willing himself not to think of how he acquired those wounds.

"Nothing we can't heal in a jiffy. Now, Harry which wrist is it?" Dumbledore inquired, reaching a hand out touching Harry's left wrist.

Harry hissed in pain and pulled his arm back. "No, I'm fine, can we just take care of it later?" Harry somewhat pleaded, avoiding the Professors' gazes, while trying to hold back tears.

"Alright…" Dumbledore said hesitantly. "Well, then, do you think you can talk about what happe-" Dumbledore was cut off by Harry.

"I'm a bit tired; I think I'll take a short nap. If you two wouldn't mind," Harry pointed to the fireplace with his good arm. "Thanks for stopping by, you might want to come by later to check on Malfoy. Until then." Harry said as the two older men got up from their seats.

"Okay, Harry. Severus, Poppy and I will drop by later tonight to check on…Draco. I'll see you, Harry. Take care of yourself." With that, Dumbledore flooed back to his office.

"Goodbye, Potter. I'll see you later tonight." Snape said coldly, with the slightest hint of worry in his voice. And then he left. Harry paced the room for a bit, trying to force out his thoughts. He kept pacing, every few seconds running a frantic hand through his raven hair.

Harry plopped down on one of the chairs and began singing to himself, trying so hard to drown out his memories. But to no avail. After a few minutes, Harry could no longer stand it. He went to his trunk, throwing it open anxiously. After shuffling through the trunk for a couple moments, Harry found what he so desperately needed.

He ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and slid down to the floor, leaning against the door. After breathing a bit to try to calm himself (but not really calming himself at all) Harry pulled out the item.

He snapped up the blade of his switchblade and rolled up his sleeves. He was relieved that his bruises and cuts from Vernon covered up the scars along his wrists and a few up his arms. If anyone found out, he'd be humiliated.

Harry's thoughts once again settled on everything that happened at his relatives' house. The anger and pain building up inside him quickly, Harry dragged the blade across his left wrist, causing a bit of extra pain since it was fractured. He exhaled the release he felt now. He dragged the blade across his left wrist twice more, and once across his right wrist.

He began to forget; he was calming down, no longer hurting from everything that'd happened. He then dropped the blade, sending it clattering to the floor and snapping him back into reality.

Harry remembered everything, realizing where he was and what was going on. Unable to shake the thoughts again, and too upset to search for his blade on the floor, Harry began to cry.

He curled himself into a ball and cried his eyes out, his body racking with sobs and muffled cries eliciting from his mouth, as his face was pressed into his legs.

He sat like that for minutes, hours, days; he didn't know. All he knew was the pain rushing through his body and saw crying as the only escape now.

Draco woke up to noise coming from the bathroom. He sat up and realized the noise was someone crying, no bawling. He slowly remembered where he was and then came to the conclusion it must be Harry Potter in the bathroom. But why is he crying? What is there to cry about when you're the bloody Boy-who-lived?

Draco racked his brain to try to figure out what had happened. He began to remember what happened when he woke up earlier.

I woke up, and Harry was asleep in a chair next to my bed. When he woke up we talked for a bit. I remember…what happened to me and then…what happened? Oh shit, I broke down when he touched me. Okay, then what?

I huddled by the bed and then Harry calmed me down. He was about to hug me when Sev came and he tried to hug me. I freaked out again and…oh no…I ran into the arms of Harry, wait, Potter. But that doesn't explain why H-Potter is in the bathroom crying like no tomorrow. Hmm…

Draco slowly got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom door. "Ha -damn- Potter?" Draco said hesitantly. "What's going on?" No response came from the raven-haired boy. Draco quietly knocked on the bathroom door, hearing a gasp come from the crying boy on the other side.

"Harry," Draco said before he could catch himself. Oh, screw it. I'll bloody well call him Harry. What's wrong with that? Nothing. Right.

"Harry, what's wrong. Are you okay?" Draco then heard some scuffling in the bathroom, Harry mumble a charm, and then the door opened.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said, avoiding Draco's gaze.

"What happened? Is everything alright?" Draco knew that Harry obviously wasn't fine.

"Yes…nothing to worry about…" Harry said as he shoved past Draco, plopping down on an overstuffed chair and began reading (or at least pretending to read) a book.

"Harry, I know that's something's wrong. Why else would you be in the bathroom crying?" Draco said as he made his way to Harry.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Drop it, D-Malfoy." Harry turned back to his book, trying so hard to look like he was actually reading.

"There's obviously something, what is-" Draco was cut off by Harry's angry voice.

"THERE'S NOTHING BLOODY WRONG! NOW WILL YOU FUCKING DROP IT!"

Draco stood there stunned. He had no idea how to react to this. "Umm…well…alright. But just to let you know, if you need to talk to someone, I'm here for you, Harry."

"What?" Harry asked, completely floored by what Draco just said.

"Yeah. I'm here for you. If you need someone to turn to, I can be that person," Draco responded, getting a bit nervous over what he said.

Harry flashed a look of wanting and needing before he swiftly put his mask back on. "I don't need you, Malfoy," Harry spat his name with malice to get his point across.

"And why would you even want to help me? You're probably doing this so you can kidnap me and take me back to Voldemort. I'm sure that'd get you in good with the Dark Lord. And you're dad will be so proud of you! Now get out of my face, you fucking Death Eater!" Harry thought he saw a flash of sincere hurt go across Draco's face before anger was the only emotion showing.

"You fucking prick! I was just trying to be friendly, but NO! You had to think I was out to kill you! Why would I even want to help them when I myself am not becoming a fucking Death Eater and fucking loathe that monster Voldemort!" Draco realized what he had said, and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

It was now Harry's turn to do the comforting. "Draco?" Damn it, I called him Draco again. Ah, screw it, he needs me right now and if I want to call him Draco, I'll call him Draco.

"Draco? I'm sorry. Are you alright?" Harry made his way to the bathroom door, and carefully knocked on the door, as if he knocked too hard, it would shatter before him.

Harry then heard muffled crying coming from the bathroom. "Draco, I'm going to open the door. He turned the doorknob but when he went to open the door, he realized something was pressed up against it. Draco had done exactly what Harry had done.

"Come on, Draco, I'm sorry. Please come out." No response came.

"Fine. If you want to stay in there, I won't stop you. But just so you know the moment you come out, I'll be waiting." And with that, Harry sat on the edge of the bed, directly across from the bathroom door.

Innumerous minutes, quite possibly hours, passed. And, finally, the door opened. Emerald eyes once again met silver, but the silver eyes were now red and puffy from crying. Harry stood to make his way to Draco, when Draco recoiled from the sudden movement. "I'm sorry," Harry muttered.

"Draco, I'm going to walk over to you. Don't worry, it's perfectly alright." Then Harry indeed walked over to Draco. Draco tensed for a second before calming down.

"Draco, I'm sorry for what I said. I was angry for you finding me like I was. I shouldn't have said those things. It was wrong. I'm sorry…" Harry didn't really know what else to say, so silence took them.

Harry was now standing a mere foot away from Draco. They both stood there, lost in their thoughts, when Draco spoke.

"Harry, it's alright. I get it. It's just-" Draco was once again cut off by Harry.

"It's okay, you don't need to tell me."

"No, I want to; it's just hard to do." Draco looked down at the floor, not wanting to see Harry's gaze.

"If you want to, but you don't have to right now. You can wait a while before you tell me. It's perfectly alright." Harry then inched closer to Draco.

Draco looked up to see Harry get a bit closer. Draco broke down and melted into Harry's arms, getting enveloped in a caring hug.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco as Draco buried his face into the crook of Harry's neck. Harry felt the tears coming from the blonde boy's face, and began to rub circles on Draco's back once again.

They stayed like that for many minutes. When they finally broke, they both looked into each other's tear-streaked face. "Harry-" Draco began, but, for the third time today, was cut off by Harry.

"Shh, it's okay. It's been a long day; you should get some sleep." When Harry said that, Draco realized how very tired he was. He nodded and walked over to the bed. He crawled in and saw from the corner of his eye a raven-haired boy going to sit in the chair next to the bed.

Draco turned around and looked at Harry sitting in the chair. He smiled weakly and turned back around, drifting off to sleep. Right before he lost himself completely to sleep, he could've sworn he felt a hand gingerly stroking his hair.