A/N: One of my favorite bands, Bayside has been through a hell of a lot the past few days. Their tour bus flipped over while they were driving and the results are John 'Beatz' Holohan (drummer) has died and bassist Nick Ghanbarian is still in the hospital due to a back injury. So, now I am dedicating all my stories to the band, Bayside. Go buy their CDs; they're a really great band.

Disclaimer: I own nothing about any of this story except all my wonderful shenanigans involving my two favorite boys. I don't even own the character of Marcus Flint (not to be confused with the Marcus Flint of the first two Harry Potter books. He's that Marcus Flint's cousin), I borrowed him from the lovely dark whispering wind, which, by the way, you should read her stories. They are fabulous. They're a trilogy and start with The Private Diary of Harry Potter, then goes onto The Private Diary of Ronald Weasley, and right now we're in the middle of The Diary of a Cold Hearted Slytherin. Read them, they're amazing.

Warnings: Horrible author who takes forever to update, and a bunch of other stuff actually pertaining to the content of the story.

Chapter Six: How to Fix Everything (Bayside)

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Harry bounced up and down on the balls of his feet, eagerly waiting outside the Potions classroom (I know, eager and Potions classroom in the same sentence is strange…) for one Draco Malfoy to come strolling by. As soon as he caught sight of the blonde beauty, he made his move. He 'accidentally' bumped into Draco, in reality slipping a note inside the Slytherin's robe pocket.

Harry then bounded down the hallway, making his way back to the Gryffindor dormitories where he became overwrought with anticipation as to Draco's reply, while attempting to do his Transfiguration essay.

Draco, on the other hand, return to the Slytherin dormitories, where he'd mope around some more, still pissed (for good reasons) about the whole Harry fiasco. He still hadn't told anyone, but he had the feeling he was going to break, and soon.

Draco stormed into the common room, scaring off quite the number of first and second years in the process, and plopped down onto one of the chairs by the fireplace. He then began glaring at a random point on the wall. Blaise Zabini sauntered in a few minutes later, sitting down in the chair opposite Draco. Blaise, being Draco's best friend, had been noticing Draco's change in character since the start of term.

Sure, Draco had always been somewhat of a prick, but this year, Draco was cold as ice. He was even cold to his friends, well his two real friends, Blaise and Marcus Flint. Blaise couldn't stand it anymore, he had to figure out what was up with his blonde friend. He decided there was no better way than the direct approach.

"Hey, Draco, what wrong?" Blaise asked, really wanting to get to the bottom of Draco's problems.

"Nothing, Blaise. Now, kindly fuck off." Draco kept glaring at the same spot as he told off his Italian comrade.

"Oh, c'mon, Draco. Something's been up since the start of term. You can tell me; we are best friends, you know."

"I don't want to talk about it. It's humiliating and depressing and I'd rather not think about it." Blaise stared at Draco for a long while after that, hoping Draco would crack and tell him what was up. Unfortunately, Draco just continued glaring at nothing. Blaise sighed in defeat.

"Fine, you don't have to tell me. Yet. But I will have to know soon, or the anticipation will kill me. And it'd be good for you to confide in someone about whatever's going on. So, the sooner the better. Keep that in mind." With that Blaise went off in search of his boyfriend, fellow Slytherin, friend, and rival in looks, the one and only Marcus Flint.

Draco just sat there, silently fuming. After a while, he started cramping up from being in one position for so long. As he readjusted himself, he heard a crumpling sound come from his pocket. He reached into the aforementioned pocket to find a note. As he opened the note, he racked his mind as to who it could be from. The answer came soon enough once he noticed the signature at the bottom. Harry fucking Potter.

Resisting the urge to set the note ablaze, Draco calmed himself down before reading the contents of the paper.

Dear Draco,

I fucked up. Phenomenally. Please give me a chance to make it up to you. Meet me in the astronomy tower again, at eleven tonight. I'll understand if you don't show, but when I say I'm going to make it up to you, I mean it. You won't want to miss out on this; it will be quite the chance to seek revenge.

With the sincerest of apologies,

H.P.

Draco didn't know what to do. On one hand, he could ignore the note from the annoying twit of a Gryffindor, and hopefully after that he wouldn't be bothered by the Golden Boy anymore, or he could go and seek some serious, well-deserved revenge. In the end, Draco, being the Slytherin he is, decided to take the route of sweet, sweet revenge. And it would be sweet; oh-so sweet. At least, that's what Draco thought.

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Harry was officially a nervous wreck. He never knew someone could be so overwrought with stress and anticipation. Once he gave Draco the note, he grew horribly nervous. He hoped Draco would accept. Harry even mentioned seeking revenge in the note, hoping that would entice the Slytherin.

Harry was wondering how long it would take Draco to respond, if he did respond, that is. And then it came. An elegant-looking owl swooped into the window of the boys' dormitories in Gryffindor, where Harry was currently pacing, wringing his hands as he walked.

Harry didn't recognize the owl, but decided to throw caution to the wind and retrieve the letter it was delivering. He swiftly grabbed the letter, and the owl flew away almost immediately after the letter was in Harry's hands. Harry paid no mind, though, intent on figuring out who the letter was from.

He hastily opened the letter, focusing in on the signature on the bottom. Draco. Harry read the note quickly, mostly due to the extreme brevity of it all.

Hey Asshole,

Fine, I'll come, you fucking wanker.

Fuck you,

Draco Malfoy

Harry lied. The anticipation before was a piece of cake. This anticipation was scaring him shitless. He looked at the clock. 4:20. A little under seven hours. Fuck, was the only thought going through Harry's mind at the time.

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As Draco sent off the letter to Harry, Blaise came walking into the dormitories. Draco collapsed onto the bed and Blaise went to sit next to him.

"Where's Marcus?" Draco asked.

"Oh, he had to go do a project or something with some Ravenclaw. So I decided to come check up on my best buddy. How's it going, honestly?" Blaise's eyes filled with concern as Draco sighed.

"Honestly? Well, there's a whole bunch of shit going on. I don't even know where to start." Draco looked over at Blaise, thinking about how he was really about to confess everything to his hazel-eyed friend.

"The beginning's always a good option," Blaise said sarcastically. Draco playfully punched Blaise in the arm before looking away, building his strength to make it through everything he was about to reveal.

Draco sighed once more and started telling Blaise everything. He told Blaise about how someone tortured him all summer, not revealing who, though. He told Blaise how that person met up with him again a week or so ago, leaving him with quite the number of wounds.

He revealed everything about what happened with Harry and how Harry saw him right after he had the run-in with the mystery person a week ago. He even discussed the whole Veritaserum incident and how he was meeting up with Harry later that night.

It took him a couple hours to reveal everything, especially since he broke down a lot, and had to take a while to compose himself once again. Blaise provided comfort for the blonde Slytherin, and gave complete support. After Draco had finished saying everything, Blaise wrapped him in a caring hug, just holding him for a good while.

By the time they broke apart, Draco had to get ready to meet up with Harry. He gave Blaise a warm smile and Blaise patted him on the back before heading out the door. Before Blaise left, though, he turned back and said, "Thanks for telling me everything, Draco. You know you can come to me for anything, even if you just need someone to hold you for a while. I'm here."

Blaise quickly added, "Well, not right now; I'm afraid I must be off to have some wonderful Marcus-loving." Draco laughed lightly at Blaise's comment and attempt to lighten the mood. Draco said, "I know I can come to you; that's why I told you everything. See you Blaise." And with that Draco made his way to the shower while Blaise went off to have quite the sexcapades with his boyfriend.

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Six hours after receiving the letter, Harry was completely consumed by his nerves. Moving from the dormitories to the common room a few hours back, Harry took to alternating between pacing, sitting nervously, moving to sit somewhere else, muttering to himself, and sighing. Needless to say he was pissing off quite the number of Gryffindors.

Finally, his mate Ron approached him. "What's wrong, Harry? You've been acting really strange the past day."

"Ah…nothing Ron…just…uh…nervous about…something or other…" was Harry's distracted reply.

"Could you be a bit less vague?" Ron asked his pacing friend, who just sighed once more.

Harry looked at the clock; 10:40. Screw it. It's close enough. With that, Harry made his way to the door, mumbling a pitiful excuse off to Ron before leaving the common room. Harry walked to the astronomy tower in a mad fashion. He would walk, almost run, for a few minutes before he had to stop and calm himself down for a few more.

The Gryffindor finally arrived at the astronomy tower around 10:55. He began pacing, once again, combing a hand through his hair every few moments. Several minutes later, Harry heard the door open and close. He turned around to see Draco standing there, glare firmly in place.

"Hi, Draco," Harry said nervously.

"What the fuck do you want, Potter?"

"I want to make what I did up to you." The Slytherin's glare softened the slightest bit, but not enough to be excited about.

"And how do you plan to go about making it up to me?" The Slytherin asked, eyebrow raised.

Harry shuffled his feet for a bit, apparently struggling with what to do. After a few moments, Harry sighed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid. Draco looked at it with wide eyes before snorting.

"Is it really Veritaserum this time?" Harry slowly nodded, looking increasingly nervous. They stood there saying nothing for a while before Draco grew tired of the awkward silence.

"So, what are we going to be doing with Veritaserum, Potter," the blonde boy asked, genuinely curious as to how this meeting was going to turn out. Harry gulped loudly before looking Draco in the eyes.

"I'm going to drink it, and then you are going to ask me any questions that you want." Draco was shocked. He then started thinking about what it meant. Any questions I want. This could be very interesting. Very interesting indeed.

"Alright, Potter," Draco responded. "I'll play along. I would never give up a chance to dig up some dirt on the Boy-who-lived." With that, Harry uncorked the bottle and downed the contents of it. After a couple of minutes, Draco started his questioning.

"What's your full name?"

"Harry James Potter." The raven-haired boy answered dryly.

"What year are you in?"

"Seventh at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Who's your favorite Professor?"

"Professor Dumbledore." Draco snorted.

"Huh, figures. Who's your least favorite Professor?"

"Professor Trelawney."

"What? Not Snape. Wow, I'm shocked. Anyway, let's get to the good stuff. Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Really? I expected you with your Gryffindor values to wait for marriage or something like that. Oh well, how many people have you fucked?"

"Two."

"Who were they?" Draco asked, curious as to who the Golden Boy had been with.

"Ginny Weasley and Lavender Brown."

"Typical for you to fuck the Weasel's sister, but Lavender took me a bit by surprise. Now, what is your deepest, darkest, innermost secret?"

"There's a couple." Harry answered, growing nervous as the questions strayed where he didn't want them to go.

"Tell me all of them, then." The blond asked, getting very interested in the way things were turning out.

"One of them is that I'm gay-" Harry was cut off by Draco's laughter.

"The Golden Boy, a bloody pouf! How hilarious! But why, then, did you fuck those two girls?"

"I was trying to prove to myself I was straight." Beads of sweat started trickling down Harry's face; he did not enjoy this interrogation one bit.

"Have you ever been with a guy, sexually, then?"

"Yes." Draco was confused by Harry's answer. If Harry ever had sex with a guy, he would have said so when Draco asked who he's fucked.

"Who and what did you do?"

"I've had sex with Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, and Justin Finch-Fletchley."

"Then why didn't you say so when I asked who you've fucked?" Draco was getting more confused by the second.

"Because I didn't fuck them. They all fucked me," was Harry's cut and dry answer. It took a couple of seconds until comprehension dawned on Draco's face.

"Oh, so you're a bottom, eh?" Draco asked with a sly grin plastering his face.

"Actually, I enjoy topping, at least I did when I was with a girl, but, yes, I prefer bottoming." Draco smirked at this confession.

"Alright. Well, what's your other secret?"

"I uh..I…I don't want to say!" Harry blurted out.

"Nuh-uh. We tried this with me and it didn't work. True, I hadn't drunken real Veritaserum, but same difference. Now, what is your other secret?"

"I…I…ugh…I cut myself." Draco was floored. Harry Potter cuts himself? Why? Why would he cut himself? Draco decided to voice his troubling questions.

"Why…why would you cut yourself?" Draco asked, the slightest bit of concern lacing his words.

"Because it's the only way to silence my screaming thoughts."

"What thoughts?" Concern was now very apparent in Draco's questions, but neither seemed to notice, or care.

"Thoughts of Sirius Black." Harry's eyes started to glisten with unshed tears.

"What about Sirius Black?" Draco knew the name. Sirius was related to him, but had been shunned from the Black family. He was also the supposed murderer of a bunch of people way back when. Draco saw no reason as to why Harry would be thinking about the man.

"How I was the cause of his death." At this point, tears were freely running down Harry's face, and his voice was coming out in choked sobs, though Draco hardly seemed to notice; he was too consumed by his own thoughts.

"How were you the cause of his death?" Draco really wanted to figure out what was going on.

"If I only…If I'd only thought it through. Why'd I have to go? I'm such a fucking idiot! It's all my fault! It's my fucking fault!" Harry was sobbing uncontrollably now; his words coming out as incoherent babbling. Before Draco had time to process what was going on, Harry stumbled out of the tower, just wanting to get away.

Harry frantically ran until he found an abandoned corridor. He quickly ran down it, collapsing against the wall shortly after. He slid down the wall, sobs continuing to rack his body. He sat on the ground for a few minutes just crying, until he pulled his knife out. He quickly cut into both his wrists, calming at the sight of his blood pooling out of his flesh.

Draco, on the other hand, was standing completely still in the astronomy tower, just staring at nothing. After a while, he snapped out of his frantic thoughts and realized he should go after Harry. He quickly ran out of the tower and began his search.

"Potter? Potter? Potter where are you?" After a good long while, Draco found Harry slumped against a wall in an abandoned corridor. Harry had already cleaned up from his previous activity, so Draco knew nothing of what had happened. Draco slowly made his way over to the green-eyed boy.

"Potter," Draco said tentatively. "Are you alright?" Harry looked up at him, eyes narrowing at the sight of the blond.

"Gee, Malfoy, I think I've answered enough of your questions for one day, thank you." Harry knew he had brought it upon himself, but he was still pissed that the Slytherin found out so much about him that he didn't want anyone to ever know. Harry stood up, bumping shoulders with Draco as he stormed off.

Draco was left befuddled. He wondered why Harry cut himself. He wondered what Sirius Black had to do with it. He wondered if Harry was okay. And he wondered why he suddenly cared.