This is my first fanfic and English isn't my native language. So if you would like to send me a review telling me about my horrible grammar or spelling, well then, at least I will have an excuse.
Disclaimer: Nearly all things in this story belong to J.K Rowling, just borrowing it a sec.
Warnings: Slash, BDSM
Why? Oh God why?
Why hadn't he drawn the curtains closed, the others were at Hogsmeade that's the reason, but he could very well have don it anyway. He could have gone to the astronomy tower like so many times before, but no, no he had to sit in their dorm and get caught by his friend. Seeing that look on Ron's face, a mixture of concern, fear, even disgust. How on earth would he explain this? He couldn't say that he had been in a fight, not blame Draco or Hermione's cat. None of them would leave him in his own bed bleeding from numerous wounds holding a dagger in his own hand. It was all painfully obvious, obvious what he had done this time and what he had done so many times before. Why hadn't he used a concealing charm? He could have used a concealing charm.
"I...I...it's not what in seems" Stupid, stupid, use the oldest cliché in the book.
"But Harry, I thought..." Stop staring like that Ron, please stop staring. "Why haven't you said anything?"
"I, well...I don't...I feel fine, I'm not depressed, it's just that..."
"Just what, mate! You are cutting yourself! You can't talk yourself out of that one."
Don't look at me like that, I'm not some kind of circus freak.
"Just what...Something you have to do? Something you like?"
"Yes"
"Huh?"
"The later."
"Something you like! You don't mean that! I know you, I've known you for six years! You would never do that, why Harry?"
"Told you."
"No"
"Please Ron, I'm okay, I'm fine."
"Fine! You are hurting yourself."
"No...I wouldn't say that I am."
