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Chapter Three

"Honestly Harry, how could you leave the castle like THAT?? It shows that you've given up!" Hermione said, still unable to believe that Harry left Draco.

Maybe I've really given up. Harry wanted to answer Hermione but the answer that came out of his mouth was "Why not? I don't really want to see his face at the moment."

"Of course you don't! Who will want to face that ferret face? I'm glad you left him, mate. Good for you!" Ron shouted from the kitchen.

"Ronald! Don't be so horrible!" scolded Hermione

"Horrible? You called me horrible when ferret boy did all that to Harry? I'm going to the castle to teach him a lesson!"

"Don't you dare! Violence do not solve everything!" Hermione gave Ron the evil eye when she said this.

"Whatever. I'm still going to avenge Harry." Ron said, ears already starting to redden.

Harry, foreseeing an argument is coming, quickly interrupted by announcing he was going to rest in his room. Harry was glad when he saw Hermione and Ron feeling guilty because they were so childish.

"Malfoy! Come down this instance!" Ron yelled from the entrance as the house elves watched fearfully.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Draco sighed heavily. He didn't want to catch an eyeful of that shit weasel first thing in the morning. Draco swore before making his way down to meet a very angry Ron.

"Weasley, stop yelling like some lowly muggle."

"Sod off, ferret boy! What did you do to Harry?"

"I did nothing." replied Draco calmly.

"Oh yeah? Harry came to my place looking like he'd just been told that he only has 1 week to live and you said you did nothing??"

"Shut up, Weasley. Stop testing my patients!" snapped Draco impatiently.

"Do you know how miserable Harry is right now? And you know what? It's your entire fault!"

Draco kept quiet and Ron continued firing away.

"What the hell happened to all the promises, ferret?? What happened, Malfoy?"

Still no response.

"I've never trusted you. Mind you, I've warned Harry but he wouldn't listen to me. I guess I've been right all along."

"If you're really his friend, persuade him to come back to me. I still love him very much." said Draco suddenly.

Ron snorted at this and said, "Good try, Malfoy, but I'm not that daft. If you love him so much, win him back yourself. I'm not a house elf and I will not do your dirty jobs for you, especially those that involve Harry!"

"Fine. Then leave now, Weasley."

"You don't deserve him, Malfoy"

"Just fuck off and go to hell."

"Ok, but not before I punch you, Malfoy."

And Ron really did punch Draco in the face, hard, before turning around and running away like a school boy caught stealing sweets from the candy store. Draco was completely caught off-guard by Ron's sudden blow.

"Fucking hell!!" swore Draco loudly as he felt a trickle of blood flowing out of his nose.

Meanwhile, Harry was slowly sinking into depression in his room at Ron's place. And to make things worse, the image of Draco and Oliver in action kept on replaying in his mind. It kind of stuck to his mind, since he couldn't get it out of his mind no matter what he thought of.

He wondered what would happen to Voldemort if he killed himself. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought how pathetic he must be now. The 'savior' of the wizarding world crying because his husband fucked someone behind his back.

He laid on the bed and thought, what went wrong in our relationship? Did I do something wrong? He thought and thought but he just couldn't figure out what was the problem. Harry kept on asking himself the same question, should I give Draco another chance?

"Of course! Look how miserable you are now." his 'angel' inner voice said.

"No! He betrayed you." his 'devil' inner voice protested.

""Don't you remember all the sweet memories you both had?"

"The main problem is: He BETRAYED you!"

"Still, everybody has mistakes. Nobody is perfect."

"He LIED to you!"

"Maybe he had a reason. Why can't you listen to his explanation?"

"How sure are you that he had been faithful to you all along? Maybe he had been fooling around since the first day you got together."

"Everybody deserves a second chance. Even you hope you'll be given a second chance when you make a mistake."

"Malfoys are EVIL and cannot be trusted. Look at Lucius Malfoy, he is just pure evil."

"Harry, trust the person you love."

"Look at what happen when you trust someone like Draco."

Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He shook his head violently to chase away the two annoying voices. Now they really confused him. What should he do anyway??

All he wanted to do was for everybody to leave him alone. He missed Sirius. Harry felt a lump forming in his throat and he lost all self control and broke down crying. He loved Draco so much but Draco had to betray him. Harry knew deep down that he'll never stop loving Draco, no matter what. He could never stay angry at Draco but he knew he had to go. That way, Draco will be free to be with Oliver.

Oliver is so much better than me. He's tall, handsome and sexy. Draco deserves someone better than me. I'm just a worthless person who caused everyone I love to die. Maybe it'll be better this way, Draco won't have to die like everyone else did. Harry felt his depression eating away his mind. He wants to be happy but he couldn't.

Harry went into the bathroom to cool down. He looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked when a pair of lifeless eyes stared back at him. His beautiful green eyes which were once so full of life have become flat, dead and emotionless. Harry looked away quickly. The lifeless eyes scared him.

He found a razor near the sink and he picked the razor up and examines it closely. He then sank the razor into his flesh without hesitation. It was painful but for the first time in two days, he felt truly alive and happy. He sat on the floor and closed his eyes. Thoughts ran though his mind. The first time he rode a broom, the first time he and Draco kissed, the first time they made love, the time when Draco proposed to him, the images just kept flashing through his mind.

He felt like he was flying because he felt so light. Although he didn't want his life to end like that, he felt that it was the best way. He couldn't stand to see Draco being with someone other than himself. If he's dead, then he'll never have to see that happen.

He wondered if he was going to die because he could feel his life slipping away slowly. The life was flowing out of Harry together with the crimson liquid. Harry stood up and walked shakily to the mirror. He looked so pale and tears were streaming down his face. He wiped away his tears with his good hand.

He smiled at the irony of it all. He had been so anti-suicidal when he was in Hogwarts because they lost Dean Thomas in their 6th year when he committed suicide in the astronomy tower. Everybody had been so sad to lose Dean, especially Harry and the other boys in the same dorm. Now he was going to end his life like that too.

Harry suddenly felt very weak and sat down again. He closed his eyes again and thought he heard Hermione yelling and banging on the door before he slipped into unconsciousness.

"Harry, if you don't open the door now, I going in whether you like it or not!" yelled Hermione.

No response.

"Harry! I'm serious! Don't make me barge in like that. Frankly, I don't want to see you naked."

Quietness.

"Harry! OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR!"

Silence.

"Alright! You forced me to do it! ALOHOMORA!"

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Hermione.

The sight that greeted Hermione was not a pleasant one. Harry was lying in a pool of his own blood and he was pale as a corpse. There was a long cut on his arm and blood was gushing out of the wound. Hermione felt tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed to Harry's side.

"Harry Potter! Wake up now! Wake- wake up now!!" said Hermione as she choked on her own tears.

"Harry, please..."

"Why are you so silly??"

Deciding not to waste anymore time, Hermione decided to take a risk. She held on to Harry tightly before she apparated to St. Mungo's.

Draco was startled by the sudden roaring of fire and then someone shouting his name. He looked at his fireplace and saw Hermione's head hovering in the fire. She looked disheveled and Draco felt his stomach tighten painfully.

"It's about Harry, isn't it?" asked Draco before Hermione had the chance to speak.

"Yes! Come to St. Mungo's now! Harry is in danger."

"What the hell happened?!"

"No time now, Draco... Hurry up! Harry needs you!" Hermione's head said before disappearing again.

Draco sat down on the couch. He couldn't stand up properly because his legs felt like jelly. When the information sank in completely, Draco sprinted for the door to his apparation site outside the castle.

Outside the emergency room, Ron was trying to talk some sense into Hermione because she kept on insisting it was her fault that Harry was in this state.

"Hermione, it's not your fault. You're not a seer, how could you have known that Harry was going to do something stupid?"

"No! It's my fault. I shouldn't have left him alone."

"If it's anyone's fault, it's Malfoy's!"

"Why was I so stupid, Ron... I don't want Harry to die!" sobbed Hermione pitifully.

"I know, love. I know."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, dear. I think he's under a lot of pressure. What with the ferret's betrayal and all that."

"I know, but Harry just seemed so much stronger than that. Remember Harry's reaction in our 6th year when Dean died? It just seemed so weird that Harry tried to kill himself."

"Don't think about it, love. Rest now..."

"Hmm... Okay..." mumbled Hermione sleepily.

Meanwhile, at the reception, a livid Draco Malfoy was making a huge scene because the receptionist refused to let him know where Harry is.

"I demand to know where my husband is right now!" said Draco furiously.

"How do I know you're not a death eater?" asked the receptionist suspiciously.

"I am NOT a death eater! Just tell me where he is."

"I will not let you harm Harry Potter. So don't even think about it."

"I'm his husband, for goodness sake!"

"I don't care whether you're his husband or not. All I know is all Malfoys are scumbags."

"Fuck you! I demand an answer right now!"

"I'm sorry, sir. But I have the right to refuse answering any of your questions."

"How much do you want? I can give you a lot of money if you answer my question. WHERE IS HARRY POTTER?"

"Are you attempting to bribe me? You could go to Azkaban for that you know?"

"Damn it! You brought it upon yourself." said Draco as he stunned the annoying receptionist and proceeded to check Harry's location by himself.

"Granger! What happened to Harry?"

"He- he..."

"He tried to kill himself, bastard." answer Ron.

"I'm warning you, Weasley, I'll bloody hex you if you don't tell me the truth!"

"It's true, Draco..." said Hermione in a barely audible whisper.

"WHAT??? But it's not possible... Harry was so anti-suicidal..."

Hermione was sobbing loudly and Draco had turned paler than a sheet of paper. He couldn't believe Harry had done that to himself and it's his entire fault. He was the one that caused Harry so much agony and pain. He made Harry so sad that Harry wanted to end his life.

His Harry, his dear Harry was in the emergency room right now because of a stupid mistake that Draco made. Draco completely torn Harry's heart into little pieces and now he had to pay the price for it. He will die too if Harry doesn't survive.

"Will he be alright?" asked Draco suddenly.

"I don't know, Draco. I really don't know."

A/N: There! Another chapter! This is not BETA-ed... Nobody wants to be my beta reader sob... Anyway...Hope you guys like it... And thanks for the reviews kiss...