Chapter 2: No One Understands

"Draco what's going on?" Harry let the words escape from his mouth before he knew he said them.

"Nothing! Go away pro…" Draco sneered before he noticed it was Harry Potter, his worse enemy.

"Potter! What are you doing here?" demanded Draco slightly surprised that he was looking at him pathetically.

"I-I heard someone crying. I thought it was Moaning Myrtle or Ginny crying over her ex boyfriend." stuttered Harry nervously. "I'm sorry."

"Go away!" demanded Draco.

Harry disappeared out of sight and Draco headed back to his private dorm. Draco realized that he was falling behind on his homework and class work; he didn't really care.

He felt himself thinking about a way out constantly. He hadn't talked to Crabbe and Goyle since his fifth year had ended; he refused to look at Pansy Parkinson.

He had returned to the corridor where Potter had discovered him crying periodically. He would go there just to be alone, or even to just to cry. He was miserable and was spiraling deeper into a depression that was non-existent to him. His problems felt like a burden and he just wanted to give up. He had planned it very carefully even. He would betray the Dark Lord and would be murdered; just like his mother.

He had stopped altogether going to classes, he refused to eat or sleep. Professor Snape wouldn't even talk to him and that was odd. He just wanted to die.

Draco had been sitting in "his" corridor crying once again. Harry Potter had been staring at him for a few minutes; it was as if he was obsessed. Never did he think that it was because Harry Potter was concerned about him, or that he wondered why he didn't torture him on his daily basis.

Harry had put his hand on Draco's shoulder. His face was tear streaked, he looked at Harry with pathetic red, puffy eyes. Harry gazed into Draco's eyes with compassion and love. It was so strange; his emerald green eyes, untidy jet-black hair, it was as if he cared.

Draco opened his mouth to speak but Harry silenced him, there wasn't a reason for Draco to speak. Harry led him to Professor Snape's office and knocked. No one answered so Harry and Draco went into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. They sat on the floor, and Moaning Myrtle was astounded about Harry bringing a Slytherin into her bathroom. Harry quickly explained why they were in there and Myrtle took off. The sat in an awkward silence that cut through the air.

"Draco what's going on and don't tell me nothing? I've noticed you haven't been coming to N.E.W.T. classes," said Harry breaking the awkward silence.

"Why do you care, you hate me." Draco spat at Harry.

"It's what I do best, I care. Remember I'm everybody's hero, I would expect for you to know that." said Harry honestly.

Draco was at loss for words. The only person that ever really cared was his mother.

"Well… I'm waiting.

"I don't know where to start," said Draco honestly. "I don't really trust you or anyone else."

"You can trust me. I won't tell anybody, including my best friends Ron and Hermione. I won't tell Professor Dumbledore," said Harry hoping Draco would give him information. He didn't know why he was helping Draco. It was weird - too weird.

"I don't trust anyone," repeated Draco losing his temper. He didn't trust anyone, after his mother died he lost his faith and trust in everyone and everything.