Summary: Draco Malfoy is lusting after Harry Potter. But is it just lust or something more? Harry has his own problems. He's been abused and raped by Vernon Dursley. He thinks Draco is gorgeous. He cuts to feel alive.

Harry

I sighed. People had started noticing how thin I was. Ron was sympathetic to my plight when I told him seeing Dudley pig himself out would put me off food during the summer. Unfortunately, Hermione was still suspicious. I'd caught sight of her narrowed eyes every time we ate together at the Great Hall. It was irritating as hell, not to mention suffocating, when she sent Ron trailing after me offering to carry my things to class.

I had Potions next, after History of Magic, and I was excited. Draco had grown into his looks and filled out nicely. I could go on, but in short he looked gorgeous, not that I'd admit it under the Cruciatus. I half-hoped he'd get too angry one of these days and push me down so that I could feel his hands on me. There was half-an-hour left before Potions, so I went to the restroom to alleviate the pain.

I deftly slid the tip of the dagger into my skin. The apple red liquid was mesmerizing to look at, it gave color to my skin which was too pale. I immediately applied alcohol to the wound. This stinging was pleasant, unlike the pain of Vernon pushing into me. I quickly hurried to the library to search for a glamor to cast on myself. After all, I couldn't wear full sleeves for the rest of my life.

Draco

I watched from a corner as Potter tore apart the library looking for anything on glamors. Naturally, I followed him when he left the library, looking smug and slightly relieved. I figured I would uncover a huge secret, a part of Harry that would be mine. As always, I was right, only it was a dark secret. One I wish someone else had figured out before me, because there I was in the middle of the Prefect's restroom and there he was, cutting himself with a weird smile on his face.

I gasped softly, inadvertently alerting him to my presence. He looked up and the strange smile turned into a lopsided frown. He started begging me to keep his secret and as he kept babbling a few tears slid down his face, glittering like diamonds.

Didn't he know how much I wanted to kiss those tears off? I thought adoringly, 'Merlin, everything you do seduces me'.

"Come here," I softly commanded with my arms open. His eyes became apprehensive as he obeyed me stiffly. I idly wondered how he could recognize commands so thoroughly. What dominated my attention was the broken Harry in my hands. I could do anything with him now, and in his current state, he would let me.

Author's Note: Please don't ask me how Harry got into the Prefect's bathroom. I chose the Prefects bathroom for some semblance of privacy. It's fanfiction. Use your imagination. If you have a particular scene that could explain how he got into the bathroom, PM me the para and I'll try to add it in somewhere. [Also give you acknowledgement.]