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Chapter 4: Insulted

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Harry's classes were hard, long, and boring. It was worse than he could have ever imagined. School was not interesting for Harry, it never was. But this time it really was not even worth trying. He made no friends during classes, he had attempts. Girls giggled as he walked by and tried to hit on him, guys just thought he was the best thing to hit the Earth. Everyone wanted to be like him, be him.

He made no effort to do anything. Why should he? He had no one smart, like Hermione, to help him with his homework. He had no one to keep him laughing, like Ron. And no one to love him, like Ginny would have. He felt as if no one cared, except Draco, but he didn't like the idea of that.

Harry didn't want to change like McGonagall wanted him to. He wanted to be friendless and loveless. He wanted nothing to cause him more pain. Harry lost everyone he ever loved.

Harry's worst class was of course potions. Since he knew Draco slightly, he decided to sleep through most of the lectures. Draco woke him up most of the time, but other times, just let him sleep. This went on for weeks and progressively got worse. Harry's grades plummeted.

"I think Harry is having nightmares again." Draco told McGonagall in private.

"What? Can't you hear?" She asked as if Draco were stupid or deaf.

Draco shook his head.

"He may have put a silencing charm. He's smarter than he puts off." Draco was thinking about the last potion he had gotten from Harry, which contained a large amount of saliva.

McGonagall thought for a moment, placing her hand on her chin.

"You're going to have to make him comfortable around you, Draco." McGonagall sighed. "I know how you feel about him, but he's silently crying for help."

Draco grunted and left McGonagall's office. His feelings about the raven-haired boy were beginning to change. He didn't quite hate him like he used to, but Draco still didn't like the boy.

'How the bloody hell am I going to make him comfortable? Tuck him in every night? Sleep with hi-' Draco blushed at the thought, then quickly shook it out of his head, 'No, he's a pitiful little prat. You can't think that way.'

Draco walked into the study and could hear the pounding of the shower on. He thought that it must be on quite high if it's making such a racket. He went to his room and listened on the door to the bathroom quietly. Draco could hear whimpering, very soft whimpering.

Harry was crying. Draco never thought he would hear it. He thought Harry was emotionless. But it must have been just a front. A pained grunt could be heard, then a sigh of release. Harry was not…doing what Draco thought he was doing…

Without any warning, Draco burst into the bathroom. The moment he walked in his breath faltered. The shower door was ajar and blood ran down the inside of it. Draco quickly pulled it open and saw Harry holding himself up in the corner of the shower. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. Blood stained his wrists darkly and it was dripping down his wet body. He had been cutting himself with a rather large knife.

"Potter!" Draco yelled in awe.

Harry slowly moved his head and looked at the blonde.

"Let me die, Malfoy." Harry said low and breathlessly. "Just…let…me…die."

Draco pulled Harry from the cold shower and carried the bleeding body to his bed. Harry began to tremble as Draco dried him. He was loosing blood fast.

Draco couldn't let him die. His mind raced as he called Madam Pomfrey.

"Oh dear!" Madam Pomfrey ran in seconds later and caught sight of Harry on the bed. "I feared something like this might happen."

Harry was still conscious as he trembled. His lips were blue and his face was pale. Draco had never seen the boy so weak and defenseless. And he looked pretty bad when Draco used to find him drunk on the side of the street.

Madam Pomfrey examined him. Harry refused to make eye contact with either of them, so he just stared at the ceiling. She poured a thick brown liquid down Harry's throat, forcing him to swallow it. She turned to Draco.

"The effects of the blood thickening potion will have him paralyzed from the neck down to two days. You're weekend will be spent taking care of him because I have business to take care of at the Ministry."

Draco nodded. Madam Pomfrey handed him a bottle of the thick brown potion.

"Every 12 hours." She told Draco as if she were punishing him. "Don't forget."

After Madam Pomfrey exited, Draco turned to Harry, who was gaining his color back slowly. He still stared at the ceiling absentmindedly. Draco sighed.

"You're angry with me? I saved your damn life!" Draco stopped after that. He walked over to Harry and looked at him.

The boy didn't blink, he simply stared.

"Do you really think I'd let you die like that?" Draco asked, almost yelling.

Silence again.

"Great…so you're never going to speak again? You're screwing up you're life, Potter." Draco sat on the edge of his bed. "Everyone I knew died too, you know. My friends, Snape, my mother…" Memories of his mother invaded his mind. "But I'm doing something for myself. Maybe you should think about that."

Draco thought that maybe this was what McGonagall meant when she told him to make him comfortable. He was beginning to want to help Harry.

Harry grunted. It wasn't much, but a sign that he wasn't planning on being a mute forever. Draco slept on the couch in the study that night.

When he awoke, Draco decided to check on Harry. He cracked the door to his own room, peering in to see if Harry was awake. The raven-haired boy's eyes were wide open, and he was again staring at the ceiling. Draco walked inside.

"Are you going to just stare all weekend?" Draco asked, turning to his desk with ungraded vials on it.

"No."

Draco was startled that Harry spoke. He expected just silence. Draco sat at his desk, not interesting in making more conversation with Harry.

"Malfoy," Finally Harry spoke. It seemed like hours after Draco had sat down.

"Hmm?" Draco asked, peering down at an off-coloured potion.

"What happened to everyone you knew?" Harry was still pondering what Draco had told him the night before.

Draco dropped and spilled the vial he was looking at all over his desk. He wasn't prepared for that kind of question from Harry.

"Well," Draco said, trying to clean up the spilled potion, "Crabbe and Goyle were killed by the Order. They deserved it, those two dunderheads killed about a hundred muggles. Blaise might as well be dead; he landed himself in Azkaban. Pansy committed suicide." Draco sighed in remembrance. "Snape was killed by Hermione. You know that. And my mother…my father forced me to watch her die. He killed her slowly in front of me. Then I killed him."

There was an awkward silence.

"I don't understand, Malfoy," Harry whispered, "how do you live?"

Draco remembered what he did after everyone seemed to disappear. It was the same thing that Harry did. He drank. He knew Harry's pain. One particular night, he ended up at Hogwarts and ran into McGonagall. She convinced him to do something better with his life, convinced him that he could find friends and love again. He was trying at least.

"I…drank too." Draco admitted. "Though it was only for a week. I landed myself here one day and McGonagall talked some sense into me. Potter, you know you can do better. You could be making it big as an auror!"

Harry let out an angry sigh.

"I'm not you, Malfoy. I don't want money or power. I want my friends and family back." Harry growled more angrily than he ever had.

Draco frowned deeply. He was trying to help Harry out, and let him know what he could have and Harry just insulted him.

"Forgive me, Potter, for trying to help you. For all I care you can just die." Draco walked out and slammed the door behind him.

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This was probably a really emotional chapter…cries. It's just so sad. Thanks for reading and please review.

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