Beautifully twisted
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Chapter 4:The group Draco P.O.V
Group is a tedious thing.
It's like here we want to unload but are afraid of what others and mainly ourselves are going to find if we dig to deep. There are seven of us, including Dr.Trelawny, in a close nit circle.
There's Ronald weasley who thinks the world is going to end at any moment, then there's that granger girl. If I weren't on the gay side I'd probably give her a chance. She's smart, not bad to look at... then again there is the fact that she screams at the top of her lungs at the oddest of times complaining about some monster under her bed. That's when they pull out the needles to put her in la la land. There's Blaise but we all know his issue- he uses sex like how people rely on air to breathe.
Yeah it's that bad.
There's Tom riddle who is sporting a huge grin in weasleys direction. He has the poor boy rocking back and forth in his seat. Now Tom is quite the interesting case. Seems like Tom went on a craze streak and tried to kill his whole family with a little thing called poison. Wouldn't want him cooking my food anytime soon.
Last but certainly not least is Pansy Parkinson, who's currently looking in my direction. Why is it that when girls find out your not trying to score on their team they become even more infatuated? Anyhow Pansy is what we all call the Queen of depression.
When she first arrived here she wore nothing but black. This included clothes, make up, and attitude.
Wonder what pulled her so deep under?
My gray eyes travel to the clock on the wall and I notice we're about to begin.
" Alright everyone it's time to start."
But she doesn't get to say much more because just then the door opens. Someone new steps in and I'm surprised to see jet black hair and hypnotizing emerald green eyes.
Harry P.O.V
Upon walking in the room I suddenly become numb. Why I freeze up so suddenly I'm not sure, maybe it's because everyone is looking at me, but as soon as the feeling came it went and I can once again breathe.
" Ah you must be Mr. Potter please come sit." She points to an empty seat next to a guy with blond hair and deep gray eyes. I find that, strangely I can't look away from him and yet I feel my feet moving on their own towards the group.
He looks down at the chair as though only now noticing its there before looking back up at me. Upon further inspection I see that within those gray foggy eyes is also a swirling blue. His eyes are so beautiful- he's so beautiful but..."
I shake my head as I sit next to the stranger, mind crawling within my thoughts and eyes avoiding his gaze.
" Harry you alright?" Dr. Trelawney, I believe McGonagall said her name was, voice breaks through my haze and I look up once again.
" Yes...yes I'm perfectly fine Dr. Trelawney." She seems pretty taken aback by what just happened but she says nothing about it and instead clears her throat to get the others attention. Beside me the boy shifts in his seat and I find that my eyes want to travel back to his own.
" Well-" she says pushing big round glasses up her nose. " Harry it's a pleasure to have you with us."
I don't know how to say so I just nod and look at the group of kids before me. Some of them have a welcome smile on their faces; others are assessing me from head to toe.
I find it quite unnerving.
" So who wants to begin group this session? Come on guys just because there's someone new doesn't mean anything. We're all here to help each other."
The guy next to me snorts loudly and I turn to look at him once again only to see he's smiling lightly in my direction.
Surprisingly I smile back.
Harry P.O.V
Fifty minutes later and I know a lot more about the kids in group.
Like how Ron and Hermoine are both in Gryffindor too like me, how at any moment Ron thinks the worlds going to end so hey why can't he be in control and end his own life- Pretty Ironic of him if you ask me. Hermoine who blacks out at times and see's things no one else dares to see, There's Pansy who talks about how much pain she's in mentally and just wants some peace. Then there's Tom who in my eyes is a total lunatic.
I mean he spent most of the time going into detail about the different ways when he was little, how he killed insects in his own back yard. Blaise doesn't say anything at all just keeps looking at me with this hungry gaze on his face.
Then there's Draco Malfoy. He's another story all together-
A beautiful dark fantasy...
"... Sometimes I would get so depressed that I just wanted to stay locked up in my room, laying in complete darkness. Times like those are when I felt it the worse...this pain that would course through my whole being. It was times like those when I wanted the darkness to take me away completely."
When he's finished I try to look inside his head, to see if he's treading through the same black I find myself in every time I get the urge to cut.
" How about you Harry?" How come your in a place like this?"
But it wasn't Dr. Trelawney who asked me this question; it was the broken blond behind me.
" Are you fucked up or is it just that no one understands a beautiful guy like you?"
Every one in the room cracks a smile at this even the ol' doc graces us with a nervous smile.
" Truth be told I'm both fucked up and misunderstood Potter." He doesn't say this with a bitter tone but it's light and playful, which causes a small smile to grace my own pale lips. So I shrug my shoulders cause hey why not share something with people who are equally fucked up as me.
Slowly I roll up dark sleeves to show thin red lines going up as far as the eye can see, with my other hand I lift up cloth to reveal a single gun wound in front of a still beating chest.
I smile.
" I guess this is why I'm here."
Draco's P.O.V
' Wow.' That's the first thing my mind processes as I look up a pale and red arm. I wonder vaguely if he's sporting cuts on the other.
What surprised me most though was the bullet wound over his heart.
" Jesus Harry how did you survive that one?"
This is Ron's remark as he looks at the wounds. Harry just shrugs and pulls back down his shirt. Blaise's face drops in disappointment when Harry's' abs are removed from view. I wonder if he's heard a word we said since group started.
Poor horny Blaise.
" Cool. Why don't you tell us about the blood potter? Did it splatter on the wa-"
" Enough Tom!!"
Everyone's attention turns to Dr. Trelawney who now that I've noticed face is as white as chalk. But you would think she would want to hear this delicious piece of info.
" I think were finished for today."
Some of the kids groan and it seems Harry's a little bit entranced by the lines on his arm.
Good old memories I suppose but he looks up when everyone begins to stand, Girls and boys falling into two separate lines at the door.
" I still want to hear about that blood." Tom whispers standing a little to close behind a trembling Weasley. Harry falls to the back of the line and though I know I shouldn't I get a little too close to Harry myself.
" Your to beautiful to damage such flawless skin you know."
My fingers lightly run its way up his still half exposed arm. My breath tickles his ear and he shivers slightly.
I know what I'm doing is dangerous...Know that I'm treading in dark waters but at the moment I don't really care.
A/N: Well there's chapter 4 hope you guys like it. Review.