Beautifully twisted

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and CO. or Impulse by Ellen Hopkins in any way.

A/N: Well I'm happy to announce chapter 6 to this wonderful fic. Oh you guys have no idea what I've got in store for the upcoming chapters but you'll just have to wait and see won't you. Anyways here's chapter 6.

Chapter 6: Suffocating

Haryy P.O.V

I've tried my hardest to ignore, told myself that the only reason I was twisting and turning all night beneath the sheet's was because of the confrontation in the cafeteria with Blaise.

But now that it's morning I can't ignore the pounding in my head, can't ignore the tears in my eyes, can't ignore the call of the blade.

The light is slowly crawling through the blinds and I sit up in bed holding my head in my hands. I don't know how long I can ignore the urges but right now I want to cut into skin so deep that I can see the blue of veins. I want to cut out all the memories... I want to cut out all the numbing pain in my heart.

Someone knocks on my door, breaking through my trance but through the haze my mind won't quit churning.

" Potter you've got a therapy session in an hour. Dumbledore wanted me to tell you you'll be talking to another psychologist today. Dr.McGonagall is going to be doing the family therapy's today... alright?"

I nod once, my eyes never leaving the doorknob.

"Alright."

He looks at me worriedly before looking at his watch.

" Med's will be distributed in thirty minutes."

I nod again laying back down beneath the sheets. The door closes and suddenly the tears fall without warning.

I hate it when I see pictures like flicks from an old movie.

What scare's me the most though is when I can feel Cedric's body next to mine, fingers leaving trails of heat behind. Kisses sending me above the clouds but... Cedric isn't next to me, never will be again.

And I think it's slowly killing me inside.

Draco P.O.V.

Today they tell me my parents are coming to visit.

" You've got twenty minutes to get down to McGonagall's office Malfoy."

Twenty minutes is all I've got to build back up my cold exterior? Thinking about my father seemed to build it up fast enough.

" Don't let it get to you Draco you're strong enough to handle it."

Blaise say's this to me every time I get the news of their arrival- it's no different today.

But if I'm so strong why are my palms sweating, mind going in circles, and feeling like I can't breathe as I suddenly find myself in front of McGonagalls door?

Harry P.O.V

The meds kicked in not to long ago and is it just me or does everything look sparkly?

"Harry?"

That voice is not one I want to hear.

" Harry I'm Dr. Oliver Wood... I know changing psychologist is a bit unnerving but I assure you, you can trust me ok?"

The colors are beginning to disappear, the colors no longer sparkle, and my fingers begin to itch for something sharp.

" Ok Dr. Wood I know."

Dr. Wood is different than McGonagall a big part being that he's a guy, the other part being that he's quite young.

" How old are you Doc?" I ask tapping my fingers against my knees. He seems pretty taken a back by this but if he is he doesn't say anything about it. Instead he gives me a playful smile.

" I thought I was supposed to ask the questions potter?" he says sitting comfortably in his seat, arms reach back to rest behind locks of brown hair.

" But since you are my patient I suppose we could exchange questions one of mine for one of yours? He asks raising an eyebrow. My emerald eyes can't help but look at his lips as he talks.

Is he sure he wants to start a game?

" Sure. An answer for an answer."

He smiles again before nodding.

" Ok then. To answer your question I'm twenty-seven Mr. Potter. Now you have to answer one of mine."

And so the game begins.

"Shoot." I whisper looking into brown eyes. Brown and hazel are so close aren't they? He leans forward in his chair then, a serious look on his face and I find I don't want to play anymore.

" Cedric Diggory how old was he?"

It occurred to me then that I wouldn't get anywhere lying seeing as how he probably already knew the answer to his question.

" Cedric was a little younger than you about twenty-five years old."

I glare at him for making me reveal something not so secret but still close to my heart.

" You ever had sex with someone you weren't supposed to doc? Someone older?" I ask getting slightly agitated. He doesn't even bother to hesitate.

" Yes. When I was a little younger than you I had sex with a teacher too."

My face drops instantly and my body becomes numb.

He knew?

Draco P.O.V

I step through the door, instantly capturing three pairs of eyes. I'm not surprised at all of the image I see, not surprised when my build up mask drops.

Mom and Dad are standing in front of the desk instead of sitting. The furniture is probably too old for their tastes. Mom's face is pale even with the make-up; her hands are nervously twisting together, gloved fingers rubbing constantly. Clothes dry-cleaned to a tee not a single wrinkle in sight, constantly looking like she'd burst into tears.

Yup not a thing has changed there.

But dad I don't even get past his cold gray eyes before I look away.

" Draco please come sit."

McGonagall no doubt feels the tension in the air as she looks between the three of us. I sit in a single seat placed in front of the desk mom on my right and dad on my left. Surprisingly I feel a hand touch my shoulders; thankfully it's my mothers' slender fingers.

" Draco dear how have things been? I've missed you so much sweetheart." Dad shifts a bit beside me and I try to calm my nerves to some degree.

" I'm fine mom, everything's fine." Fingers tighten on my shoulders tightly before the warmth slowly moves away.

" There is no need to worry Mrs.Malfoy Draco has made excellent progress since he's been here. He's doing wonderful in group therapy and-"

" I assume Dr. McGonagall that Draco is also doing excellent in his studies here. I expect the best from him and I must strain the fact that he must maintain a high GPA. No less than a A-average I hope."

His voice seems to drain the life out of everything in the room. Then again maybe it just drains the life out of me. I slump slightly in my seat, mouth closed shut and eyes fixed on the shiny wood. Mom's hand rests in my hair as though in a way to comfort me.

After all this time she decides to comfort me now?

" That, I'm afraid is up to Draco Mr.Malfoy. I can't make a student work. I can encourage him but the rest is up to him."

Dad turns to me then, a simple glance in my direction.

" I assume then that an A-average is what you have in your classes?"

I don't answer him right away because my mouth feels dry. My mother stops stroking my hair for a moment.

" Of course father." I whisper avoiding his gaze. I feel like a broken doll saying what is expected of me. He stands up straighter then, most than likely happy with my answer.

" Good! Well if everything is going well I expect you to be out of here soon then."

I don't even hesitate this time.

" Yes father."

McGonagall stares at me fore a moment before looking at the clock.

" Mr. Malfoy it's not up to you to tell Draco when you expect him to be out. It is up to him and the progress he has made in this facility. I would hate for you to put to much pressure on your son and destroy the progress he has made."

I can almost feel the sneer on his lips and once again the warmth of my mothers fingers leave me.

" Of course don't want to disrupt the progress he's made."

"Well it seems this meeting has ran its course. Mr., Mrs. Malfoy it was a pleasure seeing you two again."

She doesn't even hold out a hand for them to shake I guess she's used to the routine by now. My parents don't exactly shake hands with the enemy. Enemy being anyone or anything having to do with Hogwarts.

" Come Narcissas."

My mother gives me a kiss on the cheek; a weak moment of motherly affection I suppose, before following my father out the door.

McGonagall doesn't even say anything to me about the whole ordeal this happens almost every time.

" Malfoy you may go. Have a nice afternoon."

I get up and quickly flee the room mumbling a 'you too' before I make it out the door.

Harry P.O.V

How did he know?

" How did you know that? Was it something I said?"

He just shakes his head, game long forgotten as he opens his laptop.

" No it was nothing you said but Cedric did. He confessed. You tried to kill yourself Harry surely he would come forth then."

I don't believe it. Why would he do this?

" I'm sorry Harry but I didn't see us making any progress unless I told you. Now that it's out in the open I'm hoping you'll be comfortable talking about him."

No need to hide now. No need to hide anything.

" And what exactly do you want to know doc? Hmm? The way he kissed me, or touched, or moaned when I sent him to heaven with a simple caress?"

I was getting out of hand, a dull pounding had begun in the back of my head, my eyes became dull.

" Do you really want the details of what went on behind closed doors Oliver?"

Closed hearts.

" Yes Harry but-"

Somewhere in the room an alarm goes off.

" Seems our time is up."

Oliver reaches over to turn off the alarm but in the process of pulling his arm back he knocks over a few papers onto the ground.

" Geez I'm such a klutz Harry you can go ahead I know your dying to leave. Oh and I'm promoting you to level-"

To tell you the truth I don't even process a word he says because my eyes are twinkling silver and I can't help but think that God really is out there as I reach out to grab a revealed paperclip on his desk.

Draco P.O.V

When I leave McGonagalls office who should I see but Harry potter leaving one of the psychologist's office.

" Hey Harry."

He looks up, heads in my direction.

" Hey Draco.

What surprises me is the dreamy look in his eyes, the grin that's plastered onto his face from ear to ear like he's just won the lottery.

Or something else.

" I guess everything went well with you then?"

He smiles even wider walking past me and up the stairs.

"Fucking fantastic," he whispers.

What I do notice though is that he's holding something tightly in the palm of his hand.

Something tells me it's basically his life wrapped around those crushing fingers.

Poor boy must be suffocating.

A/N: Oh the wonderful angst that will be coming in the up and coming chapters. Harry has finally gotten his hands on something that just may send everything really spiraling out of control. I wonder where his recent actions will take him? And poor Draco had to face his father I hope he doesn't suffer from some meltdown or something...Oh well only time will tell. Leave me some reviews and let me know what you guys think ok. Bye!!