Beautifully twisted

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter & CO. or Impulse by Ellen Hopkins.

A/N: Not much to say but everyone thank you for your reviews and I hope you guys like this chapter. I think this is one of my fav's. Anyway here's chapter eight.

Chapter 8: Damage

Harry P.O.V

I walk into the room, walls a blinding white, bed a soft cloud.

I sit on the edge gathering my thoughts, hold in the urge to scream. I try my hardest to forget Draco's words and remember them at the same time.

" I care about you."

But why should he care for someone like me?

I remember his lip's on mine, the way they made me feel... alive. I hadn't felt like that since Cedric looked into my eyes and swore everything would be all right.

Reassurance.

Finality.

Thing about that is with Cedric things ended up bad and I ended up here. I can't help but wonder if things with Draco will have a worse punishment than this. Cedric clouds my mind again and I jump up from my bed and pace the floor-mind twisting and turning with uncertain thoughts.

Love, hate, jealousy, ultimate devotion.

It's like I still want to protect Cedric, want to protect all the secrets we shared but there's the fact that he told one of the biggest secrets of all about our love affair. I wonder if what I did caused him to hurt as much as he hurt me. It would only be fair for him to feel the same pain I did when things ended so suddenly between us.

The memories stir sadness deeper than any I've felt before. It occurs to me then that not to long ago all I wanted to do was get out of this hellhole and crawl on my knees back to Cedric. I had planned on how I'd make him feel-Guilty. I would show him the scar on my chest where a hole once was.

But now after hearing about his confession I don't think he'd want to see me. Wouldn't answer the phone if I called or open the door when I knocked. That means the only thing I would have to look forward to is going home to a family who doesn't want me and becoming invisible once again.

I'm not ready for that.

This realization makes my stomach turn and my eyes water.

So what were my options?

" We'll help each other Harry..."

Draco's words echoed in my head before taking me over completely.

Was Draco Malfoy the only thing I had left? Thing's don't make sense anymore.

Then again... I don't think they made sense in the first place.

Draco P.O.V

Monday mornings are always the worse. Classes, group therapy and groggy minds all in one? What a bad way to start the morning.

" Alright class. Today we'll be doing something a little different. I wanted to explore-"

The door opens then and in walks Harry out of breath, cheeks pink, hair more unruly then usual. If I didn't know any better I'd say he'd just been shagged but that isn't possible.

" Ah you must be Mr. Potter. Come in and find a seat. Please try not to be late next time dear."

He nods and looks around the room before his eyes land on me. As though unsure of his actions he makes his way towards me and sits in the empty seat right in front of me.

" Potter you weren't doing anything naughty were you?" Tom asks leaning towards Harry.

Before I can say anything though Harry laugh's non-chalantly waving away the concept.

" Well of course not! Not unless it's with Draco."

My eyes grow wide at his suggestive tone, Tom cracks up saying something along the lines of ' fucking fantastic' and Blaise just snorts behind me.

" Gentlemen!"

Tom quiets down a little trying to control himself while Pomfrey glares at all of us.

" Now like I was saying I wanted to try something a little different today. Who can tell me something about some famous poets?"

No one raises his or her hand and I'm not at all surprised. Not many people are very enthusiastic when it comes to participating in class.

Pomfrey roll's her eyes before turning towards the board. While she writs down a couple of names I find myself leaning towards dark locks.

" What's with you this morning? I've hardly ever seen you this...upbeat."

He turns to me slightly with a grin on his face.

" Guess I have you to thank for that."

I want to ask him what he means by that when the door slowly opens.

Harry P.O.V

You ever felt like one minute your mind is clear and the next it was clouded and distorted?

You ever felt like one minute you could breathe and the next you were gasping for air?

That is how I felt when I saw who had walked through the door.

Mrs. Pomfrey turns from the board, looks at the newcomer, and smiles wildly.

" Ah Mr. Sykes I didn't know you were still coming. Dumbledore told me you had cancelled at the last moment."

His blue eyes travel around the room and I know he's looking for me.

I just know it.

And it seems I'm right because when his eyes land on mine they light up instantly.

" Yes well something did come up but the more I thought about it the more I realized I couldn't possibly pass up and opportunity such as this one."

He stares at me the whole time and I find I can't look away from him. Not when he was linked to me in so many heart retching ways.

Draco leans in closer to me and Tom is looking back and forth between Richard Sykes and me.

" Do you know him?" Draco's voice is hesitant and dark. I know he's trying to figure out this piece to a very complicated puzzle. I can't answer him because my mouth is too dry and I don't thin I can open my mouth to speak either way. So I just shake my head no before looking down at the paper and pencil down on my desk.

" Class this is Mr. Sykes. He's an English teacher at Dermount high, which is a couple of miles from here. Mr. Sykes was highly recommended to come share with us the art behind expressing ourselves through poetry. I'm sure you will all find this lesson quite interesting."

I'm not sure what happens after that but I'm aware of his voice booming through my ears, my throat constricting painfully, and my hands begin to shake slightly. After a while his voice comes back into focus.

" Now I'd like you all to write a poem about your happiest and most precious memory. Don't be afraid to express yourselves with words."

He stops speaking after that to exchange words with Pomfrey. People pick up pencils then and I can see them thinking of things to write about, wondering if there was even a happy memory somewhere lodged in their brain.

I don't even search for such a memory. There was none there to begin with.

" Harry are you alright?" Draco's voice whispers in my ear and I'm about to answer but then...

" Harry. I see you haven't written anything yet."

That voice cuts through me like a knife and I slowly look up to see blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I don't even answer, just stare at him with wide eyes. He leans in closer then, until bright blue level with emerald green.

" Shame you ended up in a place like this Harry. Poor Wood. I went to his house not to long ago you know, seeing as how he was fired from his job because of your little stunt. He'll be lucky if he ever teaches again in this country. He was so distraught now that everyone in the whole school knows what happened between you two. Shame really you would think he'd keep such a precious secret. Oh but don't worry I didn't let our little secret slip and I expect you not to either."

He stands up fully then, rests a hand on top of my head.

" Keep up the good work." His voice is dripping with sarcasm.

The minute he walks away, the pencil I didn't know I was gripping breaks in half.

" Harry what did he say?"

Suddenly my hands begin to shake like an earthquake. The pieces fall from my hands onto the ground and everyone begins to stare. I bend to pick up the pieces but I can't, my body isn't cooperating with my brain or is it that my brain isn't cooperating with my body?

" Harry are you alright?"

Mrs. Pomfrey gets up from her seat but not as quickly as Draco reaches my side.

" Harry damn it what's wrong?"

Draco looks at me with terrifies gray eyes and it occurs to me that by the look on his face, I must look worse than I feel. Ron comes up then and it's more than I can take.

The three of them talking at the same time makes my brain hurt and I'm suddenly dizzy. My body feels as though it's shutting down and acid begins to rise in my chest.

I jump up from my seat and I push past all of them.

" I have to go to the bathroom."

I run from the room, down the hall and into the bathroom.

I burst through the stall door, kneel over the toilet bowl and puke up all the memories.

Draco P.O.V

" Oh dare I hope he's ok. Do you think it had something to do with the lesson?"

His words; I forgot what his name was 'Mr. Sykes', brings me back to reality and I turn on him quickly.

" What did you say to him?"

He gives me an innocent look and I want to punch him in his face for whatever he did.

" I don't know what you mean. All I did was give him a few suggestions. A little... inspiration."

I grab out for him but Blaise quickly grabs me from behind restraining me from doing anything.

" Draco It won't do any good. Come on calm down."

Pomfrey is already calling someone down here and with a growl I pull my arm away from his grasp.

" Fine, whatever."

Just then an orderly comes in the room, points a finger in my direction.

" Come along Mr. Malfoy."

I glare in his direction but follow him nonetheless and into the hallway.

" You know they're going to trip about this... I thought you were over making trouble in class Malfoy."

I ball my hand into a fist, the image of Harry looking so scared and helpless tattooed in my brain.

I don't answer him.

I'm to worried about what the hell just took place.

Harry P.O.V

Stomach empty of all things. Thoughts weighing me down. Surprisingly no one has retrieved me from the confines of my room yet and for that I'm thankful.

I'm sitting on the cold floor, knees up to my chest, eyes closed tight against the world.

"...Don't worry I didn't let our little secret slip."

Little secret?

It was never a little secret. Tears spring from my eyes when memories send shivers throughout my body and I can't breathe.

I suddenly felt like I was going to die.

I crawled over to the mattress wiped the sweat from my brow and the tears from my eyes. My chest felt heavy.

I broke down completely.

Quickly I grabbed the clip from under the mattress and didn't even wait to slash away at my skin.

Arms, legs, chest, nowhere was left untouched. Blood poured from open wounds, veins bled profusely.

I was trying to find release, grab back reality, and touch some piece of sanity. But sanity was long gone and all I felt was pain, all I felt was fear.

So I threw the paperclip across the room, grabbed a lock full of black hair and screamed.

Draco P.O.V

At first I wasn't sure if I were hearing things.

Could I be dreaming? Was I dreaming?

But then it got louder, filled more with anguish and pain before rising higher. My feet stopped, head turned and before I heard the pounding in my ears I heard the orderly whisper a single word.

" Shit."

He runs down the hall grabbing his communicator.

" Malfoy move your ass I'm not-"

But he doesn't have to say anything else because now I'm running too. Running as fast as I can.

" I need assistance now down by the Gryffindor rooms. Shit! I believe its Harry Potters room."

My heart skips a beat and my face pales. Dear God Harry what did you do?

When I reach the door the screaming abruptly stops and the orderly wastes no time opening the door.

If I didn't have control over myself I would have probably screamed myself.

Harry was sitting in a corner of the room, rocking back and forth, eyes wide and distant. Blood was dripping from different areas of his body- Arms, legs, neck. I wanted to hold him and punch him at the same time.

Just when I'm about to rush to his side four orderlies rush in.

" Jesus someone call the doctor down here."

They make their way over to him and I follow. As I get closer his eyes dart over to mine and his breathing slows down a little, eyes searching mine for something before he looks away.

" Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory... D-draco what do I do? Cedric isn't here, never was here but I want him I need him. I need him...need them both. Don't you understand?" he asks an orderly.

He repeats this over and over again, tears falling from his eyes.

Just then the doctor arrives, pushing everyone out of the way.

McGonagall rushes in then along with Dumbledore. She rests a hand on my shoulder, pulls me from the room.

" Draco I'm sorry you had to witness this... So very sorry. Why don't you come down to my office and tell me what happened."

Dumbledore comes out then, a thoughtful look on his face.

" Minerva you can question Draco another time. Right now I need him in my office. Draco can you follow me please?"

Do I have a choice?

But I follow quietly, face blank and expressionless on the outside.

On the inside though my mind is going haywire. Images of him broken, and feeling as though at any moment I'd loose my own mind.

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