Losing Pain

Chapter Two

Where am I? Harry thought as he slowly opened his eyes. Everything was a bit fuzzy until he blinked a few times. He found himself in the Hospital Wing, surrounded by practically everyone he knew. He wanted to curse them out, but he knew that would look a little suspicious.

"Harry! You're awake!" Hermione exclaimed and quickly hugged him tightly. Harry lay in his bed, staying frozen until she had unlatched herself from him.

"We all thought you were a goner, mate." Ron looked down at Harry. There was no glare on his face, only pure concern. Harry made sure to make up for him.

"Why am I here?" Harry flung his arms up to motion to the room, but found himself held down by restraints. "And why am I locked up?"

"Harry, we know what you've been up to lately." Hermione told him with her arms crossed. Then, she pointed to his arms. "We don't need you doing it again."

"It's not your problem." Harry growled out.

"It is too our problem!" Ron exclaimed.

"Harry, we're here to help you. We're all your friends. Why are you straying away from us?" This time it was Dumbledore who had spoken. Everyone turned to him except Harry who kept his glare on Ron.

"I don't need any of your help. You only make things worse."

"You know that's not true, Harry." Hermione said. "Every one of us has been there for you and we plan on still being there for you."

You may 'plan' on it, but you definitely never are or will be. Harry thought. He knew it would be worthless to say anything more. More complaining would mean more people talking. He was already sick of Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore. He didn't need Ginny, Poppy, McGonagall, or Hagrid bugging him too.

"Could you all please leave me alone?" Harry finally asked, using the nicest voice he could manage. "I'm still feeling a bit woozy."

Everyone reluctantly left after Poppy agreed with him, saying that rest would be a good thing. For once, Harry was actually grateful for the mediwitch.

***

"Wake up, Potter."

Harry groaned and turned away from the voice. He still didn't feel like talking to anyone. But instead of leaving him alone, they decided to shove him over to where he was before.

"Potter, I know you're awake." The voice told him again. "Now open your bloody eyes."

Harry mumbled a few words of hatred before he unwillingly opened his eyes. They widened when he saw a blonde standing in front of him.

"Surprised to see me?" Malfoy asked with his usual smirk on his face.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked. "If it's just to make fun of how messed up I am, just leave because I already know I am."

Malfoy laughed, but then shut up quickly. He was so used to being so mean, but that wasn't why he was there. Truthfully, he didn't know why he was there.

"I came to see if you were alright." Malfoy just told him the truth.

Harry raised an eyebrow. Never had Malfoy showed a sign of caring, except for the day before, but that didn't count. That moment was beyond strange.

"A Malfoy, caring for a Potter?"

Malfoy shrugged and sat down in the chair that was set next to Harry's hospital bed. "I think I've seen stranger. I see they aren't taking any chances." He nodded to the wrist restraints.

Harry pulled his arms up as far as they'd go then let them fall. "Apparently there's the possibility that I might 'hurt' myself again."

"Well would you?" Malfoy asked.

Harry smiled to him and shrugged. "Yes, but it's not like it actually hurts."

"It didn't look that way when I found you." Malfoy's eyes weren't looking at Harry's face anymore. They had switched to stare at his bare arms. There wasn't a single scar left. Poppy must have fixed them all.

"You were the one who turned me in?" Harry started to look angry once again. If there was one person who wouldn't have cared, he would have expected it to be his worst enemy, but apparently everyone cared about the boy-who-fucking-lived-and-wanted-to-die.

Malfoy shook his head quickly. "No. I heard you fall down the stairs and was the first person to find you passed out at the bottom. You're friend Neville was the one who actually went and got help."

Harry smiled and nodded in approval. At least there was one person who was on his side, even if they didn't want to be.

"So then if you didn't turn me in, why did you come to see if I was alright?"

Malfoy shrugged. He really didn't know and wondered the answer himself. Ever since Harry had looked and acted like a helpless child the night he stepped on his hand, a feeling came over him that forced him to feel for the kid that was below him.

Truthfully, Malfoy had watched Harry trip down the steps to the Astronomy Tower. He watched the blood from his cuts pool around him before he broke out of his trance and carried the teen away from the scene. He had taken Harry to the girls' bathroom with the Out of Order sign on its door.

Moaning Myrtle was nowhere to be seen. Malfoy quickly stopped the bleeding and healed most of the deep cuts. As he was slowly cleaning up the blood, he heard someone start to open the door. Malfoy quickly hid in one of the bathroom stalls and spied through the crack between the door and the side of the stall. There he saw Neville with bright green hair. Malfoy wanted to laugh, but knew he couldn't be discovered. Most likely Neville was hiding from someone who was throwing hexes at him. But, a gasp from the somewhat chubby boy brought him out of his thoughts. Malfoy continued to watch the boy quickly scan over Harry and then carry him out of the bathroom.

Malfoy waited a few minutes before he left the stall and then waited a few more before he left the bathroom and walked calmly back to his common room.

"Thanks, Malfoy." Harry brought the boy out of his thoughts.

Malfoy looked at him confused. "Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything."

"Thanks for caring."

Malfoy nodded with a calm face, but, inside, he was smiling.

A/N: There's the second chapter. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I really appreciate it. Hope everyone likes this chapter as well.