Losing Pain

Chapter Eight

Draco sat at the table set for two, alone. Never had he cried before, but this time he wasn't able to hold his tears back. Again, he had made the one person he cared for the most, angry. He hadn't meant to, but it was too late to not.

He knew that he shouldn't have meddled so far into the teen's life. It was way too soon. Even though most people would say that a person should get help as soon as possible, Draco thought differently. They needed their space and Draco had crowded Harry's. Now, he wasn't sure if the boy would even talk to him again. He was probably as angry as he was when he yelled at Hermione.

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Harry wondered when someone was going to find him. Draco had to be coming down soon. Surely he would look in the room, making sure he wasn't doing what he had just done. Harry laughed to himself out loud. Draco was going to be in for a surprise.

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Draco sighed and finally stood up after what seemed like forever. He wondered why he stayed up on the tower. Did a part of him think that Harry was going to come back? He knew that Harry wasn't the type to immediately go running back to apologize. He was one to make things difficult for others. Maybe it was his way of revenge, but it hurt both people equally.

Suddenly, feeling extremely stupid, Draco ran down the stairs. He almost ran past the door that Harry frequently opened before he stopped, wondering. He wouldn't stay so close, would he? Not knowing what he was going to face, Draco slowly opened the door.

"Draco!" Harry murmured happily. He had a smile on his lips even though he seemed to be close to passing out.

Draco didn't know what to do this time. The boy had his grey sweater off and thrown in a corner. Not a single drop of blood seemed to be on it, but Harry seemed to be a different story. There were cuts up his arms, all the way to his shoulders. Every single one of them looked to be bleeding freely, making his arms have the exact same color as the tablecloth that Draco had picked out for the table above them. But that wasn't the worst of it. From the top of his jeans, over his belly button, to the end of his chin, Harry had a never ending cut. Luckily it wasn't exactly deep, but it was deep enough to let enough blood escape to cover his torso and pool below him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't come up and show you, Draco." Harry continued to softly speak. "I wanted to, but for some reason I can't seem to muster enough energy to even move anymore."

Draco ran over to him and grabbed one of Harry's arms. There had to be at least thirty cuts. "How are you even conscious?"

Harry ignored the question. Instead he frowned. "Draco, why have you been crying?"

Draco didn't hear him. He was too busy healing the cuts on both of his arms. When he was finished with that, he looked at the long cut that seemed to take over Harry's body. Draco wasn't even sure at how to heal the thing. He didn't know if a simple healing spell would cure it. Instead, he decided to do what a Muggle would do. He took off his white shirt, now only slightly covered in blood, and pressed it to the deepest part of Harry's cut.

"Harry, where's your knife?" Draco finally spoke again.

Harry looked down at his right hand where he was holding the metal that was drenched in blood. Draco slowly pried it from his bloody hand and pocketed it.

"Are you going to return that?" Harry asked.

Draco glared at him as he tried to keep enough pressure on the boy's wound. He didn't want to move Harry, but what he was doing didn't seem to be helping. Finally, he decided on the right thing. He took Harry into his arms, trying his best to keep pressure on the cut, and made his way out of the room and down the stairs. No one was around, so Draco kept walking towards the Hospital Wing.

Finally, right before he got to the door, Madame Pomfrey opened it. She gasped at the sight before her and hurried Draco through. She led him to the same room they had kept Harry before and made Draco lay him down on the nearest bed.

"Where was he?" She asked as she hurried around, collecting things she'd need.

Draco kept pressure on the wound as he watched her. "I found him in the Astronomy Tower."

"You do know you could just ask me." Harry spoke up. Somehow, he still hadn't passed out. It was practically a miracle.

Madame Pomfrey finally finished with searching for things and set them all on the bedside table. She made Draco remove his now ruined shirt before she took out her wand and quickly healed the cut. It wasn't the same spell Draco had used for Harry's arms, so he was grateful he had made the right decision. Then, she had forced Harry to drink what seemed like a bucketful of potions. At first Harry refused, but Madame Pomfrey was able to force down the liquids. Draco was completely impressed.

"Draco, go get Professor Dumbledore." Madame Pomfrey finally said after forcing what seemed like the tenth potion down Harry's throat. Draco, now numb from watching everything happen, just nodded and quickly ran out of the room and to the headmaster's office. When he was there, he realized he didn't know the password.

"Please let me get past." Draco pleaded to the gargoyles that were guarding the way. Neither of them moved. "It's an emergency!"

He must have been yelling quite loud because, after awhile, Dumbledore came hurrying down the steps. Only then did the gargoyles part to let him through.

"Draco? What is it you need, and why are you shirtless and full of blood?" Dumbledore looked almost afraid.

"It's Harry, Professor. Madame Pomfrey told me to come get you right away." Draco explained. Dumbledore didn't wait any longer. He ran down the halls with Draco following his tail. They passed a few students who were still roaming the halls. Draco didn't stop to yell at them for staring. He was too concerned and scared for his one and only Harry.

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Draco sat at the chair next to Harry's bed. They were still in the Hospital Wing, except Dumbledore had Harry moved to an even more private room than before. This time there was only a single bed, bedside table, and chair. Draco hadn't left the room ever.

After Madame Pomfrey had finished giving Harry all of the potions, Harry had finally passed out. Draco was amazed at how long he had stayed awake, but now it was three days later. Draco was starting to get worried. If Harry didn't wake up soon, Draco didn't know what he'd do. Never had anyone had such an affect on him. The boy could make him extremely happy, but he could give him so much pain that it actually brought tears to his eyes.

Harry seemed to be in a peaceful sleep. Not once did he stir. Draco took the boy's hand and gently kissed the palm. Then he kissed his fingertips and finally the back of his hand. Then, unexpectedly, he felt Harry's hand grasp his. Draco's eyes quickly flew up to Harry's head. The boy stirred a little bit before he finally opened his eyes almost painfully slow. The first thing they looked at was Draco.

Draco smiled. "You're awake."

Harry frowned. "I'm sorry I broke your promise."

A/N: Sorry I'm a little late on posting this chapter. At least it's only a day late! Hope you liked the eighth chapter. And, as always, I thank you for reading this story.