Warning: Self injury.
A/N: Written for the Slash/Femmslash Boot Camp (please),100 Pairings (red), and Paula who requested this with the prompt secret.
You have a secret for killing the pain. A delicious secret of slicing your pretty skin and drowning the mental pain by making it physical.
Each cut brings his voice back. You hear Cedric pleading with you to stop. It only makes you press the blade harder.
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She finds you slumped against the bathroom wall, a wad of tissue stained red held to your wounds.
"Please," you whisper. "Please don't tell."
She's a Slytherin. You expect her to tell you to target your veins, to cut deeper so that they'll finally be rid of your weeping. Instead, she kneels beside you. "Why'd you do it?"
"It hurts not to."
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She heals you. Not with magic or with potions. Pansy talks to you. She lets you say what you need to, and she never interrupts.
"You're better than this."
"I don't want to be better," you tell her.
She lifts your arm and kisses every scar you've made. "Try," she whispers. "For me. Please."
And all you can do is curl into her, crying into her shoulder.