Hey peepz! Double update this weekend! Reason for this is that I have finals next week and I'm not sure if I can upload then. So, in case I can't, here's the next chapter!

Some people really seem to be able to read my mind! Those who I'm talking about will know what I mean when reading this chapter :3

I feel like it's time to do this again: I DON'T ANYTHING YOU RECOGNISE! JUST MY OC'S!

Enjoy! ^^

Chapter 8:

"Hey Scorpius," Rose said as she walked over to the boy's bed.

Naturally, she got no response.

"Madam Valderrama is encouraging me to talk to you. She thinks you'll hear this and wake up sooner. I hope she's right."

She sighed.

"We need you, Scorpius. Albus needs you. He's breaking. No one notices, I think. Just his family. He's not eating like an elephant anymore. He pays even less attention in class. If you don't come back soon… I still need to tell him. Merlin, Scorpius, I can't! I don't want to make him even more sad. He finally made up with Ricky, and I don't want to ruin his happiness like this. Madam Valderrama shouldn't have asked me to tell him. But I guess I'll have to. Stay strong, Scorpius." She squeezed his hand. "Please wake up soon."

She stood up and left, before she would start crying.

I really can't tell him.

-o-O-o-

Albus and Damon have Quidditch practice today, Danni thought.

She worried that Damon might take things too far. He had a tendency to do that. Like with Malfoy.

Of course Malfoy deserved it.

She did wonder why Damon was so willing to help her all of a sudden, though. Usually, they said hi to each other in the hallways or when Albus met up with one of us and the other joined.

She never expected Damon to be so co-operative. Well, she wasn't complaining.

Damon was the perfect servant. She couldn't be caught red-handed like this. Everyone would always blame Damon. She was safe. The only thing she needed to worry about was not losing Albus.

She was sure that wouldn't happen, though.

Sure, he was hanging around Malfoy a lot lately. But she was confident that when Damon and she would uncover Malfoy's secrets, Albus would come back to her.

Then he would be hers again.

Damon had told her a lot over the past week they've been hanging out.

He told her that he really just wanted his friends back.

Danni scoffed. He still has his friends. Ricky is too scared and too easily intimidated by Damon to leave. Also, it's obvious to every closely-observing girl that Ricky totally has a thing for Damon.

She supposed it made sense. Damon is very good-looking, with his black hair and muscular posture. He wasn't supposed to love him, though. Blasphemy. That's what it is. He and Malfoy shouldn't be the way they are. They are sinning in one of the worst ways possible.

She could live with Ricky for the moment, though. First she needed to take care of Malfoy.

She wouldn't rest until he was dead.

And Damon was to do it.

She giggled to herself. Of course Damon had to do it. She couldn't be caught with blood on her hands.

Damon wasn't going to kill him either. But he was going to make his life so miserable that he would kill himself. That's what they had agreed on doing.

She could get Damon to do it without him telling anyone of her involvement.

Of course, she could help a little.

She knocked on the door of the Hospital Wing.

"Madam Valderrama, could I please see Scorpius? I really want to see my friend."

-o-O-o-

Albus couldn't believe Damon just said that. Of course he could've expected it, but he hoped Damon could get over their differences on the Quidditch pitch.

"Damon, you can't do that! You want to win the Cup just as bad as I do. You know I'm not for boasting about my Quidditch talents, but you have no choice but to agree with me when I say you need me on the team if we want to win!"

Yells of 'yeah!' and 'Albus is right!' were heard from the rest of the team.

"Potter, this has nothing to do with our differences. I just think you need to spend more time with Malfoy until he has woken up. You can't focus on him and Quidditch at the same time."

"Bullshit, Damon. All three of us know you don't give a flying fuck about Scorpius!" Ricky said.

Damon looked surprised. "Ricky, stay out of this. You don't want me as your enemy."

"Ricky, calm down. I got this," Albus calmed his friend.

"Potter, I just think you should take a break for a while. You are replaceable."

"No, he isn't! Without Albus we're doomed!" Beverly Harris, Chaser, said.

"Harris, you stay out of this, too," Damon said, turning around.

"No, she's right!" Ricky chimed in.

Damon turned back to face Albus and Ricky. "Potter, you're off the team, and that's final."

"Damon, you just made a terrible decision. You now need to find a new Beater, too," Ricky said.

"What?"

"You heard me. There is no fun in playing Quidditch with all this drama. I quit."

Damon realized he'd just made a mistake.

"No, please, Albus you're back on the team! Ricky, don't leave!"

"No, I'm not taking your bullshit any longer. Albus, I'm going to Professor Vector's office first thing next morning. Goodbye, Damon." With that, he left the locker room.

"Ricky, come back!" Damon yelled after him, but Ricky really left.

Damon looked really taken aback by this.

"Let's just go and practice," Albus said, grabbing his broomstick. "I'll talk to him later."

-o-O-o-

Fucking Damon. Who does he think he is?! I'm really going to Vector tomorrow. Oh, who am I kidding. I'm too scared. When he comes to me with his fake apology, I know I'm going to accept it and act like nothing has ever happened. I'm so stupid. I don't want to forgive him, but I just can't help it.

Ricky didn't know where he was heading to, but he found himself in front of the Whomping Willow.

Time to visit my old friends.

He touched the knot at the base of the tree with a long branch and climbed through the secret passageway into the Shrieking Shack.

He would come here often. To just do his stuff.

He called it stuff, because he thought he sounded even weaker when he called it playing music and self-harming.

He went over to the dusty couch and took out his stuff from under the couch. He never really bothered to hide it away carefully, as no one hardly ever came here.

Damon, as much as it pains me to say this, you caused me to self-harm today. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I don't know, and, quite frankly, I don't want to know, either. It'll scare me…

He raised the razor and slashed open his skin.

The ecstasy ran through his body. He needed this. It was the only way for him to let out his pain. The terrible pain he endured sometimes.

He wouldn't call himself depressed. He really wasn't. He found joy in life in a lot of things. But sometimes he experienced pain. And because he was emotionally very weak, the pain would really sting. He found out in his fourth year that self-harm was the only solution to this problem. He would cut himself whenever he felt pain and then cover his arms with his sleeves until the wounds would become faint scars which were hardly noticeable. He thought Damon had noticed them once, but he didn't seem to care enough to confront Ricky about them.

Damon, he thought. Damon… I hate you, yet I love you. I don't want to love you. You're an arse. You're mean. You intimidate the weaker ones to do your bidding. Like me. I should be disgusted with you. I should hate you. Yet, I don't.

He cleaned his arm of the blood and put his stuff back under the couch.

He was planning on playing a bit of music, but he also wanted to go see Scorpius before curfew, so he climbed back through the tunnel and made his way to the Hospital Wing.

On his way, though, he was grabbed and dragged into an empty classroom.

"Wha-" he started but he was cut off by a fist coming into contact with his face.

Another kick to the stomach and he fell to the floor.

It was too dark to recognize his attacker, but he knew who it was.

"Damon," he groaned.

"Just to make sure you don't go and tell stories about me, Ricky boy. See you tomorrow at breakfast." He left the classroom.

See? I should hate you, but I can't. I love you too much…