Warnings: SLASH. CUTTING. Other warnings later.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

A/N: Named after a song I was listening to, don't ask why, it just inspired me.

A/N2: It's been revised (changed a bit), I hope it's better, not worse. The second chapter shouldn't be too far away.


Bother - Chapter One


Suddenly, Harry's privacy was broken when the door slammed open and someone rushed in. At first, they didn't notice him in the corner, blood down his arms and on his shirt. At first, he stood over the sink, ran the tap and splashed water in their face, eyes red rimmed. It wasn't until a moment later that they turned around in horror at the reflection in the mirror. For the first time in his life, including all his expeditions with Voldemort, he felt true terror.


Harry's mind drew a blank. A total blank. It had been frozen since the boy had slammed through the door at break-neck speed. It had been frozen since he'd noticed the boy was, in fact, Draco Malfoy. It was still frozen when the boy turned around. He felt a little dizzy, though he didn't move. This was typical.


Draco's tears were brushed away angrily, his sleeve coarse against his face, his steps echoed throughout the empty hall. No fucking way. No bloody fucking way.

The bathroom was there. He heard some voices, he ran through the door. No one could see him like this. Such a fucking child. Draco leaned over the sink and ran the tap, his heart racing. The voices went past. He splashed his face with the ice-cold water. His eyes burned. He looked up, they were red, bloody hell.

But there was nothing to prepare him for when he glanced to the side and saw someone propped against the wall. Nothing at all to prepare him for the knife, the blood and the cuts on the boy's arms. And there was nothing in the world that could prepare him for when he noticed who the boy was.

"What the fuck are you doing?"


It was a stupid question considering it was pretty clear. "What do you think, Malfoy?"

"I think you're fucking crazy!"

"Think what you want, now, piss off!" Why wasn't he leaving? What was there to see?

"No." No? What did he mean no?

"Malfoy, just get out."

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Just. Get. Out." Harry gritted his teeth. This was like a really bad nightmare. This was worse than Voldemort. It was one thing to be expected to exact revenge on the murder of your parents. It was another to be found cutting by your archenemy.

"Bloody hell." Malfoy'd just about summed it up in two words. Harry was still waiting for him to leave. He wasn't some sideshow. He almost wanted to scream when the other boy slid down the wall and sat opposite him. He would get up, but he wasn't going to satisfy the smug boy who insulted him every turn. This didn't matter, Harry told himself, Malfoy was nothing.

Eventually he had to say something. "What you doing?"

"Staying. What do you think? You've been strange for the past four months. Do you think I'm stupid? Now, this? Give me some more credit than that, Potter."

"So, you're saying, that you're going to sit here, in the bathroom, with me, to make sure I don't go off myself!" It was a ridiculous notion. Harry stared at his enemy with disbelief.

"I suppose. Look Potter, I don't plan on leaving you here to die. What are you doing here, anyway?"

Harry looked at him, curiously. "I think it's pretty obvious."

"No, I mean, why here? Why not somewhere more private?"

"Hardly anyone comes in here, and I'm Harry Potter, do you think I have any privacy?"

"Well, I don't know, Potter, you could always just drop in for a tea party with the Dark Lord himself, it could solve all your problems." Malfoy said sarcastically. "And tie your wrists with something, you're bleeding everywhere."

Harry looked down at his wrists. "I like them like this." He whispered.

Malfoy gave him a sour and slightly disgusted look. "You see, that's what bothers me. If you, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, can be so suicidal, then where's the hope for the rest of us?" There was a large pause. "You know, I always expected you to die a martyr."

"Jump on the bandwagon, Malfoy, so does everyone else, but there's still a chance yet, does it look like I'm on the edge of death?" Harry wondered where his sarcasm was coming from.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"I do not!" He growled. His eyes flashed in anger, Malfoy was taken aback for a moment before scowling at Harry.

"You do! You're a wreck!"

"Just because the rest of us don't spend hours fixing our hair in the mirror." Harry snapped. "Malfoy, not everyone is as self-absorbed or conceited as you.

Draco snorted contemptuously. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get on with your life. Go fall in love or something." The blond lifted himself up off the tiles. Harry prepared to reach for his wand. But to his surprise Malfoy knelt next to Harry. He tore a strip off the bottom of the Gryffindor's robes and pressed it down around Harry's arm.

It was more out of curiosity than anger that Harry asked, "What are you doing?"

"Do you think I'm just going to let you bleed to death?"

Harry felt a small smile form and suppressed it immediately. "I know what I'm doing, Malfoy, I'm not suicidal."

"You could've fooled me." The Slytherin snarled, slightly put off by the amusement expressed by his enemy. He pressed harder.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?"

"I'm helping you, you little bastard." Though he wasn't really sure any more.

"Malfoy, I hate you, don't fucking bother!" Draco jumped a bit, it was the first he'd really heard Potter swear.

"And I hate you, you prat." Draco was staring at Harry.

"Then why all this..." Harry trailed off, confused.

There was a heavy silence. A pair of worried eyes met his. It took only a second for the other boy to lift himself and run as fast as he could, away from the bathroom.


End of Chapter One.

I've only changed a bit. Ah well, that's life. Reviews would be great! (heaps and heaps of them)