Title: Save Me From The Dark

Author: Princesspepper

Rating: I think I can get away with R.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Pairing: Harry/Draco (suggestion of Ron/Hermione, but, of course, that is not important).

WARNINGS: Sexual content (later), adult language, self-harm (cutting, more specifically), kinda dark, and some Ron-bashing in later chapters.

(A/N): How sad, the last chapter! My first multi-chapter fic comes to a close… weeps I wanna thank everyone who followed this through its progress, it means a whole lot to me!

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(Chapter Fourteen: Lost Without You)

Harry stared out the window of his room onto the frosty grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That's all he could bring himself to do in his spare time lately. He had nothing to do but dwell on the past and try to understand what went wrong. He just couldn't figure it out. But then that sweet little note from Draco gave him a little glimmer of hope, which only faded when he was reminded of what Draco had suggested before Harry had walked out.

Did he really only use Harry like Samantha had? Was he planning on shagging him then walking away all along? At first, it seemed wholly possible, but then Harry thought more and he came to realize that this simply couldn't be so. Why would Draco even bother leaving that note if he truly did not care about Harry? And it had clearly said that he loved him.

Harry sighed and turned away from the window. The only reason he was still alive and functioning was because he still had some hope. Otherwise, he didn't know what he would do. Life was so bland and empty without Draco.

I swear that I could go on forever again.
Please let me know that my one bad day will end.

I will go down as your lover, your friend;
Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin

Harry felt hot tears well up behind his emerald green eyes as he thought of his and Draco's last beautiful night together. What had changed in that little time?

And one thing had made everything else worse. Harry couldn't sleep properly without Draco. He was so accustomed to going to sleep and waking up with his arms wrapped protectively around his lover, but now, he woke up to his cold empty bed with the hangings drawn shut. And he was having nightmares.

Harry had been having these bad dreams for most of his life, but he didn't notice that they had stopped when he began sleeping with Draco. All he knew was that Draco's nightmares had stopped. And now that Draco was gone, Harry's horrific nightmares had increased two-fold. Now he was waking up to cold sweats and screaming. But the awful thing was he could never remember what he had been dreaming about. His only clue as to what his dreams had been about was what he was screaming when he awoke. Most of the time he was either screaming "NO!" or "DRACO!" which was very odd. Or so it seemed.

Are you afraid of being alone?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.
Are you afraid of leaving tonight?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.

Everybody seemed to know about Harry and Draco's breakup, but nobody ever mentioned it. The only person who seemed to care was Hermione, but Harry didn't want to talk to her, or anyone else. He just didn't want to think about it. Talking would probably only bring him back to the harsh reality that was his life.

Harry was always glancing at the door of his room, his subconscious hoping that he would see Draco walking through the door. His attention never wavered from that spot, even if his eyes did.

Harry knew he was being foolish. He knew that Draco would most likely never come back. But he pretty much didn't care. He needed that hope.

I'll leave my room open till sunrise for you.
I'll keep my eyes patiently focused on you.

So Harry dragged his feet over to his bed and lay down on his cold sheets. He didn't even bother to pull the covers over himself. He would be cold anyway. So he fell asleep.

But he was quickly awakened by knocking on the door. Harry raised his head from the pillow just in time to see the door creak open. Draco walked into the room slowly.

Harry sat upright and locked eyes with him. A wide grin spread across his sleepy face. Draco smiled back and ran over to the bed, his arms outstretched. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry protectively. Harry started sobbing onto Draco's shoulder, wracking both their bodies with sorrow and relief.

Draco pulled away and cupped Harry's face in his hands. "Harry," he whispered, his stunning silver eyes filling with tears, making him look adorable. "I will never leave you again."

But Harry couldn't talk. His vocal cords were all tied up from his crying. So he just nodded. Draco smiled and brought his face closer to Harry's, about to capture him in a kiss that promised to be breathtaking.

But as the boys' lips were mere millimeters away, something happened. Time seemed to freeze. And Harry woke up for real.

Where are you now? I can hear footsteps, I'm dreaming.
And if you will, keep me from waking, to believe this.

Harry now felt even sadder than he had before. Fresh tears were stinging his eyes and threatening to escape. Suddenly, he felt an urge to do something. To continue a certain habit he had kicked over a year ago.

Harry felt the strong urge to cut himself. He pulled up his shirtsleeve to look at the broken heart he had carved in his arm. 'Samantha,' he thought painfully. And now he could think of Draco as he looked at it. But Harry had been heartbroken one too many times apparently.

As he stared at the scar on his arm, right before his eyes, it tore itself open once again. Blood leaked from the edges of the pale heart and oozed down his arm, creating the illusion that his heart was breaking. All over again.

Harry stared, transfixed, as the wound deepened all by itself. He didn't so much as touch it and it bled more and more. It was so symbolic that it was almost funny. But then Harry finally remembered that wounds didn't bleed all by themselves as he recovered from the initial shock. Harry started to sob.

Are you afraid of being alone?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.
Are you afraid of leaving tonight?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.

His tears trickled down his paling cheeks and fell down onto his forearm, where they mingled with the fresh blood. He just cried and cried, finally sinking down onto the floor, writhing in both physical and emotional agony.

"Draco…" cried Harry, "where are you, love?" he whispered one final time before passing out from all his misery.

Are you afraid of being alone?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.
Are you afraid of leaving tonight?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.
Are you afraid of being alone?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.
Are you afraid of leaving tonight?
Cause I am, I'm lost without you.

"Harry, what happened?" Hermione was asking a very subdued-looking Harry the next day at breakfast.

"Yes, what is it mate?" added a now more open-minded Ron. It turned out that he couldn't stand seeing Harry upset any longer, and finally came to his senses, with just a bit of help from Hermione. Okay, well maybe more than a bit.

Harry merely shook his head and kept his eyes downcast at his plate. "Harry, you're a complete mess." Said Hermione sternly.

"I-" said Harry, his voice cracking from disuse. "I feel awful. I still can't believe what happened with Draco."

As he said this, Draco Malfoy himself strode into the room. Harry carefully stared at his eggs, pushing them around on his plate. Draco shot the Gryffindor table a contemptuous glance before taking a seat between Zabini and Parkinson, kissing the latter on the cheek. This made Harry glower.

Everyone knew Draco was gay, why was he still pretending? Harry didn't want to think about it any longer, so he returned to his food.

Later on, Ron and Hermione invited themselves into Harry's private room. Hermione demanded that he explain what was wrong.

"You said it yourself, I'm a complete mess!" Harry hissed miserably. "This is like Samantha all over again, except this time I was in love and we had sex twice!" Ron visibly cringed at this statement. He was still getting used to the fact that Harry was gay. It wasn't so easy for him to accept.

Hermione however, was feeling very compassionate. She embraced Harry and let him cry on her shoulder. "Harry," she whispered, "you've got to let go. Believe me, Draco didn't want this any more than you did." But when Harry questioned her, she just ignored him.

When Harry pulled away, his shirtsleeve went up a little, revealing part of the fresh scab that formed over the wound that had opened earlier. He went to quickly pull it down, but Hermione had already seen. She grabbed his arm and yanked up the sleeve further.

"Harry—you've been cutting again!" she yelled, looking at him with a horrified expression on her face.

"N-no I haven't!" yelped Harry, startled from her reaction.

"How could you say that! Look!" she screamed, gesturing to the scab.

"But Hermione, it's the weirdest thing! It just opened itself up last night! I swear, I didn't do it!" Harry said defensively.

Hermione raised an eyebrow in questioning, but accepted Harry's excuse. But she was still very confused. 'Why would that happen?' She thought to herself. All of a sudden, the proverbial light bulb went off.

"Harry! I-I've got to go!" she yelled, grabbing Ron's arm and busting out of Harry's room.

On their way out, Harry heard Ron say, "Wh-where are we going 'Mione?"

"Honestly, Ronald! We're going to the library of course!"

Harry chuckled despite himself. That was so Hermione. But his giddiness soon faded as he remembered why he had been feeling sad. He sank all the way down on his bed until he was lying. He silently wondered if he would ever be truly happy again. He was just so lost lately.

Part of Harry knew that he needed to move on. It was just necessary to get through life now. But another part told him that he would never give up on Draco. Never. He would always wait for him, no matter how long it took. Harry Potter was in love, and nothing would ever change that.

I'm lost without you
I'm lost without you…


(A/N): Sniff SO SAD IT'S OVER! It's been a long, hard journey and… :comes to her senses: okay… never mind. I sound like an idiot, lol. Okay, the song in this chapter is called "Lost Without You" and it's by Blink 182. Appropriate, no? I thought it worked pretty well.

So, the sequel to this fic is called "I Will Not Forget" and it will hopefully be up soon. I'll give you a teaser, just coz I'm really mean. This takes place about a year and a half after the end of this fic, and they've already graduated from Hogwarts. Here it is:

Teaser: I Will Not Forget

"Thank you very much," Harry said with a smile as the man took his bags.

"Not at all," the man said, smiling back. "Right this way, Mr. Potter, I'll show you your room."

Harry thanked the man and followed him up a winding staircase. When the two finally reached the landing, the man walked ahead of Harry and reached into his pocket to withdraw a key. He gave it to Harry and gestured to the door in front of him.

"Oh, Mr. Potter?" Harry looked up at that. "I hope you don't mind, but we have limited space here. You'll be sharing your room with another young man."

Harry was slightly taken aback but nodded. He really didn't mind. Harry placed the key in the lock and turned it while simultaneously turning the doorknob. The door slowly creaked open and Harry peered inside. He gasped audibly at what he saw.



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