I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
Draco stood in the bleachers on the shore of the lake and chewed on the inside of his cheek. His fingernails were digging into the palms of his hands and he could feel blood dripping from between his fingers. He had been in the water for to long. For far to long. His hour was over but still he hadn't come up. The other three champions were sitting on the shore, along with all four of the captives. Ron and the little blonde girl had just surfaced and been pulled ashore. But where was he?
Draco was shaking so badly he was surprised his friends who were all standing around him hadn't noticed yet. His heart give a painful lurch when he finally surfaced. He lost control of himself momentarily and felt a tear of relief slide down his cheek. He wiped it off quickly and ran his hands through his hair. No one had noticed. He turned away from the scene on the shore of the lake. He couldn't watch anymore.
Pushing his way past Crabbe and Goyle, Draco left the stands and started walking back to the castle. He was breathing very fast and his heart was pounding so hard it was painful. He needed to get away from it all before he passed out.
"Hey, Draco. Where you going?" Goyle jogged up along Draco's right and Crabbe on his left. They both watched him expectantly as he made his way up the path.
"Disappointed Potter didn't drown. No point being here anymore." The two snickered and one of them clapped him on the back. "You two stay. Tell me later what the scores were."
"Yeah, okay." The two boys dropped back and returned to the stands.
Draco took a deep breath, keeping his back straight as he continued to walk. He didn't stop until he reached the sitting room in the castle. After closing the door he moved across the room and dropped onto the couch. He let his head fall into his hands and let go of the reins he kept on his emotions.
Harry wormed his way through the crowd of people in the Gryffindor common room until he found Hermione. He pulled her aside and bent low to whisper into her ear. "I need to get out of here."
The girl nodded and gave his hand a squeeze. "I know. But you aren't going to get out of here anytime soon."
"I need you to go to him." When the girl gave him a questioning look, he gave her a pleading one. "Please. He will hurt himself, Hermione."
She frowned but nodded her head. "Okay. Fine. Where is he?"
Harry told her where the sitting room was and he watched as she spun on her heel and quickly made her way to the portrait hole. Harry turned back to the crowd as someone called his name and went on pretending he was having a good time.
Hermione slipped into the sitting room and closed the door behind her before anyone could see her. But the corridor was currently empty so she wasn't over worried about it. She turned to look around the room and was surprised to find it empty. A flash of worry went through her. With what Harry had told her and Ron, Draco was likely to be off somewhere hurting himself if he wasn't in this room waiting for him.
As she turned to go, she thought she heard a noise. She moved closer to the fireplace and saw Draco sitting in the corner of the room with his knees pulled to his chest. He looked up when she knelt in front of him and her heart clenched at the sight of him. His face was streaked with tears and blood.
"Draco. What did you do to yourself?" She reached out for him and he drew back sharply.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Draco. But your bleeding."
The boy frowned. "I am?" He raised a hand to his face and Hermione grabbed his wrist. He looked up at her. "Where am I bleeding?"
"What did you do to your hand?" Hermione pulled his hand to where she could see it in the firelight. His palm was ripped open in four long bloody lines. "Did you do this with your nails?"
Draco's eyes swam with fresh tears and he pulled his hand back, tucking it against his stomach. "Not on purpose. I didn't do it on purpose. I swear I didn't."
"Okay. Okay. I believe you. Calm down." She suddenly felt something like panic well in herself. This was not the Draco she knew. Harry had told her about who the boy really was, but she wasn't sure she believed it until now. "Come on. Come sit on the couch. I'll do something with your hands so Harry doesn't see them, okay?"
Draco looked up at her and she could see the pleading and the fear in his eyes. "Is he okay? Was he hurt?"
"Harry is fine. He wasn't hurt." She took his arm and pulled him to his feet.
"You wont tell him? About my hands?" He sat when she turned him and pushed him to sit on the couch.
"No. But you should. Hiding things isn't healthy. Stay right there." She went to the small bathroom that was off the sitting room and ran cool water over a hand towel. When she returned, Draco was staring at is hands.
"I didn't realize how badly I cut them."
"It took him longer then it should have to come back up." Hermione took the boys hands and began to clean them gently. "I'm not good enough to heal this completely, you will need to go to Madam Pomfrey for that. But I can close them so they stop bleeding." She took out her wand and did just that. Then she washed the blood from his face before returning the towel from the bathroom. She stood on the other side of the table from Draco, who was now sitting with his knees drawn to his chest, staring at the fire. "Harry asked me to come and make sure you were okay. To tell you that he's fine and he will be here as soon as he can. There's a party in our common room right now and he cant get away."
Draco nodded and continued to stare at the fire. "Do you know when he will be here?"
"No. Sorry. I'll try to find a way for him to slip away. I know he really wants to be here. If the party lasts much longer I'll drop a dung bomb or something to clear the room out."
Draco nodded again and Hermione turned to go. "I want to apologize to you, Hermione."
She stopped with her hand on the doorknob and looked over her shoulder. "What for?"
"For all of the horrible things I have said to you. I don't mean any of them. I think you are a brilliant witch. The fact that your parents are muggles means nothing to me. I don't enjoy saying the things I do." He turned his face away from her and laid his cheek against his knees.
"Harry told me. But I appreciate hearing it from you. I accept your apology. And Harry is right, Draco. I know you don't mean the words you say. So they don't bother me anymore. Harry loves you. So that means I want to see you safe as well." When the boys shoulders started to shake again from crying, she opened the door and left him alone.
Finally, was all he could think as he made his way through the dark, deserted corridors. He pulled opened the door to the sitting room and locked it behind him. Draco looked up at him as he moved across the room and was in his arms a second later, having leapt from the couch.
Harry gently stroked Draco's back as he clung to him, his body shaking. "I'm okay. I'm here."
Draco laughed softly and pulled back enough to wipe his face. "I was so scared. You took so long to come back up." He looked down at his hands. "I cut up my hands with my nails. I didn't even realize I did it until Hermione pointed it out." He sighed and laid his head against Harry's shoulders. "Thank you for sending her. She helped calm me down. I would have gone mad by now if you hadn't."
"That's why I send her." He took Draco's face in his hands and kissed him softly. "Are you okay?"
"I am now." Draco leaned in and pressed his lips to Harry's. When hands roamed down his back he moaned softly and pressed his body harder against the other boys. His body stiffened instantly when Harry's hands gripped his ass and pulled him even closer.
Harry pulled his lips away from Draco's mouth and pressed them to his neck. "I love you. So much. I was so worried about you. I didn't want to be in that party."
"Stop talking." Draco pulled Harry's mouth back to his. In a quick movement, he pulled Harry's shirt out of his pants and ran his hands up his bare back.
Harry shivered at the unexpected touch. Draco had never touched him this much before. Ever since that evening in Dumbledore's sitting room, he had been careful about how much he touched the other boy.
"Harry." Draco skimmed his nails down Harry's back as he pressed his lips to his ear. "Make love to me."