Rating-M for language and because I'm paranoid.
Story Summary-Both Harry and Draco have secrets. Can they help each other with them? Or will Draco's secret destroy them both? Warning-HPDM Slash.
Chapter Summary-In the dead of night, Harry learns Draco's secret.
Author Note-Okay, so this is my first fanfiction. I'm only fourteen, so I understand it's not the best. I like it, but I won't be mad if you don't.
Disclaimer-I own Harry Potter just about as much as I own Star Wars. (In other words, it ain't mine.)
Chapter One-Blood Red
Harry crept along the passageway on the sixth floor. He was hidden underneath the Invisibility Cloak, as Filch and Mrs. Norris were bound to be lurking somewhere at this time of night. It was deathly quiet; all Harry could hear were his footsteps, his quiet breathing, the creaking of Hogwarts, and…crying?
Harry stopped, listening intently. Yes, there it was. There was indeed crying coming from the boy's bathroom. Slowly, he crept towards the door, not wanting whoever it was to catch him snooping and get mad.
I should just go. I don't want to bother whoever it is. It's probably something personal, and they'll just yell at me. He peered at the door, trying to decide whether to go back to the Gryffindor common room or not. What if they're not okay? What if they're hurt or something?
Harry bit his lip and edged towards the door. I'll go in and check it out. If it's nothing, I'll leave and they'll never know I was there.
Content with his decision, Harry quietly nudged the door open and stepped inside. He barely stifled a gasp at the sight he saw.
Standing over the sink was Draco Malfoy, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. In the mirror, Harry could see tears streaming down his cheeks. It was like de ja vu. Harry flashed back to the time in his sixth year when he'd stumbled upon the same sight. Except for that time, Malfoy had tried to use the Cruciatus Curse on him, and Harry'd accidently caused him to almost die of blood loss by using the Sectumsempra curse he'd found in the Half Blood Prince's book.
And this time, Malfoy was holding a knife to his inner arm. Slowly, he drew the knife across his pale skin, dark red blood trickling down his arm.
This time, Harry couldn't stop himself from gasping.
Malfoy spun around, his gray eyes wide. He frantically tried to hide the knife behind his back, but Harry had already seen.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy, are you-are you cutting yourself?" Harry demanded.
"Why should you care, Potter?" he hissed, the blood from his arm dripping on the wet ground, mixing with a puddle of water.
"My god, why? Why would you do that to yourself?"
Malfoy sneered his famous sneer. "I don't feel very compelled to tell you, Potter. And if you tell anyone what you saw, I'll kill you, you hear? That means no running off to hold secret meeting about this with Weasly, the Weaslette, or the Mudblood. Bloody, not the Mudblood!" He swiped at his teary eyes.
He suddenly looked desperate, his cold eyes raking over Harry.
"If you tell anyone, I'll kill your friends and leave you alive just so you can grieve pathetically over your loss," he snarled.
Harry looked at him, pondering this. "I don't think you would, Malfoy. I really don't think you would. You couldn't kill last year. You couldn't kill Dumbledore. I don't think you've changed. Well, but the little…" He glanced at Draco's bloody arm.
"Leave me the hell alone, Potter." With that, he stalked out the door, his pale blonde head disappearing around the corner, leaving a small trail of blood behind.
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