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You'll be okay

By: Ssssbeautie0fanficnsss on Ao3

Drarry

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The blood dribbled down his wrist landing on the cold tiled floor. The blood becoming redder by the second. Harry started at the blood pouring from his now fresh cuts. He knew he shouldn't have done it, he knew moaning Myrtle went to go find his boyfriend. He knew he messed up, but the knife was just smiling at him. It called him to do it again.

That's when he heard footsteps approaching the door of Myrtle's bathroom, the one Harry was laying on the floor in. "Harry? Harry, could you please open the door?" Draco's voice was so soft that even more guilt buildup in Harry's chest making him let out a strangled sob.

He heard Draco murmuring something, probably a spell, before the door opened. Draco was met with Harry sitting on the floor a knife laying next to him, blood dribbling down his arm and down on the floor. He let out a quiet sight not wanting Harry to hear it before he kneeled down next to him.

"It's okay Harry. I'm here, okay? I'm not mad."

Harry immediately swing his arms around Draco's neck burying his face in the crook of his neck. Draco took both of Harry's tights as he jumped up wrapping his legs around Draco's waist. Harry let out more sobs and tears as his lover walked over to the sinks. Draco stroke Harry's hair in hope to calm him down as he whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

The blood continued to slip out the cuts faster than before. Draco sooner realized as he lifted Harry's face for him to look at him, "I'm going to clean your cuts then we can cuddle, yeah?" Harry shuffled a little before nodding slowly.

The blonde hair boy slowly took Harry's wrist as he winced a little in pain. He turned on the water before gently passing it under the water, gently rubbing the blood off. He could of easily cast a spell to clean up the blood and help his cuts, but Harry never liked that. He wanted to keep the cuts there no matter what. He wanted the pain as he showered and he wanted the pain as it rubbed against fabric. And even if Draco didn't like that he would respect Harry's choice and so he took his time cleaning it up.

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Both boys were in the common room. Since the war less students came back so they combined the rest of the students in one common room only. They also removed the houses, thinking it would push people to do things.

Harry had his face buried in Draco's neck silently crying. How could he have been so fucking stupid? He was so selfish. How could he? Why did he even do it? To fulfill his own cravings? That's not good enough! He shouldn't have done it! What he did was bad and selfish and fucked up!

"I'm s-sorry," Harry whispered. Draco lifted Harry's head to make him look at him, "you have nothing to be sorry about, Harry. It's okay, it happens. You're in recovery, it's part of the journey and I'll be by your side the entire time."

Harry let out more tears at Draco's words, but they were quickly wiped away. Harry placed a quick salty kiss on his lovers lips before, again, burying his head in Draco's neck. The blonde boy slowly stroke Harry's hair.

Maybe he wasn't okay right now, but it's okay to slip and one day he'll be able to look at a knife without craving the feeling on his own skin.