I will try to Save You (Drarry)

I was bored again. Most of my one-shots are written when I have nothing to do. So yay boredom. (Jk boo boredom)  

-Raven (hehe new pen name I change shit too often but then I realise that no one's paying attention but me :D)

OH FAIR WARNING THERE IS SELF HARM IN THIS AND IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT, THEN DON'T READ IT  

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Draco was panicked. It would be three weeks before he would have to murder Dumbledore. He was currently walking, now almost running to the boys' bathroom. He needed time away from it all. From all the stress of being, not only a 16 year old Slytherin boy, but also the stress of working for Him. The Dark Lord, even though he'd never admit it, scared him to death. Even of he could say no, he'd be too afraid that his family would desert him. No one would be at his side.  

By the time he had made it to the bathroom, his eyes were already glazed with tears and as he entered the door, he let them fall on the ground. He threw himself into the sink and started to sob without control. He pulled out a knife from the pocket of his robe and rolled up his sleeve. Still crying, he turned from the mirror and stared down at the tattoo on his forearm. He then took the knife to his skin where the mark was and pressed the blade against it. He closed his eyes and looked up. He drug the blade against his skin. For a moment he felt the numbing sensation, but the pain still haunted his mind. Then a voice disrupted his thoughts.  

"Malfoy?" Harry Potter says from the doorway.  

The Slytherin looked up sharply and gasped. He didn't know what to do. He had been caught in his lowest point by the one person that he didn't want to see. Harry Potter confused him. He hated to love him, buy also loved to hate him. Sometimes he felt sorry about the things that he had taunted him with. Like how he fainted on the train during third year he was concerned for him. He had to try to dismiss these feelings of course because if being in rival houses didn't help, then certainly two boys couldn't help either. So should he sit there and look pathetic now, or should he stand and put on a false face?  

"Obviously it me, Potter!" He states and he stands up. He dropped the knife onto the floor and wiped off his face. He puts on his best prat face and stares at the Gryffindor.  

"Are you alright?" He asks with concern in his voice. His eyes were softening at the suffering boy that stood before him.  

Draco stared into his blue green eyes. He then felt his own begin to sting a bit as new tears began to form.  

"Draco?" Harry asked as he approached him.  

"No..." He sobbed loudly. He felt his knees collapse underneath him. Harry quickly rushed to his side and tried to catch him. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco as he cried more.  

Harry looked down at Malfoys sleeve that had fallen over his arm. There was some red on it, so he gently took his arm into his hand and started to push the sleeve up. Draco put his hand over Harrys and gave him a pleading look.  

"Draco, let me help you."  

Draco's heart stopped as Harry pulled back his sleeve. His fingers lightly drifted over the others skin. Harry looked up to meet his eyes.  

"Why, Draco?" He asked softly.  

"I-I just can't anymore. " he confesses. "The things he makes me do, sometimes I...."  

He trailed off the end because Harry was now muttering charms as his wand waved past his arm. Dracos cut began to close shut.  

"Don't, Harry." He says pulling his arm away. "You're just wasting your time on it."  

"Shut it, Malfoy." He says as he grabs his arm back. He yanks the sleeve back and says, "Please stop this."  

"But I can't!" He cries. "It helps me get through this!" 

"No it's not!" Harry cried back. "It's making it worse! All you're doing is numbing it, but for how long! Draco, it's all still here! You can't escape this on your own, you'll go mad!" 

"Harry, I'll be fine!"  

"No you won't! You're just hurting the people that you love!"  

Draco was quiet for a moment, regaining his thoughts.  

"No one loves me. They never did." He confesses.  

"Again, you're wrong." Harry says. He carefully grabbed Draco's arm that was cut and kissed the wound. "I love you."  

Draco looked up at him. By this time he stopped crying. His sad eyes met Harrys. Then Harry moved his hand up to Dracos neck. He moved so close to the Slytherin that their noses almost touched. Draco then pulled Harry into his lips gently. His arm wrapped around his neck and got his fingers entangled in his hair. Harrys arm did the same to Dracos hair as his tongue swept pass the others lips. Draco slowly opened his lips and Harry gently pushed his way into Dracos mouth. Draco moaned as Harry explored him. The only other person that he kissed was Pansy and whenever she did it, he would pretend it was Harry.  

Draco pulled away, then Harry grabbed his tie and pulled him back. He invaded Malfoy's mouth as he slowly pushed him onto the ground. One of Draco's hands roamed down to Harrys waist as he pulled him closer. Harry started moving from his assault on his lips to his neck. He sent little kisses around his neck and cheeks. He placed his hands on Dracos cheeks and sat up taking him with him. He kissed him gently and said, "Will you let me help you?"  

Draco smiled a little and said, "yes." 

Then Harry pulled Draco into another passionate kiss.  

"Come on. People will wonder where we went. Let's see Dumbledore. He'll know what to do." He says. He looks next to Draco at the knife. Theres still some blood on it. Draco looks down at it and picks it up. He hands it to Harry. "Don't give this back to me."  

"Never."

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