Drarry- pick me up

Chapter one

(I'm going to say that when Hermione slaps Draco in third year, that it's actually in sixth year just because I want to start with it but 13 year old smut...)

A stinging sensation throbs in my cheek as a force shoves me back. I raise a hand to my face and wince. She hit me. That little mudblood hit me. Of course I don't really care about that. I care about Harry.

*One minute ago*

I saw them- those three, the golden trio as they're being called around school- walking past me, maybe to Hagrid's. Of course, Harry was one of them. I suddenly felt weak at the knees, like I was going to faint. I mentally slapped myself. Stop it, Draco! You're a Malfoy! But I wished I wasn't.

I said something, I don't even know what it was. I wasn't listening to myself, I just said the first thing in my head that I knew would irritate them, like Harry irritated me. Not in the same way of course. The next thing I knew she was slapping me.

*Back to present*

Harry smirks, and high-fives Weasley. He's happy. Entertained, amused, joyful, whatever word you want to use. He's happy that I'm hurt. And that stings a thousand times more than the slap. He laughs as I run away.

A/N THIS PART MENTIONS SELF HARM!!! Don't read if you get triggered easily!

I feel the tears welling up as I reach the bathroom. I slam the door behind me and lean against a sink, looking at the mirror. I grimace. I'm disgusting. I fumble in my pocket until I find what I'm looking for. I like the cold metal of the razor against my skin.

I place the blade on my arm. Fag. The first cut. Worthless. Loser. Hated. Die. Blood begins to gush out of the cuts and I smile. I dip a finger in my blood and write on the wall:

I hate you Potter!

I cut again, more blood to write with. By the time I'm done, the walls are covered in crimson letters. I wish those letters told the truth. I lie on the floor, giddy from blood loss. I hear the door fly open and a gasp. I see a flash of raven hair and feel hands lift me up. I hear a scream before my vision begins to go fuzzy, and I black out.