Skinny love: def 1: n. When two people love each other but are either too afraid or too shy to admit it. But still show their affection.
Def2: when two people are dating but have no romantic feeling for each other.
(Post War two weeks into 8th year)
Come on skinny love just last the year.
Pour a little salt we were never here.
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.
Harry walked around the corner and heard sniffles and hacking coming from the second floor boys bathroom.
He broke into a run to see who it was. As he ran in there he spotted a familiar head of blonde hair.
As he got closer he saw blood in the sink that Draco was standing in front of.
He saw blood dripping from his mouth and even more blood running down his arm. He saw a shattered mirror near him.
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall
Draco collapsed on the floor at Harry's touch. He cried out to no one in particular. "It's all my fault! It's my fault. I was too weak. It was my fault. She's gone! And it's all my fault."
Harry pulled his friend into his arms. He kissed the top of Draco's head. "Shh. Who is it Draco?"
Draco leaned against Harry for support. "Mandy. My little cousin. H-he k-killed her. Her parents were killed when she was young. My parents didn't want her. I've taken care of her myself with the help of Dobby since I was eight. She came to Hogwarts when I was in fourth year. It's all my fault. I told her to come and hide in the Slytherin common rooms during the war. I thought she'd be safer than in the Ravenclaw common room. But it was just confirmed today. In the common room, after the whole place collapsed in on itself, three of the fifteen people there survived. I was hopeful until today but I just received confirmation. She was not one of the survivors. She, she's gone. And it's my fault." Draco was somehow sobbing harder than he was before. "I've failed her."
Harry took Draco's face in his hands. "Draco. You couldn't have known. That was not your fault in any way form or fashion."
Draco chuckled dryly. "That doesn't seem to be what the rest of the world thinks."
Harry said the only thing that came to mind. "Listen. A wise man once said; be yourself, don't take anyone's sh*t, and never let them take you alive."
"Well then they can take me dead. I just want to let go. I want to fall."
Harry smacked Draco's shoulder lightly. "Another wise man said; we were freaks. Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities. Juggling depression and loneliness. Playing solitaire spin the bottle. Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal. But at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope. It was practice. And yeah, some of us fell. But I want to tell them, that all this sh*t, is just debris. Leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be. And if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart. And you signed it yourself. You signed it 'they were wrong'" Harry held Draco in his arms once again. "If you want to take your pain out on something. Break some stuff. Just destroy everything."
