Why? (Drarry)

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                          As The Chatter Rang In His Ears,He Couldn't Take It Anymore..: Seeing Everyone Having Fun With Their Friends.
  Seeing Hermione And Ron,As They Snogged Across The Table,Paying No Mind To Harry.   Disgusting..

He Abruptly Got Up From The Table,And Ran To Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom: Not Caring About The New Teachers Being Announce,Not Wanting To Hear The New Students Be Sorted In. He Couldn't Stand To Listen To All The Noise.

             It Made His Blood Boil,It Made Him Angry,It Left A Ringing Noise In His Ears,As Though He'd Throw Up..

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Why Did This Make Me Mad?

Why Did It Hurt To Have People Talk To Each Other..

Why Did I Feel Like The World Stopped..

Why Did I Feel Like I Wanted  To Kill Someone..
     
Why Am I Here..

Why? Why? Why..

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        He Could Faint Mumbling,About His Disappearance To The Bathroom: He Walked Into A Stall,And Slammed The Door: Breathing Fast,He Digged In His Robe.  "Oh,Harrrrrry..?" Moaning Myrtle Sang,And Went Through The Door That Harry Was In.

    Harry Jumped Back,Which Made His Hand Come Out Of His Robe.
A Word That He Never Thought Would Come From His Mouth,Spoke: "Y-Yes?" His Own Voice Scared Him,He Never Thought It Would Have Came Out Dry,And Hoarse: He Remember Talking To Himself In His Mind,But This Wasn't His Expectations. Guess Moaning Myrtle Was The First To Hear His Depressing Voice.

   "What So Ever Is Wrong,Deaaaaar?" She Sang,Whilst She Whirled Around Harry's Head,He Replied With A Simple,Yet,Quick,'Nothing.'

      "Ohhhhhh,Okay Deeeeear." She Squeaked,And Dove Right Into Another Toilet With A Splash.     Moaning Myrtle,Was Very Fond Of Harry: Harry Smiled,A Smile To Mean,That Atleast Someone Liked Him.
 
    He Continued,And Dug Into His Robe,And Pulled Out A Silver,Sharp,Object The Glistened In The Light. Pulling His Robe Sleeve Up With A Simple Wave,He Put The Sharp,Silver Object Against His Wrist,Closing His Eyes.

Do It.. Do It... Do It!
A Voice Rang In His Head.
 
      With A Quick Swipe Of the Sharp Vial,It Made A Deep Gash In His Wrist,Running With Blood Down To The White Tiled Floor. That Wasn't That Hard,Now Was It,Harry? Harry Shook His Head,In Answer,And Cut Deeper And Deeper. More Blood Trickled Down,And Onto The Floor.
Standing Up And Dropping The Silver Vial Behind,He Walked Out Of The Bathroom: Wiping His Wrist With His Robe Sleeve,With A White Face.

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Why Did I Do It?

Why Did I Cut Myself..

Why Did I Make Gashes In My Skin..

Why Did I Make A Scar,Beside The One On My Forhead?

Why Was This The Thing I Felt..

Why Was This The Feeling In Me?

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    Malfoy,Right At the Door When Harry Rushed Out,Stopped And Looked At Harry: Malfoy,Noticing Harry's White Face,Knew Something Was Wrong,But Harry Just Pushed His Shoulder With A Nudge,Rushed Away.

Malfoy Walked In The Bathroom Slowly,He Looked Behind With A Frown,And Watched As Harry Was No Where To Be Seen.
Turning Back,Malfoy Made His Way In: Noticing A Few Drops Of Blood,Leading Into A Stall,He Followed. Opening The Door Slowly,Afraid To See Someone In There... He Only Noticed A Puddle Of Blood,With A Silver Vial Beside It..

Malfoy Knelt Down,And Picked Up The Vial: Worry In His Eyes:,He Stood Up,And Examined The Vial,Picking Up All The Clues,He Finally Came To His Senses.

   Blood On The Floor.. Harry Coming Out Of The Bathroom,Pale..
Harry Coming Out Of The Bathroom,When Bloods On The Floor..

'Oh Harry...' Malfoy Thought,And Threw Down The Vial,Rushing Out The Door: This Was Not Something Malfoy Could Unsee..

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Harry Made His Way Up The Gryffindor Tower,Opened His Dorm Room Door,Rushed In,And Laid On His Bed: Still Feeling Nauseated From The Cutting He Did..

Harry Asked For No Roommates,Yes,Harry,He Did.. It Was Quiet Complicated To Explain To Dumbledore,But Harry Let Out The Truth.
To Dumbledore,This Was No Laughing Matter: He Had Set Harry Up In A One Bedded Room,Red Walls,Yellow Carpet,And A Window To A Fresh View Of The Quidditch Field.  

Harry Was Thinking In The Past,From The Earlier Time,When Malfoy Smirked At Him: Oh How,It Made Him Feel Happy. His Mind Was Set On The Particular Blonde,The Smirk Vision Playing In His Head Over And Over Again..

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Why Is This Smirk Eating Up My Mind?

Why Did I Feel Like Watching Malfoy's Smirk Forever..

Why Does It Feel Like I Mentally Have Butterflies In My Stomach..

Why Is The Sliytherin Prince So Handsome...

Why Do I Have A Crush On Draco Malfoy?!

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Hey Guys,This Is My Second Chapter,Hope You Enjoy,I Don't Know When I'll Be Updating My Story,It Just Happens When It Occurs.
Did You Like My 'Why?' Drarry Story So Far?
Welp,Bye,And Have A Good Day.
(Oh And The Reason Harry,For 'Why?' Is That You're Gay,For Malfoy!!!!😂
I Advise You To Nevah And I Mean Nevah Do What This Depressing Little Harry Did!