|Draco Malfoy|The Boy Who Made All The Wrong Choices

Chapter 4

Pansy started whispering sweet nothings into his ear, rocking him back and fourth. The siblings stared at the blonde in sheer horror, Snape simply shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. After about 10 minutes,  Snape has left and excused the four from their next class. The Ravenclaws snuggled there way up beside Draco and mimicked Pansy movements, the three held onto him, smiling to themselves when a small smile plastered itself onto the pained, pale face. All of them ended up falling asleep and that's how they were found an hour later by Snape coming to check on them. He checked the clock on the wall, next classes started in a half hour. He went over and nudged Pansy. She awoke from a groggy state.
"Ms. Parkinson, I'd advise you to wake them up and all of you get ready, your next class starts soon." She nodded as he left. He shook the siblings awake then all three shook Draco's shoulder. He mumbled something in his sleep, inaudible to Theodore and Victoria but Pansy heard very clear. He was dreaming about him.
"Draco, time to wake up sweetie." She nudged him. His pale blue bloodshot eyes cracked open. He looked up and smiled at his best friend and newfound friends. "Time for class." He nodded and sat up, the semi now dry towel falling from his arm. Theodore gagged at the sight, followed by Draco instantly pulling down his sleeve. The blood had stopped flowing and all that remained was raised and boiled red scratches. They walked down the halls until they reached their next class, the Ravenclaws were in charms while the Slytherins were in potions. Pansy took her seat, instantly followed by Draco sitting next to her. He sat with a blank expression on his face, staring at his arms. She took his hand in hers and placed his freshly wounded arm on the wooden table. "Well get through this, Dray." She said. He avoided her gaze. They gained a few whistles and cat calls from classmates causing him to jerk his hand away and hiss in pain as the motion opened a cut. Underneath the table, Pansy had their sleeves tightly pressed against the bleeding cut. For the most part they went unnoticed, only being noticed by Snape who walked over with concern.
"What's going on here?" He asked rather loudly in his normal mono tone voice. Pansy looked at him and whispered in the smallest voice she could muster.
"The cuts...one opened. It won't stop bleeding." Snapes eyes went wide and he looked down at the red skin on Malfoy hand.
"Pansy, take him to the bathroom and clean him up, when you return, we're working on brewing Amortentia, be quick we're about to start." They jolted out of their seats and practically ran the the girls lavatory. Myrtle being completely irked at the males presence, reminding her of second year with the golden trio.
"What is he doing here!" She cried, being shut up when Pansy rolled up his sleeve, running his arm under some warm water.
"Goddamnit, Draco." Pansy cursed. About three minutes later the blood stopped and they ran back to class, barely catching the tail end of the lesson.
"Will someone please explain the Ms. Parkinson and Mr. Malfoy what we will be doing today?" Hermione's hand shot up for the second time in this class. Snape nodded towards her.
"Amortentia sir, the most powerful love potion in the world. It smells differently to everyone because it's scent is what attracts you the most."
"Very good, 5 points to Gryffindor. Now, would you two like to say what you smell?" The class erupted into laughter and cat calls. "That's enough!" Snape yelled, shutting up the class.
"Jeez, what's up his ass." Ron commented to Harry. Snape gave them a death glare. Pansy spoke up.
"Um, I smell...I smell roses, and fresh parchment." She finished. The class looked at Draco. He spoke.
"I smell...broomstick polish...treacle tarts and honey..." the class looked at the pair confused.
"That sounds more than gay, am I right, Harry?" Harry snickered, earning a glare from Snape.
"I don't suppose you would like to state what you smell would you Mr. Potter? Seeing as though you're very talkative today." Harry looked at Snape, all eyes falling him.
"Broomstick Polish, peppermint, and lavender." Snape rolled his eyes. Harry's eyes met Ginny's from across the room, a blush overtaking her freckled face.
"Today we will be brewing this specific potion, but a modified version so if any of you (looking at Harry) clumsy sort would to spill it or absentmindedly try a sip, the affects won't be long term and last only 24 hours. I will be pairing you up with students from the other house, maybe this will teach you how to get along." The Slytherins snickered at the thought while the Gryffindors sighed. "Crabbe and Weasley, Parkinson and Granger, Finnegan and Zabini, Potter and Malfoy..." Draco had stopped listening, eyes falling on him.
"But sir, Malfoy and I don't exactly get along." Harry spoke.
"That is the point. You had better learn if you wish for a good grade." Draco dropped his head on the desk and sighed. Harry made his way over the Draco with the ingredients and lit the flame underneath the cauldron. Harry took in Draco's sickly appearance.
"Are you alright? Because I need a good grade." Draco slowly lifted his head, Harry's voice caught in his throat when he saw the pained look on the pale face of his enemy. The bloodshot eyes bored into his soul.
"I'm fine." He knew it was a lie, they both knew. Draco's sleeve rode up his arm ever so slightly, revealing the angry gashes to the eye of the Chosen One. Harry's eyes stayed fixated on the blondes wrist, his breath catching. As Draco added the ingredients, he looked at his partner and gasped, pulling his sleeve down and acting as though nothing had happened. But it did happen, and now his enemy and love interest knew his secret. They finished the potion in silence and gained an A for the day. Harry look  into those tortured ocean eyes and knew one thing. Draco Malfoy had issues. He knew he'd already had them there but nothing like what he'd just witnessed. Their eyes met one last time as the Slytherin pair left the room to their next class, leaving behind a very shaken up Gryffindor. Ron and Hermione went over to him and asked what the matter was.
"Don't be mean to him." He started, still looking at the door, noticing they were the only three left in the vacant room.
"Who, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Malfoy." Ron gave a laugh.
"Us be mean? Maybe you should tell him that." He earned a nudge in the ribs by Hermione. "Why do you care about him anyways?" Ron asked, rubbing his side. Harry turned to them and spoke.
"You both must promise not to tell anyone." They both nodded. "He's cutting himself. Badly." Hermione gasped while Ron's eyes went wide.
"Harry that's a serious accusation, how do you know?" 'Mione asked with a trembling voice.
"He was adding the stuff for the potion and his sleeve rode up his arm...guys his arm is shredded to ribbons and still stained with blood...I think that's why him and Pansy had to leave for a couple minutes...the cuts started bleeding..." Harry trembled. "I'm gonna confront him about it. During lunch." They both nodded.
"I knew the bloke had problems, but that's no way to deal with them." Ron stated.
"His eyes were bloodshot and red and he looked as though he'd never be happy again... and his face, have you guys noticed that scar across his cheek? I only recently noticed it, I think he's been covering it with Pansys makeup or something. And that scar didn't look self inflicted." Ron shook his head while 'Mione nodded.
"Yes, I didn't know what it was though...do you think there was an accident?" Harry shrugged.
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."