The Longest Lesson to learn: A Harry/Draco Story

Draco goes to the bathroom to Cry

Draco got up and walked to the bathroom after class

he needed to be alone and he didn't want his nosy friends to come looking for him, god forbid Pansy catch Draco crying. He got to the bathroom  

"good it look's empty". He quickly found a empty toilet stall 

and locked it behind him 

sat on the toilet and cried into his hands, hiccupping and  

choking back sobs.

He was so confused, He noticed that stupid git looking at him, Harry Potter, and for some reason he felt his heart beating faster 

He couldnt afford falling in love when he had more important issues, like the Death eaters camp.

He never wanted this life, didn't want to have to make this choice, kill or be killed.

He didn't want to join the army of young death eaters, go to training and learn how to slaughter people with some of the most barbaric spells that had been outlawed  

since the times of Merlin himself, spells so terrible it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his body go numb. But the dark lord had somehow gotten a hold of the books said to have been burnt so no one could learn the spells but there where people inside the  ministry not just his father but others still faithful to Voldemort who had access to them and smuggled them out...

Draco got uand unlocked the stall door and walked over to the sink to splash  water on his face, he looked at his reflection after splashing cool water on himself, he looked at his puffy eyes red around the edges and pale skin. He hated what he saw, what others said was gorgeous  he saw  

his fathers face looking back, yes Draco could be vain and loved his  

good looks but at the very bottom of his chest he hated himself, he  

hated that he looked like his father, his father was the one who got  

him in this fucking position. Who suggested to Voldemort that Draco  

join the dark side... Who got drunk and beat him, on the back, to hide  

the bruises and the scars. He took every hit and every punch so his  

mother didn't have to. His mother. Why they married he'll never know. 

Draco looked at the reflection and saw his father looking back, that  

stern cold face and twisted sneer and it made Draco SO angry, so  

heated that he pulled back his fist and punched. He felt glass bite  

his knuckles and give way under his fist, he felt a burst of adrenalin  

as the blood dripped from the cuts and he breathed a sigh.

He looked at his hand, studied his fingers. The deep cuts that  

dripped blood down his hand and red dribbled down his arm, Draco  

inhaled a shudder at the sight of his own blood and something inside  

him hummed with pleasurable pain. He needed this, this was his way of 

crying through bleeding.

Then he heard a bathroom door slowly opened him and  

Draco froze...he thought he was alone