Numb-Drarry

now or never

Draco decided he would just be himself, cause if his dad didn't like it he would probably get killed, which he really didn't care about, he was suicidal, he was not gonna deny that, Draco knows this won't cure his depression but he just can't handle being mean to everyone just to please his dad because its never gonna help him so if he got killed by his dad he couldn't care less, how sad it did sound it was true.

Draco woke up the next morning and walked down to breakfast, school didn't start until tomorrow so this morning they would get the schedule and just rest from yesterday, he wasn't so hungry as usual so he just sat there, ofcourse his friends asked why he didn't ate but he didn't answer, he simply ignored them, he just wanted to go back to bed and sleep, not because he is tired but when he sleep, he don't think and don't need to remember all memories. He looked at the schedule he got, most of his classes is with the Gryffindors but some are only with Slytherins and some are with the other houses, he really didn't mind, his friends did, his friends complained but this time, Draco didn't agree and Draco didn't say a thing.

Draco just sat in his bed, thousands of thoughts in his head, his dad, his friends, his feelings, he didn't know anything and everything started to become to much, he grabbed his little box with razors, he didn't know if he would use them but he knew it calmed him down, he walked fast to the bathroom, almost having a panic attack and he walked past Harry and his friends, he didn't know if they noticed him but he hoped they didn't, no one could know how he was feeling.

Harrys perspective

Harry was standing in the corridor and talking with Ron and Hermione or more listen to them talking, for the whole summer he hadn't been himself, he really didn't know why, or well, he did, he just didn't wanna accept it, he had seen bruises on Dracos wrists, on accident of course, he saw it when they walked of the train after fourth year and then he also saw how hard Lucius gripped Draco and since then he hadn't been able to keep Draco of his mind. All three saw Draco walk past them, Harry saw that Draco was holding something and for some reason he got worried, he looked at Ron and Hermione, who couldn't care less but Harry asked anyway if they thought ''Malfoy'' was okay, they looked at him weird and asked why he would think he wasn't and he just stayed silent, worried for him but didn't say anything

Dracos perspective again

Draco got reliefed when he noticed that no one was following him, he stared at the mirror, tears streaming down his face, he saw his bruises, the scars, he hated everything with him and even if he didnt want anyone to know, he wondered how no one noticed his pain. He looked down at his razor and he simply didnt care at that moment, he let the razor cut his arm and he saw the blood, he just stood there, watching his arm, took some paper, wiped the blood of, covered his arm and walked back, he had been there for at least 1 hour and he knew his friends would ask what he did but he would ignore them, he couldnt handle anyones bullshit right now.

Okay hey, this chapter was short as well but I suck at writing long chapters and it doesn't really happens anything but I haven't really get into the story yet