Hold Onto Me (A Draco Malfoy story)

Chapter Twelve: Double the Trouble

⚠️Trigger warning. Mention of self harm⚠️

"Hello, I'm Luna." The girl said in a dreamy voice.
"Hi." I smiled. "My name is Lillian."
"Oh, I know. The whole school has been talking about the Potters." She smiled and I looked down. "But don't worry, I don't care about your name, and I won't ask about the Dark Lord or your scar."
I smiled gratefully at her. I could tell we would be great friends.
We talked throughout class and I felt Draco's eyes on me throughout Charms and Astronomy, but kept glued to Luna so he wouldn't try to bother me.
That is, until lunch rolled around and I had to separate from her.
"I will see you after classes?" Luna asked and I nodded.
"Of course. We can meet up after dinner." I said and walked off to the Slytherin table.
I sat down and heard Draco scoff. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him but all of dinner he was making comments about how I 'wasn't a true Slytherin' and 'should've been in Gryffindor'. Soon enough I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to cause another scene so I stood up and calmly walked out of the Great Hall and into the bathroom. Once in there I pulled my dark hair behind my shoulders and starred in the mirror. I sobbed without making a sound. Harry hated me. Draco hated me. And Dudley was right, the second people saw this part of my face, I would be alone again. Cedric wouldn't dare look my way, and Draco will consider it a new aspect to torture me from.
Only after I heard the glass shattering did I realise I had punched the mirror. Blood dripped down my knuckles but I didn't care. It felt good. I fell to the floor and let out a dry sob. What is wrong with me? It was my first day and I had already gotten into multiple fights, passed out, had a panic attack, and cried in the bathroom, now add shattering a mirror.
I picked up a piece of the glass in my hand and held it tight. Without another thought I pulled up my sleeve and reopened old wounds, trying to feel something. I continued until I heard footsteps and pulled down my sleeve and moved my hair back, just in time because I saw two pairs of feet in front of me.
"Blimey Fred, what happened here?" A boy asked.
"I'm not sure George. We better ask her." The other responded.
I looked up and saw two identical boys standing over me with sad faces.
"Are you okay darling?" The one named Fred asked. I thought for a second before shaking my head.
They sat on opposite sides of me as I cried. George rubbed my back and Fred played with my hair for a minute before asking any more questions.
"Are you Harry's sister?" George asked and I nodded.
"What's wrong?" Fred asked.
They seemed really sweet. All of the Weasleys I have met are very nice and I felt like I could trust them. But, I knew that I really couldn't trust anyone.
"I'm ok." I whispered. George grabbed my bloody hand and raised an eyebrow at me. "It's nothing. I don't know what came over me." I said as another tear left my eyes.
George flicked his wand and a roll of bandages appeared in his hand. He silently wrapped up my hand as Fred calmed me down. He was tracing shapes on my arm but when he reached my forearm he noticed me wince. With a confused look, he looked at my arm and saw blood on my hand and robes.
"Lilly-" He started.
"It's nothing. Just from the mirror." I lied.
But he didn't buy it. Before I could stop him he lifted up my sleeve and gasped. There were deep cuts all up my forearm and layers of scars below.
"Fred." I said but he just pulled me into a tight hug.
"Why darling? Why?" He whispered and I sobbed into his neck. "You're such a beautiful and amazing girl, why hurt yourself?" He asked. I felt George rubbing my back as I cried more and felt terrible that they had to deal with this.
"I can't." I cried. "I hate it- so much. A-and he kept- he kept saying I-." was all I could say.
Fred pulled away and looked at me. "What? What do you hate?"
I sighed. They already knew about the cutting, what more will this do? I pulled my hair away from my face, behind my shoulders, and revealed the large scar. Fred's eyes went wide and he brought his hand up, tracing it softly.
"There is nothing wrong with you." He said. "You're beautiful. I don't know who told you differently, but they were wrong."

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Fred and George have my whole heart. I love them so much.
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