To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-six

"Oh, Harry," Hermione hugged Harry closely, after Harry had explained, everything. Which would explain why Hermione wasn't shocked Harry had both hands free at the moment.

Harry sobbed into her shoulder like he did to Malfoy. "He called me a- a f- fag, 'm- 'mione," He wibbled, unaware there was a certain white ferret watching from afar, eyes red.

"I know, he's horrible Harry," Hermione coaxed, rubbing his back gently.

"I- I thought we had... s- something." Harry whimpered, pulling away from her.

* * *

"Harry," Albus said softly, eyes twinkling.

"Yeah?" Harry asked. A couple of days had passed since, well, that, and he was doing good hiding his break, not at forgetting or ignoring it.

"Ms. Granger told me what happened."

"Obviously everything, you aren't surprised I'm on my own." Harry mumbled, face crumbling at the thought of Draco again. "I guess it's good, though."

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Dumbledore chuckled. "You do like Mr. Malfoy, don't you?"

Harry winced as a licorice bit his finger, hissing at him. "No. Maybe I used to, but not anymore. I can't just continue likening him, professor, really." He laughed sadly. It would be users to, wouldn't it?"

"Ah, to be young and love. Harry my boy, if he feels the same, he'll come back to you."

The man wasn't lying, his eyes wouldn't have his usual twinkle if it was a rather blue occasion, not at the slightest. Harry smiled slightly. "But I don't like him anymore, so it wouldn't matter."

"You're choice." He popped away smiling.

Harry collapsed into the couch in his dorm, piles of homework and the squat coffee table in front of him. He buried his face in his hands, oddly missing the blondes presence, even if the blonde so happened to be a bitch. He began to sort out his homework, most of which were four days due.

"Hey Harry," A soft voice came from the door.

"Hey 'mione. Do you think you could help me?" Harry asked as Hermione walked up to him, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah, of course," Hermione smiled.

"Thanks!"

"And that's how you do it!" Hermione finished hours later.

"Yeah, I still cannot understand." Harry laughed, staring at his potions homework. "Well, I understand most of it, but you're telling me moonstone is from the sun and not the moon?" He fell back in laugher.

"You suck, Harry!" She punched him lightly, closing his potions book. "Is that all you have?"

"Yep." He sighed. "Have you talked to Ron at all?" He asked, voice now serious.

"Nope. I don't really want to, to be honest. What he- we did was horrible, and he even thought it was funny." She glared. "It's not like I'm going to skip to him and be like 'Hey Ron! You just ruined my best friends life! Want to go ruin others' lives? That's great, come on!' Just don't feel like doing that, you know?" She huffed. "Why? A- are you?"

"Merlin no, Hermione, I'm not that bad, am I?"

"Well- I mean, not tha-" She said wistfully. "I'm joking, Haz!" She laughed as Harry stared in horror. 

"Good," He chuckled. His eyes glassed at the nickname, Dray- Malfoy bearing the only one to use the one.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry, I have to go to Pans, I promised to meet her."

"No problem!" Kinda was though. "Just promise to visit me tomorrow?" He called as she walked through the portrait hole in a small run.

"For sure!" She called back before the door slammed shut.

Harry could've sworn he saw something like dove on the floor, but it had probably flown away, as it wasn't there like it never was. He felt, empty, in a weird way, as though there was an un-fillable hole through himself. Maybe his heart. He lay where Hermione had sat earlier, sighing as he saw the many un-drunken vials on the table, next to the neatly piled finished homework. He drank all four bottles, which was probably on his list of top ten stupidest things I've done. As usual, he rushed to the bathroom and puked, but after he stood up he felt sick, not in his stomach, just... sick. 

Maybe it was that Draco wasn't there? Wasn't  there to hold his hair back, nor comfort him, nor just be there with him? No. Harry. Forget Draco, It's not him.

But was it?

No.

Yes.

No?

Harry broke down, sobbing into his hands. What had he done to deserve this, other than been nice to the fucking git? It's not like the taller would just prance back and everything would go back to normal.

Nope.

A/N: Self harm scene ahead, not mentions, but actual scene. Read with caution! And blood.

Tears kept on falling from his eyes, pooling on his lap, his jeans practically all wet. Glass. Harry picked up a vial from the floor and fell against the shower glass, breaking the the thin bottle on the floor. He sobbed harder than ever, dragging the sharpest piece of glass against his arm, drawing blood, so much of it.

He wasn't worth anything.

Whoever thought and told him he did, had just pranced away and proved him wrong.

People only liked him because he was to save them from Voldemort if he came back from when he was an infant. Otherwise nobody would care. He wouldn't have friends. He wouldn't have anything.

He dragged it along again.

And again.

And again.

"Harry, no!" Someone screamed before he fell over, limp as a doll.

A/N: I feel so cruel... and to be completely honest with you, the someone who screamed in the sentence before this? My dumbass didn't even think, so I don't even know who it is... please tell me who it should be...!