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Why Do You Even Care?	By : DrapedInBlack Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11141 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

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Disclaimer: I really don�t see the point in these. I think
we all know that I don�t own the damn thing. Except for my pathetic girlish
fantasies�but, it�s what gets me through my sleepless nights.

I did want to thank everyone for your reviews. It means a
lot to me. Hope you enjoy Chapter 5 and tell me what you think of the story so
far.

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Harry walked down the halls, not really paying attention to
where he was going. He just watched his feet take one step in front of the
other. He drowned out the rest of the world.

�HARRY!�

Said boy winced as he heard his name shouted into his ear.

�Bloody hell Ron, you didn�t have to yell!� Harry said as he messed with
his ear, trying to get the insistent ringing to stop.

�Well, we kind of did, mate. Herm and I called to you about
three times, but you didn�t hear us.� Ron said wrapping his arm around
Hermione.

�What were you thinking about, Harry?� Hermione questioned,
eyeing him suspiciously.

Harry looked at her and just smiled. �Oh nothing�just kind
of tired I guess.� Does she always have
to know everything? He thought bitterly. Harry finally noticed that the
other students were filing into the great hall. �Hey, let�s go sit down, okay?�

Hermione looked at him, not satisfied with his answer, but
she decided to let it go, for now. The trio sat down at their house table, with
Hermione and Ron across from Harry. A smirk spread across Ron�s lips. �I was
meaning to ask you, mate,
what ended up happening to Malfoy? Did the idiot
cry?�

�Um� no he
didn�t. I just took him to Madam Pomfrey and
he got his hand healed. That�s all.� Harry murmured trying to eat his food.

�Sorry you had to get paired up
with him, and then had to take the wanker to the
infirmary. Did the stupid git try anything? I bet you
he�ll try to get Hagrid fired again. Merlin! Few days
in and he�s already causing trouble.� Ron said laughing, then drinking some
Pumpkin juice. He swallowed it down to continue on with his childish ranting.
�So, did you rub it in his face? I would have, it would have been great, I�d��

�Just drop it Ron! He didn�t try
anything. All I did was take him to the infirmary. End of story.� Harry
snapped.

Ron was surprised, coughing
slighting. �What�s your problem?�

�Nothing�� Heh, yeah nothing you stupid
thick headed idiot. �I�m
just wound up. I�ve got to go meet Snape about now.
He asked to see me about my project. I�ll see you guys later.� Harry got up,
bringing a full plate of food with him. He
sighed as he exited the Great Hall. I
hope he�s still there. Harry thought as he headed to the Potion�s
classroom.

I can�t believe I was so cold towards my friends. He realized on
his way to the dungeons. What got into
me?

Harry was about to reach the door
when he suddenly saw white-blond
hair turn the corner towards the Slytherin
Common Room.

Draco�

Whirling around the same corner
Harry saw the teen was halfway into the Common Room. �Hey Draco
wait!� He called. Draco turned his head to face the
worried looking Gryffindor.

�What do you want?� Draco questioned blandly.

�I uh�well�I�� Stuttering, real good way to start the
conversation! �It�s just that I noticed that you weren�t at lunch, and
maybe you would like something to eat.�

�I�m not hungry.� Draco said as he walked further into the common room and
started to shut the portrait. But as he did a force stopped the portrait from
closing. The Slytherin glanced back as he saw Harry
holding the door open, refusing to let him go in.

�Draco,
please just eat.� Harry pleaded, though he wished he hadn�t sounded so
pathetic.

�I said,
I�m not hungry Potter.� Draco spat.

�Damnit
Draco stop being so fucking stubborn!� Harry
bellowed.

�Oh yeah, you�re the one to
talk.� Draco drawled.

Harry sighed and looked back up
into cold, gray eyes. �Please Draco.�

Draco eyes widened in horror.
He thought he was going to faint. Is the
twit begging? The almighty Harry Potter begging? And
just for me to eat! Then, after a minute, the Slytherin
exhaled. �Alright Harry, come in.�

The Gryffindor hid a smile as he
entered the Slytherin dorm. Secretly he loved the Slytherin Common room, not that he would ever admit it...
For some reason it always seemed more welcoming, oddly enough. Dark, but nice. The Gryffindor Common Room was too... fake,
too... something. He couldn�t quite
place his finger on it, but it just didn�t always seem to fit him.

Draco
sat down on one on the black, leather chairs. Harry sat in an identical one
directly across from him with only a table in between. The Gryffindor looked
around�anything to keep his eyes away from Draco. But
whoever said he could control them was wrong. They landed on the lone Slytherin, looking at his thin body, and then looked up at Draco�s face. He couldn�t see the bruises, but he knew they
were there. Then he glanced over to his slender fingers. The same hand he had
been against. The same one that had bled onto his own hand.

Harry shook out of his deepening
thoughts. He placed the plate on the perfectly carved wooden table, and then
slid it to Draco. The light-haired teen looked down
in something akin to disgust.

�Listen Harry, I ate this
morning, and the potion Snape gave me has made me
lose my appetite. Not to mention I�m tired, so maybe you should��

�Stop lying to me Draco!� Harry yelled. Draco eyes
shot up, only able to stare. �I can�t keep it in any longer! I didn�t tell
anyone about your bruises. I haven�t told anyone that you�ve not eaten in days!
I didn�t tell anyone that you were bleeding before
you fell onto the nail! I haven�t told anyone that you�re at the peak of
exhaustion and you look like you�re about to pass out with every step you
take!�

�What are you, my fucking
stalker?� Draco screamed back.

�What�did you think I wouldn�t
notice Draco? You haven�t been with your friends, you�ve not done anything mean to one Gryffindor
yet. You didn�t even show up yesterday. Did you think I would just shove it off
as nothing? Something happened to you�something big, and you�re not telling
anyone.�

�And what did you think Potter?
That I�d tell you? Of all people in the world, why the fuck would I tell you? What gives you the bloody right to
spy on my life, to analyze it? Not everyone has the positive fame you receive
constantly. Not everyone has it as good as you!�

�I didn�t ask for any of that
bullshit! I hate all the publicity I get. I would do anything to get rid of it! I would just like one fucking moment of
my life to not be in the papers. ONE FUCKING MOMENT!� Harry fumed.

�Oh but Harry, you�re our Savior
from the Dark Lord! What would we ever do without you?� Sarcasm and bitterness
coated each and every syllable.

�Fuck everyone else, I don�t care
about Voldemort! They can get off their useless arses and do it themselves! I am so sick of being everyone�s hero!� Harry yelled. �I�m tired of
everyone trying to pity me, treating me as though I deserve this! I just want a
normal life! What I wouldn�t do to have loving parents like yours.�

And that hit a nerve.

Draco�s
eyes narrowed to slits. �Get out! Now!�

Harry snarled. �Oh what, did
mummy and daddy forget to get you everything you wanted? Did they only spend
900 galleons on your wardrobe when they were supposed to spend 1000, hmm?�

That was the last straw.

Before Harry could comprehend
what was happening, a fist flew into his cheek, making him fall back onto the
floor. Harry looked up, glaring daggers, but his eyes only widened in surprise
as he saw blood dripping from Draco�s now exposed
wrist. He watched as the crimson liquid descended onto the polished floor.
Harry examined it and saw the wound. It wasn�t a cut one received from hitting
something, or slipping. It was�

The blood was starting to stream
out now. � Draco�you��

�Get out now Potter!� Draco hissed. Harry got up,
inching closer to Draco only to be smacked away.
�Don�t you start pitying me now. You told me what you
thought of me. I�m a spoiled, lucky, rich prat! Prat, right? Get out before I send one of my many bought slaves on
you.�

Harry could do nothing more but
oblige the command given. He went over the portrait and swung it open, but
before he shut it, he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Draco.
The Slytherin had no time to react.

�Terminzis!�
Harry yelled in desperation, then catching one last glimpse of the blond Slytherin he shut the door and ran down the hall to get
away. He wasn�t sure where, but he just had to get away from here.

Draco
looked down at his wrist and was surprised at how well Harry had cast the
spell. Examining his wrist, the spell had done more than stop the blood flow
for a time, it scabbed it over.

Why is this happening to me? Draco
screamed in his mind as he threw the plate of food at the wall, causing glass
and humbugs to disperse across the polished floor.

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Harry�s POV

From that point, things went
downhill. Draco and I now have had zero interaction. I
tried a couple times to get near him, but he would always run off. He couldn�t
understand that I only wanted to help.

And with each passing day it gets
worse. I watched Draco at meal times. He ate, though
never much, so at least I felt a bit relieved. I still haven�t told anyone,
which I know is wrong�but he is right.

What right do I have to analyze his life?

Draco
had sliced himself up. Cut it intentionally and when you really took a good
look at it, it was deep. Very deep. That may have been
more than a cut. Could he have possibly tried to�

No� Draco?
Suicide? No�

Thinking again, I wondered if it
was partially my fault. For always ridiculing him, calling
him a death eater, turning down his friendship first year. But, I know deep
down I can�t blame myself.

Maybe I�ve been wrong about him
all this time. I know Malfoy,
but I�m not so sure I know Draco.

I just wish I could do something.
I mean, obviously I can, but I don�t know how to approach the situation. I want
to talk to him first. If I�m forced to, I�ll go to someone else, but he would
hate me further if I tattled. You�d think that wouldn�t bother me, after years
of our immature rivalry, but it does.

It really does.

I had decided not to tell only
because I know how good of an actor Draco can be. He
could convince anyone about anything. I would do no good. Plus,
would anyone believe me if I told? That the Narcissistic, Prince of Slytherins marred his perfect skin with a self-inflicted
wound? I�m the only one who knows�and
the only one who can help.

I must get to him.

And with that thought�I�ve
decided it comes down to force. It�s been a little less then two months, and he
refuses to even look at me. Today is Friday, and we have Potions last. Right
after class, I�m going to pull him aside, willingly or not.

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Whelp, there it is. Bravo for me. I noticed a few of you
have seen this story on fanfiction.net. I�m not sure what to do there. I think
this story is becoming to graphic, violent and all
that jazz. For those of you who know what I�m talking
about, review me with an idea. I have a feeling my story will be kicked off
ff.net. We�ll see I suppose. And yes, I am revising these, making small
changes. Well, that�s it for now.

Please review, makes me giddy. lol.

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Why Do You Even Care?

Chapter 5

Draco�

Harry�s POV

What right do I have to analyze his life?