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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 6

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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.

Lookie here, it�s
chapter 6. Praise me.

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Potions class passed by, as it
usually did. Harry didn�t pay attention� it wasn�t like it was much of a change
from any other day. He watched the blond Slytherin�s
every move; every step. He wouldn�t let him out of his sight.

�Alright.�
Snape growled. �Class dismissed.�

Snape disappeared into his
private office as the students filed out silently, missing the sight of Draco
dropping his books clumsily as he tried to rise. The Slytherin gathered them
messily, scowling, and glanced up, to meet the sight of blazing green eyes
immobilizing him.

�Potter.�
Draco spat, �what do you want.�

�Will you come
talk with me�please?� Give him a warning first, Harry thought.

�No.� Draco stated quickly, but
as he tried to maneuver around Harry, his passage was blocked. �Move Potter!�

�You�re talking with me, now.� Harry demanded,
arms folded across his chest defensively.

�Oh, and what, you�re going to
make me?� Draco laughed, but the sound faded away as he realized it was not a
joke. �Harry I have no need to talk to you!�

�Yes you do, there are a lot of
things you need to talk about!� Harry pressed.

�I know what you know, alright
fine, whatever�but why do you care about it? What do you think you could
possibly do to help me?� Draco said angrily, glaring at the persistent
Gryffindor.

Harry froze.

�Do you really think you could
fix my problems? Come to my rescue? Protect me from myself? Ha!� Draco mused,
�Harry, this is none of your concern.�

�It is my concern! I want to help!� Harry yelled.

�No you don�t! You want me dead, you just don�t want my blood on your hands. You don�t
want to feel guilty� thinking it was your fault for my actions! This is your
bloody hero instincts!� Draco yelled back.

�Draco, you�re coming to talk with
me!� Harry demanded once more, ignoring Draco�s last
statements.

�I will only say this one more
time, Potter. Get. Out. Of. My. Way.� He threatened,
emphasizing every syllable.

Not even listening to Draco�s threat, Harry grabbed the blond teen�s right arm
and pulled him out of the classroom and down the now empty hall.

That�s when Draco�s
reactions pulled a 360. �No Harry stop it please, stop!
You�re hurting me! I don�t like being forced�STOP!� Draco cried.

Harry turned to look at Malfoy, and he didn�t expect to see what he did. Draco�s eyes showed that he was terrified and his body was
shaking. Harry immediately let go and Draco fell back onto his back.

�Draco�� Harry murmured as he held
a hand out to help him up, but Draco only responded by backing up until he hit
the wall.

�Please, don�t hurt me�� Draco�s fear rose.

Harry couldn�t believe what he
was seeing. How could he possibly respond to this? He looked so hurt�so weak. I just want to help him�I just�

�Just get away from me�� Draco
begged, looking away.

�But��

�No�just go�� Draco started.

Before Harry could comprehend
what he was doing, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around Draco.
The dark-haired boy placed his head in between the light-haired boy�s neck, to
where his eyes were facing the wall.

�I wouldn�t ever dream of hurting
you.� Harry said, and Draco wrapped his arms around his counterpart�s waist and
cried into his shoulder.

�But�you�hate me.� Draco sniffled. �You�just want�me�d-dead�like�everyone
else.�

And all the Gryffindor could do
is sooth him with little nonsense words, while rubbing his back with his hand.

What happened to you Draco?

What happened to have made you break down
and cry?

About ten minutes had passed and Draco�s
body began to ease, his shaking slowing, his tears ceasing. �H-Harry�� Draco
sniffled out.

�Yes?�

�It�s just�� Draco started, but struggled. Harry noticed and
interrupted.

�Hey, why don�t you come with me for a bit? I know this empty
room that Dumbledore used to stick me in ever so often when he thought it was
too dangerous for me to stay in the Common room�he worried too much.� He
paused. �We can go there. I�m the only one who knows the password.� He paused
again, standing up and holding out his hand to the hesitant blond teen. �So,
will you come with me?�

Draco was wary at first, but he slowly took hold of Harry�s
hand. The raven-haired boy smiled and helped him up.

They headed down this secluded hallway, that wasn�t often
used. They turned a few corners and reached their destination.

It was a portrait, of a girl with glittering wings sitting
upon a gnarled tree stump in the middle of a secluded forest. Her clothes were
like the midnight sky, and her eyes were a brilliant shade of purple, framed by
shiny sable locks. A raven with glowing yellow eyes was perched on her forearm,
nipping at a delicate ear. At her pet�s actions, she giggled and smoothed its
silky feather.

As the boys stepped closer, the raven glanced over at them
and the girl looked up. She smiled sweetly. �Hello Harry.� Her voice rang in an
echo, sounding heavenly like wind chimes in the early morning. �Who�s your
friend?�

�This is Draco.� Harry replied softly, nodding to his
companion.

The girl looked at the blond Slytherin with curious eyes.
�You seem sad, why?� Draco didn�t respond, looking down at his feet.

�Harmony, Draco will be allowed into this room from now on.�
Harry said, smiling at her.

�That�s fine, I wouldn�t mind
seeing him more often. Would you like to go in now?� Harmony questioned,
gesturing.

�Yes, if you don�t mind.� Harry stated, glancing over at the
silent Slytherin.

�No, not at all. Password?�
She chimed.

�Revadenia.�

She nodded and swung open for them. The boys stepped inside
and was surprised to see a good sized room, with a bathroom, a queen sized bed
and a small study area.

�Green and black?� Draco
questioned, trying to loosen the tension between them.

�Always preferred those colors I guess.� Harry answered
nonchalantly.

�Would have been happier in Slytherin
then.� Draco stated, though half thinking he would be appalled at the
thought.

�Probably,� He paused and glanced at his red robes.
�Gryffindor just dies out after awhile.�

�What do you mean?� Draco asked.

�I don�t know, it�s just that
everyone�s expectations of me are so high, and you get along and cope, but it
seems fake. They believe it�s my destiny to be their Savior, and they are blind
to everything else.� He sighed as he looked at the open curtains on the window.

�Sick of being someone you�re not.� Draco answered
knowingly.

�Exactly.� A wave of silence
passed, both not sure of what to say. In that time, Harry had walked over and
sat down on the bed. He offered a spot next to him, but Draco declined.
Instead, he sat down on a chair close to the side of the bed. For a long time,
they just looked at each other.

I just want to help
you, Draco.

�Draco,� Harry began, �what happened to you?�

The blond teen flinched at the question, unsure of what to say.
He didn�t want Harry to know, or anyone for that matter. He fidgeted
restlessly, the silence grating. Finally, nervousness got the best of him, as
he started to trace his almost completely healed cut on his forearm. Running it
back and forth, making small shockwaves of pain up his arm, but he didn�t seem
to notice. His thumb was getting rougher, moving quicker; pressing harder, causing the skin underneath to be yanked. It was still a
thin layer of skin, so little rips appeared, as though a needle had been
pressed in. Little droplets of blood started to prickle out.

Harry took notice and slid off the bed. Grabbing the
frantically rubbing hand, he ended its rapid actions. �Draco may I look at it?�

Draco vacillated answering, but Harry had such gentle hands,
soothing him, rubbing his palm lightly with his thumb. Finally, he nodded as he
pulled off his heavy cloak. Draco rolled up his sleeve up to his elbow. Harry
took it in his hand and looked at it with concerned eyes.

The Gryffindor examined the diagonal cut, though more
vertical if anything. It stretched from the top left of his wrist to about
three-quarters down his forearm, following the largest vein, ending on the
right side. It must have been a good six inches. He frowned even more, noticing
the little red droplets coming out from the middle. Harry could see that it had
been deep, and that it could, and probably should have been lethal.

�Why?� Harry inquired, moving his gaze from the wound to
dull silver-gray eyes. He didn�t answer.

Don�t shut me out
Draco, please don�t shut me out.

�Draco, I just want to help. I don�t want to hurt you
further. I don�t want to tell anyone or use this against you. I just, want to
be there for you. I can�t explain why�I just�want to.� Draco looked at him and
could only nod against Harry�s intense stare. Harry sighed. �Draco, were you
trying to� kill yourself?�

Draco looked over in the other direction. At first, the
Gryffindor thought he wasn�t going to answer again, until he heard a faint
voice speak up. �I was hoping to, though I wasn�t sure it would work, but I
knew if I failed I could just do it again.�

Harry took a sharp intake of air. How can he be so calm about it? Harry looked down at the ground and
then back at the blond-haired teen.

�Do you still want to?�

This time, there was no prolonged answer. Draco just rotated
his head to face Harry�s; gray into green.

�Yes.� He stated plainly.

Merlin, please don�t
be like that. I won�t let you go, you can�t.

Harry took in a deep breath, holding it in for a second, and
then letting it out. But the tightness in his lungs wouldn�t cease, he felt
tears prickle at his eyes. He was not willing to let them show, he let them
sink back in, hiding them from view, though his eyes still appeared glassy. �Have
you done something like this before?�

Please say no�

�Yes.� His lifeless words ringing in
Harry�s words. There was no pitch to his voice, no change; just one
monotonous sound. He�d rather have Draco yelling.

�Will you show me?�

�I�I can�t�I�� Draco stuttered, fidgeting; falling into the
leather chair.

�Please Draco�� Harry started.

�Why do you want to help me so bad? Why do you want to
know?� Draco wondered. Why would anyone
want to help me, especially you?

Harry landed on the bed, face fell into his hands and his
body started to tremble. He pulled up his knees for support, and Draco could
make out small sniffles. Harry pulled up to face Draco once more.

�I don�t know. I really don�t know. I just know I do. I just
wish I could take away whatever happened to you. I just wish I could make it
disappear. I want to make you happy again, even if that brings back the
sarcastic narcissist you once were. I just want you to be okay. And don�t ask
me to explain it, because I can�t.� Tears fell down Harry�s cheek.

Draco was in shock, probably on the brink of a coma. He�s crying?

For
me?

Draco watched as Harry put his head back onto his knees,
covering his face with his arms. Without Harry�s knowledge, Draco slipped off
his customary vest and then loosened the house-supporting tie. One button at a
time, he undid the white shirt, letting it loosely fall onto the chair.
Lightly, making almost no noise, Draco strode over to the raven-haired boy.
With no words, he removed Harry�s arms from around his knees and lifted his
head up with a finger by Harry�s chin.

Harry slowly took in the sight. Draco was pale, yet it
suited him, making him look godly, untouchable. Well built, yes, but in the
same sense thin, slender. A few of his bottom ribs could be seen.

But, the reality was also there. Numerous scars could be
seen across his arms, shoulders, chest, and stomach. Though, various engraved
designs could be made out. They ranged from snakes and dragons, to roses and
moons. So many designs. So many
scars. They weren�t too bright, or elevated, they were just faint, pink silken
scars, glistening in the light. Two marks on his chest stuck out, they didn�t
look too old, the darker pink still colored the marks.

Harry�s feet dropped to the floor and he stood up, inches
from Draco. He held up his hand to the boy�s chest, tracing the two scars;
Draco shivering under his touch. He looked down further, to his side and he saw
freshly scabbed ones, probably done in the past two months since they had
spoken. Harry reached to the slightly taller teen�s forearms. He looked at one,
and then the other. Both with fresh cuts, not near as bad as his wrist, but
they still looked dreadful. There was a skull on his left arm, and a scythe on
his right.

�L-listen Harry, I�d better go,� Draco said as he slipped
his white, button-up shirt back on. Grabbing his books from the table and the
rest of his clothes, he walked to the portrait door.

�Draco wait!� Draco felt a warm
feeling reach his hand. When he looked back he saw Harry�s hand intertwined in
his, pleading eyes pulling him in. �Please don�t go Draco!� He cried in
urgency. �Just stay, please. Stay here, with me. Just for tonight. I want to be
here for you, I want you here so I can protect you.�

Draco�s eyes fell. �Do you really
think you can protect me from myself?�

Harry knew that he couldn�t. �I know, I can�t watch you all
the time, it�s just�I want you here. I want you to feel safe.�

He wants me to feel
safe�Draco thought. �Are you going to be staying with me?�

�Yes, I�ll sleep over on the coach, you can have the bed.�
Harry let go of Draco�s hand, letting his fall to the
side.

The Slytherin sighed, setting down his stuff once more.
�Alright, I�ll stay.�

A sweet smile spread across Harry�s features as he watched the
blond pick up a book from his pile. Draco reached into his cloak, grabbing his
favorite lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He climbed into the bed and kicked
off his shoes. After pulling a drag from the pack, and a few clicks later the
fire from the well embroidered lighter lit. Placing it against the fresh
nicotine stick, lighting it to where the end was a bright orange. With a sigh,
Draco relaxed after a couple puffs. He picked up the book and started to read
it.

With a grin plastered on his face despite the smoke that was
lingering in the room, Harry grabbed a quill and started the homework from
Divination.

For the rest of the night, neither of them spoke. The hours
passed, Draco had continued to read the whole time, only lighting one other
cigarette that night. Harry had switched from homework to solitary games to
drawing pathetic doodles. They looked like a child�s work. When Harry took a
glimpse at the clock, it read 11:52pm. He maneuvered his eyes over the bed,
seeing that Draco had fallen asleep.

Harry got up and quietly walked over to him. The dark-haired
teen could make out faint, even breathing; his chest rising and falling with
the book on top. The Gryffindor picked up the book, keeping his place and set
it on the table. He leaned over and gently moved the blond locks from his eyes
to behind his pierced ears. Carefully, he pulled the covers up over his body,
and then flicked off the lamp next to him.

Walking over to the portrait hole, Harry flicked off the
main light for the room. He made his way to the couch; his path only lit by the
moonlight, and laid down on the smooth, wide leather
coach. He pulled up the spare blanket and wrapped up into a warm bundle.

�Goodnight Draco.� He whispered as his eyes fluttered shut
and he fell into a deep sleep.

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Well, I updated. Thanks to all of you who reviewed. My loyal fans. Today I hit my nose on a door handle while
bending down. Now I have a retarded band-aid on my nose, but I look like
Rudolph otherwise. Also, sorry I didn�t update sooner, I haven�t been on the
computer all week. I�ve been home sick with the flu. And my head was dizzy.
Still is�oh well.

Review, my head might clear that way.

Then again, maybe not�but review anyway.

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Why Do You Even Care?

Chapter 6

What happened to you Draco?

What happened to have made you break downand cry?

What happened to have made you break down
and cry?