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Chapter Nine: Within Hollowed Ground

Mixed emotions.

That was what he felt.

How do he explained it?

It was blazing, like fire, yet overcome with waves of such blueness. It was the colour of nothingness, because it was voidless. Was there ever a way of explaining?

They were never supposed to meet, their paths separated by what was their own beliefs. Yet he was never that strong, easily swayed, a small plant that would be unnoticed by anyone. He lamented his own destiny, blaming it on himself, the world, for its gaping jaws of cruelness.

But when he discovered the real truth, he collapsed inside.

He was just a plaything, nothing more.

Yes, he was a mask, pure white, dazzling in the light, yet always empty. He shone in crowds, yet when he was alone, he was gray, white always a cover for the blank canvas he always hold in the Tower.

He never found the strength to draw anything after The War, until that one night, just one night, where he suddenly draw without a thought. His hands moved on its own, despite him trying to control it.

Despite himself, that night, he felt as if he was soaring above the skies and clouds, where the storms couldn't reached him.

He...had felt free for the first time in ages.

He couldn't be normal, that will was stripped of him when he was born. Perhaps it was better that way, because he knew that he would always be looked down, always scorned, his sins pilling up on him until he couldn't breath, choking on air.

Was it selfish of him to think of him as his escape, however momentarily?

Because for no reasons at all, being near Harry Potter, the boy who lived, savior of the world, damn, freaking Potter, made Draco...

happy.

It was a momentarily feeling that struck him suddenly, and he felt himself longing for the days where he was, at the very least, innocent from the darkness that resided in him.

Searching in the shelf to find a suitable potion they could work on, Draco sighed and gave up. It seemed like there wasn't any books he could use, but then, he had already read most of the books during his times here.

"Hey, did you see Malfoy just now?" He heard someone said.

"Yeah, I did. I heard he was given conditions so that he wouldn't be in Azkaban, like his parents."

"I wonder how Harry feels about this, seeing as they were against each other every year and then suddenly the Ministry decided to add one more year for us."

"I mean, look at the mark he have on his arm. He even hides it with his sleeves-"

Stepping quietly, Draco exited the library silently. Gripping his arm tightly, he disappeared into a corner with a flash.

He had heard enough, and those words would become part of his nightmares everyday to destroyed his already broken heart into more pieces.

If only, if only he had stayed just for a moment, he would have heard something else quite the opposite of what he realized.

"He's just misunderstood, that's all. It wasn't his fault."

Those words would have become his salvation.

Instead, he turned his back yet again.

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{Warning (trigger): Self-harm, read at your own choice}

Sliding onto the floor, Draco bit back a sob that threatened to rip him apart.
He pulled his sleeves up and glared at the mark on his hand with a hatred that burned inside of him.

He wanted it gone.

Yet no matter what he did, how many spells he cast, it never worked. He tried everything, except for one.

Cutting.

Deep down, he knew it wouldn't work, but rage and hatred at himself pushed him over the edge.

And he fell into oblivion.

Raising his wand, he muttered a spell as white-hot pain rushed through him. Biting his lips so he wouldn't scream, tears came out in a flood.

He just wanted to be like everyone else.

He wanted to be happy, just like those Weasley who still managed to keep a smile and laughter on their face no matter what they had gone through.

He envied them, more than envy, and longing, he was jealous.

Drip.

A pool of blood formed around his feet as tears dripped from his long eye lashes, leaving its trail on his already too white face.

It wouldn't work. His mind whispered.

But it was worth the try. He gave a strangled laugh that came between a sob and a cough.

Drowning, he was drowning-

"Draco!" A distant shout came as he closed his eyes tiredly. He wondered who would called him, Blaise and Pansy were both in their classes, so there was no other-

He heard a choked gasp as someone stood in front of him.

"Draco...what have you done?"

He smiled at the question, choosing to reply with-

"I took away the pain."

He felt someone touching his arm gently, the touch of a feather as he heard the breathing of someone that sounded like...

Like Potter.

Struggling to open his eyes, he saw Harry staring at his arm with a look of barely contained sadness and horror.

Wincing, he snapped at him. "Go away. I don't need your pity."

Ignoring him, he finally stared back at him with watery eyes.

"What did you do to your beautiful skin?"

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{Scene ended}

Healing his arm with a spell, Harry cleaned the room of his blood without another word before pulling Draco close to him.

"Please don't do that again." His voice resounded in the small bathroom.

"Why do you care?"

"Because I understand what its like to hurt."

And somehow, somehow, Draco felt safe wrapped in the arms of Harry freaking Potter, despite the gaping difference between the two of them, despite the black, inky, mark that had appeared again on his arm that marked him as a traitor.

Saying nothing, Draco slowly wrapped his arms around him.

The warmth they both shared reverberate in their hearts.

Maybe, for once, they weren't alone.

That's done. IF YOURE TRIGGERED, GET HELP IMMEDIATELY. As I have multiple warnings up there, please be caution and love yourself :)

So, to keep your thought occupied, here's a cute picture of Drarry:

JUST LOOK AT THOSE TWO I CANT AHHH

And before I get into my
a/n, get yourself something warm to drink. Be happy, because light's never too far from darkness.

BTW, I added the tags on my description as another warning.

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I know its been two weeks since I update

And this chapter is just horrible lel XD

It took me a while like THIS IS JUST THE NINTH CHAPTER AND I CAN FEEL MY HEART BREAKING NO MY DRRAACCOOOO

One chapter away from the tenth chapter! Maybe I'll add a bonus chapter for ya all.

Maybe XP

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