Drarry.
written by Ĵαмɛƨ Sнαω
[complete]Wind was rushing in his face, walls a black shape behind him. Snape was going to kill Harry (this is a Drarry fan fiction. I'm really bad at this sorry) This book goes form Harry's point of view to Draco's. Draco feels guilty about breaking up with H-Potter two years ago due to his fathers wishes but isn't brave enough to ask him out again in 8th year. I update every few days (Or twice a day) so please bookshelf if you like it!
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
9
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857
Harry's P.O.V.
Chapter 7
warning this chapter has self harm(Cutting) it’s not very serious though.
In the dorm room I locked the door using magic again. I went to my trunk and pulled out the knife Sirius had given me a few Christmases ago. Rolling up my sleeve I started cutting myself. I didn’t know why but for some reason this made me feel like it would get rid of the pain. It worked at first because I was presented with a new pain and the rush of cold as the blood ran down my arm. After a while I was used to the pain and it didn’t work anymore. So I started cutting deeper into my arm. A new rush of darker blood ran down my arm and onto the floor. I heard a soft click and the door swung open. I quickly hid my bleeding arm and cleaned the blood on the floor. “Scourgify!” Dean and Ginny walked in holding hands. I tried to look like I had just been reading or something but there weren’t any books around. “Er- What are you doing here Harry?” Ginny asked a little shyly, because Dean had just kissed her. “Nothing!” I said, hearing how unconvincing I sounded. He said it too quickly as well. “What are YOU doing here?” I said trying to turn the conversation away from me. “We're just walking and Ginny asked first.” Dean said, lifting his chin. “I was -er- reading!” I stuttered. “Harry.” Ginny said worried now. “Why is there a knife on your bed?” “That?” I said again, responding too quickly. “That’s um, my Potions knife!” “Harry, it’s covered in blood and you just said you were reading. There’s no books out.” Ginny was glaring at the red spot growing on my sleeve. “And WHAT is THAT?” She asked sharply pointing at my redding sleeve. “It’s nothing,” I said divisive now. “I was practising Charms. The book I was reading was Charms.” “Harry.” Dean said hoarsely. “Have you been…” “No.” I said getting scared but trying not to show it. I pushed passed them and left the dorm.
In the hall I ran into Hermione and Ron. For once they weren't snogging. They looked suspiciously smug. “What?” I asked. “We aren’t telling you!” Hermione said in a sing-song voice. “If you find out NOW then it will ruin the fun!” Ron teased. I gave him a look only he would understand. The ‘we will talk about this later’ look. Ron gave the tiniest on nods. And we walked back to the common room together.
---sorry for the short chapter---
In the dorm room I locked the door using magic again. I went to my trunk and pulled out the knife Sirius had given me a few Christmases ago. Rolling up my sleeve I started cutting myself. I didn’t know why but for some reason this made me feel like it would get rid of the pain. It worked at first because I was presented with a new pain and the rush of cold as the blood ran down my arm. After a while I was used to the pain and it didn’t work anymore. So I started cutting deeper into my arm. A new rush of darker blood ran down my arm and onto the floor. I heard a soft click and the door swung open. I quickly hid my bleeding arm and cleaned the blood on the floor. “Scourgify!” Dean and Ginny walked in holding hands. I tried to look like I had just been reading or something but there weren’t any books around. “Er- What are you doing here Harry?” Ginny asked a little shyly, because Dean had just kissed her. “Nothing!” I said, hearing how unconvincing I sounded. He said it too quickly as well. “What are YOU doing here?” I said trying to turn the conversation away from me. “We're just walking and Ginny asked first.” Dean said, lifting his chin. “I was -er- reading!” I stuttered. “Harry.” Ginny said worried now. “Why is there a knife on your bed?” “That?” I said again, responding too quickly. “That’s um, my Potions knife!” “Harry, it’s covered in blood and you just said you were reading. There’s no books out.” Ginny was glaring at the red spot growing on my sleeve. “And WHAT is THAT?” She asked sharply pointing at my redding sleeve. “It’s nothing,” I said divisive now. “I was practising Charms. The book I was reading was Charms.” “Harry.” Dean said hoarsely. “Have you been…” “No.” I said getting scared but trying not to show it. I pushed passed them and left the dorm.
In the hall I ran into Hermione and Ron. For once they weren't snogging. They looked suspiciously smug. “What?” I asked. “We aren’t telling you!” Hermione said in a sing-song voice. “If you find out NOW then it will ruin the fun!” Ron teased. I gave him a look only he would understand. The ‘we will talk about this later’ look. Ron gave the tiniest on nods. And we walked back to the common room together.
---sorry for the short chapter---
