Harry
Back in the common room I couldn’t stop thinking about broken boy, how he was so familiar yet so much like a stranger. It unnerved me. His voice wavering when he said goodbye, and it occurred to me that I might have him in a class, fuck, he might even live in my common room. Suddenly I felt a sharp twinge and I sat up confused, what was that? Then I felt it, the slight buildup of pressure then a slow trickle down my face. “Shit!” I cursed heading out past the fat lady portrait to the bathroom. The trickle turned into blood pouring out of my nose. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper and pressed it to my nose. When I pulled it away to see if it had stopped, it started pouring even faster and heavier than before. As I started to bring the toilet paper up to my nose again I caught sight of the blood pouring down my face in the mirror, how it made my lips ruby red, a stark contrast to my pale skin. The blood kept pouring but I didn’t try to stop it anymore transfixed by it. I imagined more and more coming out. From my mouth, my eyes, my nose, my arms. I could see how to do it, to find anything sharp and slide it against my skin.
Then I heard it, the footsteps, and from behind the corner Draco entered stopping short when he saw me, the blood pouring out from my nose I quickly tried to rush into a stall but a hand grabbed my wrist and I heard Draco hiss “Fuck Potter, who’d you piss off this bad?” 43Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1uqq7lRh0y
Stunned I looked at him and responded “My nose, I pissed off my nose.”
Draco
When I saw Potter’s face I instantly noticed how that was too much blood for a regular nosebleed, and he was just staring at himself watching it pour from his nose and coat his lips like the color from a crimson rose had been transfused into them. When he spotted me he turned on his heel and tried to rush into a stall but I was faster. I caught his wrist and asked “Fuck Potter, who’d you piss off this bad?”
And in an empty voice he said “My nose, I pissed off my nose.”
I quickly grabbed some more toilet paper and started to wipe the blood off of his face while he sagged against me. His gaze was glazed and suddenly he mumbled “I feel lightheaded…” and he trailed off falling into a silence that was oddly familiar. Suddenly he looks at me like he’s studying something worth his time “Your eyes are like a storm cloud. Dangerous but beautiful.” He says.
“You don’t mean that. You’re not thinking straight.” I say ignoring the way my chest tightened, I’d gotten good at bottling emotions and ignoring them until I couldn’t feel them anymore, that is exactly what I did.
“I mean it.” He insists, “I haven’t seen anything like them in a long time.”
When I finally got the bleeding to stop I wrapped Potter’s arm around my neck and walked him back to his common room. When we reached the portrait of the fat lady she took one look at Potter and sighed “I need the password.”
Potter became slightly more lucid at this and said “Expecto patronum.”
With a tired smile she let us in. She whispered to me “What happened to him?”
“I have no idea I found him staring at himself in a mirror in the bathroom.” I respond, “Please don’t tell anyone I was hear.”
“Your secrets safe with me.” The fat lady said winking.
“Thank you.” I managed.
As I pulled Potter up the stairs he turned his head studying me then he finally asked “Why are you helping me? Don’t you hate me?”
“I’m helping you because you don’t deserve to pass out in the bathroom, and I never hated you.” I whisper quietly enough that I don’t think he heard most of what I say.
“Thank you.” He whispered. As I laid him on his bed and he passed out. All I could think was how he hopefully wouldn’t remember me in the morning.
“Goodbye, mystery boy.” I whisper on impulse. I stare as he stirs and I quickly run out of his common room and back to the Slytherin common room.
Harry
I woke up to a blinding headache. I remembered some of what happened last night I remembered running to the bathroom with a horrible nosebleed and someone coming in asking who I pissed off. I remember a hand on my wrist, a gentle hand cleaning my face and stopping the bleeding. Then someone bringing me into the common room and placing me on my bed. Then they whispered something I couldn’t forget “Goodbye, mystery boy.” Then I heard them running from the Gryffindor common room and back into the halls. So broken boy isn’t a Gryffindor. That makes me feel slightly better.
“Bloody hell Harry! Why do you have so much blood on you?” Ron exclaims drawing attention to me.
“I had a bad bloody nose last night.” I say shrugging, “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine that’s a lot of blood come on we’re going to the infirmary.” Ron says dragging me to my feet.
“Ron I’m fine.” I say.
“We’re still going to the infirmary.” He says.
“Well from the amount of blood on your shirt I’d say you were very close to passing out.” Madam Pomfrey Said “Do you know who helped you?” She asks.
“No I wasn’t lucid enough to remember.” I reply, “Wait how do you know someone helped me?” I ask.
“Well with the amount of blood left over, that’s enough to make someone dizzy enough that it would be hard to stand let alone deal with a bloody nose. Also it’s a shame that you don’t know I’d like to talk to them, they did well, almost like they deal with blood loss a lot.” Madam Pomfrey mused. “Well you’ll be fine. If you feel dizzy at all today come back up.”
“I will.” I tell Madam Pomfrey, “Have a good day.”
“Goodbye Potter.” She calls after me.
When we were out of earshot from Madam Pomfrey I turned on Ron angry, “What the hell Ron! I said I was fine!”
“I was worried about you! You’ve been distant, pushing me and Hermione away! I thought you hurt yourself.” Ron exclaimed shouting at me.
I opened my mouth about to tell him that I’d never hurt myself but I stopped remembering what I’d imagined last night. I thought about running something sharp over my skin, making it bleed more and more, the droplets of blood dripping down my arm mixing with water as I washed it off, last night I’d almost done it but broken boy had stopped me intentionally or not. “I’m sorry Ron. You’re right I’ve been pushing you and Hermione away. Thank you for worrying about me.”
“Anytime mate.” Ron said smiling at me.
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