This is ridiculous. You’re a Gryffindor after all so why should you be bothered by some simple words. Maybe the reason for your tears were because the words came from someone you cared for. Very much. Perhaps even go as far as to say love. Yet it could not be for the thief who stole your heart was Draco Malfoy himself.
Thats right, the Slytherin Prince had broken down your walls and marched his way into your heart liked he had already owned it in the first place. Now every insult and rude remark tugged at your heartstrings. You had put up with everything for the first two years and now is the middle of third year and you have cried almost every night since the middle of first year. You started to harm yourself the beginning of second year. You didn’t like what you were doing to yourself, you knew it was wrong but you still did it. You didn’t know why, maybe it was because you never told anybody and kept it bottled up. Maybe a cry for help that would never come. This time was worse though. This time he brought your family into it.
Sure your family wasn’t perfect and you knew it, everyone knew it. Your dad was a muggle as well as your mom. They loved you very much and, though they were surprised, they were very happy when you started to show your ‘abilities’. Your older brother was a wizard and that left your little sister, who you loved dearly, to be the only muggle child in the family. Now your father wasn’t the best but things could have been worse, he was sort of a drunk yet still cared. Your mother was a housewife so yes you didn’t live in a wonderful household or have a beautiful family but it was yours and you loved it. And nobody gets away with insulting people you loved, so when Malfoy stopped you in the hallway and called your dad a drunken failure of a father your instinct was to of course take a swing at him but you just walked right past him trying to keep it cool. His next words froze you on the spot before you could do anything.
“I bet you and your other siblings were just drunken mistakes.”
You froze on the spot. Nothing ever struck you that hard in the heart before. Your eyes grew wide in shock as tears built in them. You were angry at him for not only insulting you but your brother and sister, you were sad because he has never said something so insulting. Sure he would point out all your flaws but bringing your family into it was like taking it to ten new levels.
You couldn’t stand there anymore, you felt the world around you coming down. But you were as stiff as the castles pillars. Your tears came raining down and only when you felt someone grab your shoulder did you break free of your trance. You dropped your books and ran through the hallways breaking free of the hand on your shoulder. You ran and ran until you finally reached Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. You and Myrtle were what you could call friends of sort. You would talk to her and listen to her complain and in return she let you cry and complain to her. When you got there Myrtle’s bored moans could be heard but your sobbing over powered the cries of attention. Myrtle looked at you and came floating down from the ceiling to your side.
“Y/N are you ok?” She asked in her high pitched voice.
You sniffled and looked up at her with puffy red eyes with your nose red, “Do I look ok!?”
She flinched at your tone and you were quick to apologize and asked to be left alone. “Fine,” she said as she started to float away, “just don’t do anything stupid, Y/N.”
With that she was gone and you collapsed to the ground and crawled into a corner and sobbed loudly. You took out a blade from your pocket and rolled up your sleeve exposing every cut you ever made. You brought down the blade and cut your once soft skin. The beautiful red came to the surface and ran down your arm. Like the tears on your cheeks, the blood from the cuts kept coming as the lines on your arm multiplied.
You felt worthless.
Stupid.
A mistake…
Malfoy had finally broken you and now you felt like nothing.
Empty.
--4 DAYS LATER AT DINNER--
You came down for breakfast, as usual you didn’t eat anything and the marks on your arm had tripled in numbers. You had a feeling you were being watched but you shrugged it off. You reached for your glass of water stretching your arm you flinched a bit at the pain in your arm but played it cool so know one would notice. Little did you know someone did, they sat there watching your every movement and grew curious when you flinched back. The blonde prince squinted his eyes in curiosity. You were hiding something and he knew it and he would find out what it was. Or his name wasn’t Draco Malfoy.
--TIME SKIP--
You still felt like someone was watching you but you shrugged it off once more. You were in one of your favorite subjects, potions. Granted you were fairly good at it you did have your mistakes here and there, nothing Malfoy wouldn’t point out. Although you would hate to admit it but you still loved him. If after the hateful things he said about your family. Your passion for the Slytherin stayed the same so when Professor Snape paired you two as partners you blushed slightly and looked down so your hair covered your face.
You made your way over to Malfoy not expecting him to move for you anyways. You set your things down and took a seat. You avoided looking at him knowing that if you did you would break down. Meanwhile, Malfoy was eyeing you up and down. Little did you know that he had a crush on you since he first saw you. He just… didn’t understand his feelings and expressed them differently than he should’ve. He didn’t pay attention to what else Snape had to say, he just stared at you. You were like candy to the eye, he just couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.
You, on the other hand, had already began the experiment. All was going smoothly until you reached for something on Draco’s side of the table and reopened one of your more recent cuts you winced in pain nearly knocking the liquid over if Malfoy hadn’t caught it in time. You were fortunate for that but luck had switched sides quickly as some of your blood from the cut ran down your arm and dripped onto the table. You pulled your arm back quickly and held your wrist in your other hand. You looked away hoping the Draco hadn’t seen the little blood drop splatter right in front of him. You heard a light barely audible gasp come from Draco. You flinched knowing he had seen it. You mentally started to curse yourself, hoping this was a dream and not really happening. You were wrong. (Thats right real life is a bitch)
“Y/N…” Draco whispered softly as he stared at the small blood splatter then up at you. You avoided his gaze as a tear slipped from your eye.
The bell rang and you ran. You ran to Myrtle’s bathroom and went to the corner unbeknownst to you Draco followed you, leaving his stuff in the classroom next to yours. Though you were faster he knew where you would be. He had heard your cries many times and everytime his heart broke knowing that he was the one who caused it. He knew what this feeling was now and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. He was in love with you. He just hoped it wasn’t to late.
You sat in the corner of the bathroom, Myrtle had not bothered you yet. You kept muttering to yourself that you were stupid to believe he could return your feelings, that you were useless and a mistake. His words had started to sink in and you started to believe them more and more.
“Y/N! Y/N!” You heard your name being called but you payed no mind as you sobbed and began your torture. You cut once, twice.
The blade was ripped from your hands and you gasped in shock. You looked up and saw stone cold blue eyes filled with sadness, anger, regret and… love? You looked back with tears in your shocked eyes. Draco grabbed your wrist and harshly, yet gently, dragged you to the sinks. He began muttering to himself with sadness and hate in his quiet voice as he washed the blood from your bleeding wrist. Having nothing to bandage it with he took off his robe and ripped a bit of his shirt off to use as a bandage. You blushed slightly but looked away knowing this was not the time to fantasize.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He said in an angry tone that made you flinch but he didn’t seem to care at the moment. “You do know you could kill yourself by doing this then what would I do? Huh? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing I drove you to this. Hell I don’t know if I’ll even be able to sleep tonight knowing about this.”
You were shocked to hear this come from him. Could Draco possibly care for you? No. Impossible. He wouldn’t hurt you if he liked you, right? You looked at his face you see him looking back at you.
“Well?” He said rather harshly.
“I-I’m just a mistake.”
He froze upon hearing this. Guilt flooded through him, he bent his head down to hide his shame as you innocently stared at him.
“I’m sorry…” You were shocked to hear this come from him. He who had tormented you for years. You had longed for this moment and here it was. “I’m so so sorry Y/N. I’m sorry for the pain I have caused you, I’m sorry for every mean or rude thing I have said about you, I didn’t mean it. You’re not a mistake your beautifully perfect and possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me. And instead of praising you for everything you do I hurt you like you were nothing but dirt. I guess I just couldn’t believe I had fallen for a mudblood.”
That last sentence made your whole world stop. You sucked in a breath. This can’t be real. Can it? Had Malfoy just admitted his love to you? You believed so, and with that the happy tears came. Draco started to worry that he had said something to upset you. You smiled that sweet smile he hasn’t seen in awhile. He nervously smiled back hoping you weren’t going to reject him but not expecting forgiveness.
“I love you too Draco,” You said sweetly, “and as mean as you are I forgive you.”
It was Draco’s turn to be shocked. He finished wrapping your cuts in almost two then leaned in and kissed you in which you happily returned.
Little did you know Myrtle saw the whole thing and squealed, she was sure to tell anyone who would listen.