Content warning: This fanfic contains depictions of self-harm.
Draco Malfoy sat in his dorm room, staring blankly at the wall. The room was silent except for the sound of his breathing. He had been feeling a gnawing sense of emptiness for days, and he couldn't shake it off.
He had always been good at hiding his emotions from others, but lately, he couldn't keep up the façade. The pressure of being a Death Eater, the constant fear of being caught, and the weight of his family's expectations were too much to bear.
He reached for his wand and summoned a small knife from his bedside table. He had been doing this for a while now, using the pain to distract himself from his thoughts. He pressed the blade against his skin and drew a thin line across his wrist.
But this time, he wasn't alone.
"Draco, what the hell are you doing?" Harry Potter's voice cut through the silence like a knife.
Draco's head snapped up, and he saw Harry standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock.
Draco's first instinct was to hide the knife, but it was too late. Harry had already seen it.
"I- I can explain," Draco stammered, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Explain what, Draco? That you're cutting yourself?" Harry's voice was laced with anger and concern.
Draco didn't know what to say. He had never talked to anyone about his self-harm before. He didn't even know why he did it.
"You need to stop this, Draco. This isn't healthy," Harry said, taking a step closer to him.
Draco felt a jolt of fear run through him. He had never been this vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone Harry Potter.
"I can't stop," Draco whispered. "It's the only thing that makes me feel alive."
Harry's expression softened, and he sat down next to Draco on the bed. "You don't have to do this alone, Draco. You can talk to me. I'm here for you."
Draco felt a lump form in his throat, and he couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He broke down in front of Harry, telling him everything he had been feeling, everything he had been hiding for so long.
Harry listened without judgment, and when Draco was done, he pulled him into a tight embrace.
"You're not alone, Draco. You have me," Harry whispered