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TW// Mentions of rape and derogatory terms.

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The air brushed over the vast busyness of Hogwarts grounds. Students of every house played were laughing and enjoying the sun with no troubles to worry about. Their smiles were bright and true - for the most part.

A young boy, his hair as blond as platinum, sat at on a long window seat. Currently, he was writing - homework, of course. However, he was distracted by two things; the students outside and the person sat across from him.

The person across from him was boy, yet his face and most of his hair was covered by the blond boy's Slytherin robes. The boy had their face tucked into a pillow and they arms wrapped around their middle while their legs were stretched towards the blond. The position was obviously uncomfortable but that didn't stop the boy from sleeping.

They were in the eighth year commons room, it was empty and slightly eerie. The blond shifted, the atmosphere wasn't right.

He turned his head and he saw that the boy across from him was now awake and it was no other then Harry Potter. The blond furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyes shut.

Maybe he was just seeing things... but when he looked back, the boy was still there. Now, however, he wasn't alone.

He was sat on the lap of Dylan Ruíz and Harry was crying into the neck of the other Slytherin. The blond was confused and he got up from the seat. Harry must have sensed this so he stood, tears still in his eyes. He look furious and stormed towards the blond.

"It was your fault."

"What?" The blond gulped.

"It was your fault, you're a coward," Harry shoved him. The boy fell back into a wall while Harry only came closer.

"Maria's death was your fault! You worthless bastard!"

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Draco screamed. He shot awake, tears streaming down his cheeks. He breathed was uneven and heavy. His heart thudded against his chest, his vision was disfigured and blurry, his hands shook madly.

'Fuck,' he said in his mind over and over. Draco could feel himself slipping into madness. His hands were tightly clutched in a fist, his nails roughly digging into his palm. Bile rose in throat as his silk pyjamas stick to his body, drenched in sweat.

Quickly, he ripped it off and stood up. His vision still unclear but he managed to get himself to sink to throw cold water in his face. As he did so, his breathing slowed slightly yet he was in hysterics.

"N-no no, she-she...," Draco bit his lip, almost drawing blood. His cheeks were painted red and glistening tear tracks drew line from his eyes to his chin. He breathed heavily through his mouth.

Shaking his head, he turned around and returned back to bed. He sat on his bed, rubbing his eyes roughly. Deciding to go on an early morning stroll, he pulled on some trainers and jumper.

As he wondered the halls, a light glow at the top of wand to guide him, he couldn't help but think of his parents. His dad was hardly a person, he's dying in a cell and Draco couldn't do anything. His mother was broken and depressed. She cared deeply about Draco's well-being but she didn't care her own.

Draco subconsciously had built wall after wall around his emotions. He couldn't even tear them down himself.

Tears began forming in his eyes again as his thoughts made their way to Maria... He took a few deep breaths before walking out on to one of the many courtyards.

After ducking behind a wall to avoid Professor Alatar, he sat on a stone bench and looked at the stars. Many people had told him Maria was up there, 'looking down on him.' He didn't believe them though.

"You shouldn't be up, you know."

Draco jumped up. He turned and was met the with blue eyes of Cordelia Alatar - the one professor he just avoided.

'Shit.'

"Don't worry," she said, quietly, before sitting down, "I won't give you detention. You seemed troubled."

"Oh, um- it was just a silly nightmare. I'm fine," He sat beside her, fiddling with his fingers. Draco bit his lip subconsciously, he had only ever talked with Snape when he caught him a few times in sixth year.

"It's okay if you'd rather not talk about it. I get nightmares too," she informed him. He looked up to her.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think everyone does at the moment. You aren't alone. After such a traumatic event like that, it's somethings that's normal. It really shouldn't be but if you do want to talk you can always find me in my office... or the kitchens," she smirked. Draco chuckled and grinned.

"Thank you, miss," Draco smiled, "I should be getting back to my dorm."

"Yeah, this is just a one off okay? No telling the other professors," she playfully pointed a finger at him. He smiled and nodded before mumbling a quick bye and leaving.

Draco didn't sleep again that night. He went back to his dorm, reading some muggle novel he found in the library; The Great Gatsby.

It was about some millionaire that had an obsession with a lover. He had heard some Ravenclaws talking about it at dinner that evening.

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Draco yawned widely as he walked out the Great Hall entrance. He slightly regretted not going back to sleep last night. He rubbed his eye and opened the book once again. He had been reading it non-stop - he was intrigued.

As Draco was walking back to his private dorm, his nose shoved in the book - much like Granger - he heard muffled talking and then a scream come from a broom cupboard a few meters away.

His eyes narrows and he cautiously stepped closer. The corridor was quiet as it was one of the more secluded corridors in Hogwarts. He place a hand on the iron door knob, hesitantly turning it.

"Fuck sake."

Ruiz.

He was currently pinning a Hufflepuff girl to the stone brick wall, his rough hand placed over her mouth.

"What the fuck?" Draco shouted before grabbing the back of his collar and throwing him to the floor outside the cupboard. The girl whimpered and whispered a small thank you. Draco nodded, smiling sympathetically. She quickly ran off, drying her tears on her robe.

"You always have to ruin my fun, don't you Malfoy?" Ruiz picked himself up.

"I can't believe you, you disgusting pervert!" Draco screamed, he gripped the wand in his pocket.

"She was enjoying it," he smirked, maliciously. Draco was repulsed by his face, how could he?

"How dare you! You're fucking sick, after what happened with Maria," Draco choked out. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought of last nights endeavours.

"Not my fault, she gave herself up-"

"SHUT UP! You! Y-you caused her so much pain. You were so manipulating, playing with her feelings. You could've stopped her death! She loved you!" Draco yelled at him, tears fell down his pale cheeks.

"She never felt could enough for you, and- and then y-you just rape her! Like she was nothing! But she was everything to me. She was my best friend!"  Draco had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited a second before throwing hex after hex at the other Slytherin.

Ruiz diverted some of them before throwing back his own. His smirked was still present. He revelled in the effect he had on Draco.

"Why? WHY!"

"Because she deserved it! She helped Dumbledore's Army! She was a pathetic Slytherin and even worse Death Eater. Just like you!"

Draco shook his head in disbelief, "Is that why you're with Harry? So you can do the same fucked up thing?"

"Of course," he grinned, "we all know of his 'tragic past.' I knew that just one more thing could, you know, give him a little push over the edge. After seeing the look on his face when he saw you 'kiss' Astoria, that was priceless! Oh yeah, I asked her to do that because I knew she was obsessed with you - she's weird."

"You dick," Draco said quietly. He wants at his side. This boy was almost as bad as Voldemort.

"It was perfect and I would get back at you for trying to put me in Azkaban while doing a favour for the rest of the Death Eaters. All of them are pussies, especially your dad-"

"Expulso!"

Ruiz quickly moved out of the way, the explosion only knocking him over.

"How dare you even mention my father!"

"Whatever, I'm only using Harry. Like I'd actually be a little fag like you! Sectumsempra!"

Draco suddenly felt his scars being ripped open again. The immense pain caused him to collapse to the floor. He screamed as loud as he could - with a deep slice in his chest - he choked up.

This reminded him so much of sixth year and...Harry. Ruiz is going to rape him. 'Fuck, I can't move.'

"If you even talk to Harry, I'll know," he smirked down at him, kicking him in the stomach, "and don't worry, I'm not a fucking coward like you. I can do much worse."

With that, he walked off. Leaving Draco to die painfully in a pool of his own blood.