TW: Refer to warnings in description

NOTE: I apologize for my absence! College and other really important "adult" things came up! Plus writer's block happens to even the best of us.

The mirror was Draco's worst enemy. He hated passing it front of it. All he saw was a hollow husk that could have been a decent person. It only reminded him how messed up he had become, and how far he had fallen since then. His eyes were void of emotion. His posture had cracks. Anyone who was paying any sort of attention would have been able to tell just how broken he was, and he hated being reminded of it. He avoided mirrors at all costs. It was hard to avoid the ones in the bathrooms though. He kept his head down, but sometimes couldn't help it. The monster he saw always startled him. He would run out of the bathroom and stand in the corridor for several moments to calm down and collect his thoughts. Other times, he locked himself in the farthest stall and roll his sleeves up as he sat on the floor.

He had left Potions to go to the bathroom. Once he reached the sinks he stopped. Today was not a day where he could run into the hall. He barely made it to the last stall before he broke down. With how many people that break down in the bathrooms this year, he didn't bother with a 'silencio'. He sank to the floor and sobbed. Digging around in his robe, he sliced his finger on the item he was searching for. Looking at the blood on his fingertip, he gripped the blade.
With each slice he made on his arm, over old ones, and making new ones, he sobbed less and less. By the time he heard the footsteps outside the door of his stall, he had stopped sobbing completely. Blood was pouring down his arm.
Draco dropped the blade with a start, freaking out as it slid out from under the door. He heard the blade stop suddenly, and he heard as it was picked up.
"Malfoy, come out here."
He blinked back tears, and shakily stood up to unlock the door. He hid his arm within the folds of his robes. Potter wasn't having any of that though, and grabbed it. He hissed with pain, and couldn't make himself meet Potter's glare. To his surprise, the other said nothing. Instead he was dragged to the sinks. Potter made him stick his arm under the running water to clean him off and cast several charms. He washed the blade as Draco dried himself off.
Several moments went by before anything was said.
"Malfoy, please do not do this again."
He looked at the Golden Boy.
"I'm not kidding. You had me w…" he paused, "Worried. You had me worried about you. Then I come in here and you're cutting yourself so much so that there is not a spot left on your wrist that is undamaged."
Draco looked down at his wrist, and rubbed the now healing scars, "You do it too…" he murmured.
"Yeah, I do. But I…" he sighed, "Why don't we make an agreement."
He looked at the other questioningly.
"Each time of us hurts ourselves, the other is allowed to ask as intrusive a question as they want, and we have to answer it."
"Would that include today…?"
"No. But the next time it happens."
Draco thought about it. Agreeing to this would mean having to share things he wasn't ready to explain. It would also mean he would have something to mentally stop himself from doing such a thing. If he didn't agree, Potter would also hurt himself again and again. Rationally, agreeing was the best option, but he couldn't have the risk of sharing more information than he was ready for. There were things he didn't want Potter to know. He sighed softly, and finally met the other's gaze.
"Fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Potter reached his hand out to him. He took it.
"Deal?"
"Deal."
Draco glanced at the mirror, and quickly looked away. Potter must have noticed, because he suddenly was pulled into a hug. It was awkward being pulled into a hug from the other, shorter, man. He accepted it despite that, and took a deep breath.
"You've missed the last half of class."
"That's okay. I can catch up…"
"I know. I'm just letting you know. Don't miss your next class though, okay?"
He nodded, and let go of Potter. As he took a step back he smiled a very small smile.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now go."

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"What happened when you met with...The Dark Lord?" he was still uncomfortable calling him by his name.
"I was dead, than I wasn't. It's hard to explain. When I was dead I was at King's Cross with Dumbledore, and there was an ugly baby-looking Voldemort dying. I am assuming that was the part of his soul that attached itself to me."
"King's Cross?"
"Not sure."
"I can only imagine what sort of horror that...thing was."
"It wasn't even scary, it was just gross-looking."
"I don't want to even think about it."
"Same. So tell me…"
"Tell you what?"
Potter got a bit quieter, "Why were you so upset earlier…?"
He didn't reply immediately. He stared at the fire for a while.
"It's the mirrors."
"Mirrors?"
"When I see the monster in them."
"Monster?"
"The soulless, empty, emotionless, and undeserving monster that is me."
"Oh…"
"I look in the mirror and it just…" he glanced at Potter, "I don't deserve to be alive."
"Don't talk like that."
"I had choices you know. I made the wrong ones."
"You had a choice of following orders or dying, or watching your family die. Doesn't sound like much of a choice to me."
"But it was still a choice."
"Listen to me. You don't deserve to die, okay? You were used and happened to be on the wrong side. I was also used, but happened to be on the good side. I didn't have much of a choice either."
"But you are the Savior. People look up to you! They don't look at you and think you're a horrible person. People aren't afraid of you the way they are me," he cried.
"That's why you have to prove them wrong Malfoy. You have to bring it upon yourself to better the image people have of you."
"How can I do that when I am worthless? I can't even take proper care of myself or my mother!" he exclaimed, rising from his seat and pacing around.
"Hey! Calm down, okay? You're not worthless. I don't know a single person who ever was."
"Easy for you to say. You were always surrounded with good people."
"Always? Have you forgotten what I said last night?"
Draco stopped pacing, and stared at the other wide-eyed.
"I...I didn't mean that. I'm sorry-"
"No. No that's fine. You really don't see me past my Savior status do you? Is that why you've always hated me? Because I have all the fame and glory? People looking up to me? It's not all it's made out to be, you know."
"I know- I just didn't think about-"
"Stop. Just stop. I'm going to go back to the do-"
"No Harry please stay with me…" he reached out to grab the other's arm.
They both stop. Both were surprised by the words that had escaped Draco's own mouth. He touched his lips with the hand he had reached out, their gaze never breaking.
"Did you just…"
"I...yes?"
They were silent for a while longer, before simultaneously sitting on the couch.
"I really am sorry…" Draco started.
"I know. I'm sorry for blowing up on you."
"It's okay...I deserv-" he stopped himself.
Harry cleared his throat, and Draco looked over.
"We on a first name basis now?"
"I mean...I guess we are…"
There were several minutes of silence.
"This is weird."
"Yeah, yeah it is."
With that they laughed, and didn't stop laughing until there were tears. It was funny to Draco, that they were sworn enemies for so long. Now they sit in this room and share their troubles and argue and call each other by first names. Almost as if they were friends. Almost.

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The next few days Draco felt happier. He tried to do what Harry had told him. Make kinder gestures, smile every once in awhile. Make himself not so...brooding and scary. People looked at him confused now, rather than fearfully. He was paired up with Harry in potions again, and didn't notice the looks they got. A few times they walked to classes together; Draco only caught a few of the horrid looks on people's faces before Harry distracted him with some dumb comment. They would laugh, and the world seemed a little better.

Things don't stay good for Draco forever though, he soon learned. He was walking back to the dorm after lunch one day to gather books. It was quiet in the corridors, and he hummed softly; a song his mother had sung to him when he was little. There was an short test in Herbology that day, so he was focused on that, and not the brooding figures in one of the corridors he passed by.

"Hey you prat!"
Draco spun around, confused, "Who's there?"
"Oh you know, those "mother fuckers" from the other day," the largest one of the group said as they stepped in front of him.
Draco gulped, and stood straighter, "What do you want?"
"To finish what we started, and also beat you senseless for trying to rub off on our Savior."
"Rub off on…? What are you talking about?"
"We see you and Harry Potter walking around sometimes. Having a good old time trying to bring him down with you are you?" said one of the cronies.
"No? I wouldn't do that-"
"Shut up bitch," said the largest boy as he slapped Draco across the face.
He touched his reddening cheek, and stumbled, books dropping from his grasp. The Large One smirked, and nodded his head at his buddies.
"Grab him. We're going to take him somewhere where we won't be interrupted."
Draco went to turn and scream. He wanted to run but before he could even start the boys were on him. He struggled against their grips. He saw The Large One kick his stuff behind a statue, and he whimpered, tears coming to his eyes. He should have waited until lunch was completely over. He shouldn't have gone to lunch at all. Now no one will know where he went. Where he was taken.

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"You're a broken bitch! Fucking piece of trash!"
"Fucking worthless shit!"
"You're going to be our slut now!"
"Death Eater SCUM!"
The boys kept repeating these words to Draco every time they hit him. They had him tied up and silenced his voice. Tears ran down his face, hoping someone would hear these boys' shouts in this abandoned tower. His hopes died down with every minute that passed. Every time the boys hit him, he lost more of what little self-confidence he had built with help from Harry.
When they started to tear at his clothes, he sobbed. No one was going to save him this time. The Large One started to undo his pants, and Draco's eyes widened, and he averted them. It was no use as The Large One stuck his penis in Draco's face.
"Suck it you fucking worthless whore."
Draco kept his mouth shut, tears streaming down his face.
"I SAID SUCK IT," he yelled as he shoved his penis in Draco's mouth.
He choked on it, and cried more, doing as he was told. His hair was yanked as The Large One face-fucked him. He gagged as the other forced him to deep throat. His dignity was torn. He felt his clothes being torn off finally, and he whimpered as the cold air of the castle touched his skin. He whimpered more as the rough, filthy hands of the other boys began touching him. His ass was grabbed and spread as he was forced on his hands and knees. His hands and feet were still tied together. His only balance were the boys grabbing him. He heard their pants unzip and he cried out, or at least tried to, around the cock in his mouth. There was no preparation for the pain he felt as he was suddenly thrust into. He sobbed.

What was actually ten minutes felt like ten hours. When the boys were done they let him fall to the stone floor, and they kicked him about as they cleaned themselves up.
"See you next time fuck toy!" The Large One called out as they left the tower laughing.
Draco's sense of self was lost. He threw up, having been forced to swallow. He shivered and tried to scoot away from it. He felt disgusting. He was exhausted. He was cold. He needed to try and get up...He had to get up...He had to…He...
He passed out.