Draco had gone into the restroom, expecting to have a peaceful morning. He heard crying. It was dreadful. He'd never heard the likes of it before. Rounding a corner, he saw Harry Potter in a corner.

He had his back to Draco, and likely didn't know he was there. Draco saw blood dripping to the ground. Potter was cutting. There were needles littering the floor.

"Potter, cut that out!" Draco snapped. Harry turned, and his eyes widened. So did Draco's. Potter had skinned his forehead, presumably to remove his scar, and there was so much blood on his arm and down his side, Draco was shocked he could stand.

"Potter, what have you done?" Draco gasped in horror. Harry backed into a corner, and it was the most depressing sight ever. He cowered from the slytherin boy, dropping his blade.

Draco went to Harry, and could feel the boy trembling as he removed Harry's bloodstained robe, tossing it to the sink. He assessed the damage.

A simple charm wouldn't fix this. "Tergeo." Malfoy murmured, at least able to clear the blood off Harry. He then stripped off his own robe, and began tearing strips of the fabric, as the wounds started bleeding again.

Harry did not resist, and allowed this. Draco successfully stopped the blood flow. "You are coming with me." He told Harry gently, and he led him out.