They just can't keep themselves from hurting each other

“DAMN!” Draco punched the mirror in the monitor's bathroom. He was so angry he couldn't even think straight. Tears were almost about to roll down his face, his head was going to explode. “I HATE YOU FATHER!” He exclaimed again, and punched the mirror one more time, and making sure it hit his reflex.
As his fist rested on the mirror, tears started falling on his face. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much pressure on him. His father would beat him up many times saying that he was useless, even though he tried so hard to be better in what he is. He really couldn't take it anymore.
He punched the mirror one more time, this time it was so hard it broke. Pieces of glass stuck now on his hand. Blood spilled all over the sink.
But he couldn't feel it.
He didn't feel any of it.
He sank on the bathroom floor, the tears had finally stopped falling. He was so ridiculous, from all of things he had to do, the only thing he did was cry in the bathroom and manage to break a mirror.
He wanted to die.
He heard a splash somewhere in the bathroom, and quickly looked around to see what it was. It was no one less than Loony Luna.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” He yelled, furious at her. She turned around to look at him.
He noticed that there were tears on her eyes too. He stood there, looking at her. It must have been a dreadful sight, seeing him all covered in blood, sitting on a bathroom floor with broken glass all around him. But she wasn't supposed to be there. She wasn't supposed to see him like this.
She came towards him.
“Get away from me!” He ordered, screaming at her face as his wet blond hair bounced by the impact. If his hands weren't numb, he would punch her on the face for being so nosy.
As she got closer, she leaned down to him and caught one of his hands. He was still swearing at her, calling her the nastiest names possible. But she didn't care. She started pulling out all the shards from his hands. He screamed, clenched his teeth, but it didn't stop her from doing it. When she finished doing it to both his hands, she took her handkerchief, put some water on it and cleaned his cuts. She casted a spell to do the rest of the cleaning job on him, taking off all of the blood on his clothes and also made one to cure his wounds.
He immediately pushed her away after she did that and got up.
“What the fuck did you do this for?!” Draco was still furious. How could anyone dare to see him in his state? She should have just forgotten him! Left him there! “You're so disappointing, even though I'm such an asshole to you, you still help me! Are you that stupid?!” And he was so angry at her. How could someone be like her? Getting picked on and not doing nothing. Treating and caring for a guy that was such a jerk to her. He couldn't stand her. He couldn't stand people like her. It made him remember himself.
He took her handkerchief away.
She was still on her knees, biting her inferior lip. She would regret this later.
“I'm not like you...” She murmured, about to cry. But she wasn't going to. She couldn't. Not in front of someone like him.
“Huh, what did you say?” He asked, irritated. “Thought I heard something.”
“I said I'm not like you.” She got up and gave him a little smile, that wasn't fake as it seemed to be. It was more of a proud-of-what-she-did like smile. She managed to be stronger than her pride and proven that she's a much better person than she thought she'd be.
“Pfft.. Crazy.” He gave her his back, angry. And was about to leave the bathroom, “If you tell anyone what you've seen today, you'll regret to ever have been born.”, turned his back at her and left towards the corridor.
After he closed violently the door behind him, she fell on her knees.

As if she were the one broken and not the mirror.