Harry stood, glued to the floor staring at the whimpering blonde on the floor. The book said sectumsempra was for enemies, it didn't say how dangerous it was. The pool of water became a dark crimson as Draco's crys became weaker. It seemed to flash Harry back to reality. He ran over to the other body and lifted Malfoy's shirt, examining the wound. It was very deep.
"It will be ok Draco," said Harry, being as reassuring as possible. He placed both hands on the open wound in an effort to stop the blood leaking out. "You'll be fine."
Draco winced as Harry applied more pressure. His face was white as parchment. Harry took off his jumper and tore off the bottom if his shirt. He bundled it up and pressed it to the wound. It was wine red within a minute.
Harry tried to call for help, he knew no healing spells, but it came out as a choked sob. Draco looked up at Harry, then his head dropped back down.
"It's f-funny really," choked out Draco. "Isn't it?" Harry stared at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Before it happens, you would give a-anything for you enemy's d-death," Draco's breath became jagged. "But then you realise, r-revenge isn't as sweet as it sounded."
Harry felt tears welling in his eyes, producing a slight smirk from Draco.
"Also, how it hurts y-you more than me, Potter."
"Quit talking, you idiot," Choked Harry, still pressing down on the wound with less and less strength.
Draco's eyes began to fade.
"Don't you leave hating me Malfoy!" screamed Harry, violently shaking the blonde's limp body. It was too late.
Harry cradled his enemy's head, sobbing furiously until Ron came in.
"Harry," started Ron, a look of confused horror on his face what happened?"
"S-sectumsempra," Cried Harry, not looking up from the smirk on Draco's pale face.