Fanfiction name: Hatred Is Blind

Author: A Secret Drarry Lover

Length: 32,748 words excluding the Author's notes.

Main Pairing: Drarry (Draco/Harry)

Side Pairings:-

-Romione (Ron/Hermione)

-Hinny (Harry/Ginny), formerly

-Ginny/Dean

World: Post-war Hogwarts.

Rating: M

Summary: Harry Potter and his friends return to Hogwarts after the war to complete their education. Harry notices that Draco Malfoy is quite not himself. Harry's attempts to find out what happened to Draco after the war eventually lead him to falling in love with the Slytherin boy.

Warnings: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! Detailed sex scenes. Mentions of suicide and cutting.

Disclaimer: If I own Harry Potter or any of its characters, I wouldn't be spending most of my day in the bed writing a slash fanfiction. I WOULD ORDER WARNER BROS. TO MAKE A MOVIE BASED ON IT!

Dedication: This fanfiction is dedicated to my lovely friend and my "fandom soul mate", Sanaa, who is also my beta.

HATRED IS BLIND

Chapter 1: Malfoy owes me two

May 2, 1998 – Right after the great victory, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I ran hard, shouting his name loudly so he can hear me. I wanted to give him something before he leaves and this was my last chance because I don't even know if I will ever see him again. Maybe this will be the last time. He turned around and looked at me with an expressionless face. His parents at his side stopped too, but looked so unpleased doing that.
"Potter…" said Malfoy. "What do you want?"

I sighed. This isn't going to be like I hoped. I was hoping for a 'Thank you for saving me and my friend from burning to death' or 'thanks for ridding the world of that madman' or anything like this, but apparently I wasn't going to get any of that.

"I just wanted to give you this." I gave him my wand – his wand, the one I used these past months. "Thank you," I said without thinking. Shit! I ended up thanking him, not the opposite.

"Why are you giving it to me now? I asked for it earlier and you didn't give it to me. Why now? Or now that you have the Elder Wand, you won't need this anymo_"

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" I threw the wand at him and left. Why did I ever think of returning it to that prat? Fucking Malfoy…

I returned back to the castle cursing Malfoy and thankful that I won't be seeing him again. Good riddance…

But I was quite wrong. I did see him again.

Saturday, September 5, 1998 – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I never thought that we would return back to Hogwarts after the war, but Hermione insisted that she has to attend her skipped year, and Ron and I thought we would attend with her, too.

This year, Hogwarts was much less crowded than any other year. Not many students have returned after the war, either because they were killed in the war, or they were related to Death Eaters and were afraid or ashamed to show their faces to the public. Some even gave up on their education. Surprisingly, Draco Malfoy wasn't among any of these. He, for some reason, wanted to continue his education. While we skipped our year fighting Death Eaters and hunting Horcruxes, he skipped it fighting Aurors and torturing Ollivander.

Our first week passed quickly. Thankfully, we didn't have any homework to do and had the whole weekend free. So I thought it would be nice if I played a one on one game of Quidditch with Ron, just the two of us. I thought a competitively distracting game might help him out of his depression ever since the death of his brother. He always looked sad whenever he thought no one was looking and acted normal when he wasn't alone, but he can't fool me. I knew he was very sad because I'm empathetic to his current situation. In fact, I am exactly like him right now. I still have not recovered from Remus's death.

After two hours of flying, Ron looked better, but I know he'll soon return to his usual depressed state. Still, I have to help my friend recover as he helped me recover when Sirius died.

"I fucking love flying," said Ron. "Thanks, Harry, for suggesting this."

"Anytime, mate."

He yawned. "I feel so tired. I am going to bed. Coming too?"
"No," I said. "You go. And take my broom with you, if you would."

I didn't feel like sleeping now, so I went for a walk. Thankfully, I had my Invisibility Cloak with me. I wore it, as I was in no mood to be caught wandering in the corridors after curfew. I didn't know where I was going exactly, but I just kept walking until I found myself in the Astronomy Tower, at the same exact place where I witnessed Dumbledore's death. It felt like ages ago.
I heard someone coming, and I panicked forgetting for a moment that I can't be seen. It was dark, and I couldn't tell who it was, but then his features started to appear as he stepped under the moonlight. It was Malfoy.

Malfoy looked strange. He didn't have that smirk he always wore on his pointy face. In fact, he looked… scared? No, upset was the right word and I became sure of that when Malfoy started sobbing. He was really crying, and it was the bathroom encounter (as I called it) all over again. But this time, I didn't reveal myself and start cursing at him or anything. I just watched him cry, and he cried harder and harder as the seconds passed. I wondered what made him that upset. The Malfoy I know wouldn't let his emotions affect him at all. It must have been something very bad. Suddenly, he stopped, and I thought he noticed my presence and will start firing hexes at me, but I was wrong. He headed back to the door. But instead of leaving, he took a sprint and jumped over the battlement and fell down towards the ground.

I was so horrified, too shocked to scream, but I wasn't idle. I took my wand quickly and shouted "Aresto Momentum" within seconds of his fall. I prayed for it to work on him from that height, but apparently I wasn't quick enough. His body decelerated, but that didn't stop it from hitting the ground quiet hard.

I paced quickly down seven flights of stairs and found him in a frightful state. His head was covered with blood and he was so still. I began to panic. Panting, I slowly shook him, praying for a response from the unconscious boy. I put two fingers on his wrist and thankfully found a pulse. He isn't dead… yet.

"Malfoy, you idiot… what have you done?" I was wasting time. Malfoy has to be taken to the Hospital Wing, which was on the other side of the castle. He'll be dead before I can get him there. "Think, Harry, think…" I told myself. There must be a way I can take him there quickly. And then it hit me…
"Accio Firebolt," I raised my wand towards Gryffindor Tower, presuming that Ron has taken my broom to the dorm as I asked and left the dorm's window open as he usually does. Fortunately, he did and within seconds, my broom came zooming toward me. I caught it, wasted precious seconds struggling to carry and adjust Malfoy's weight on it, and flew to the Hospital Wing.

Madam Pomfrey was quite shocked when she saw me entering through the window carrying an injured wizard on my broom, but I got her to work quickly. "Quick," I said. "It's his head. He…" I tried to revise a story as to what had happened to him, I found myself speechless. "He, um_"

"Mr. Potter, honestly, I couldn't care less about how he got injured. All I care about is that he is injured. I just have to fix him. Now let me do my job."

I was so thankful for that, and was thankful more that the matron was awake at this hour; otherwise Malfoy would have been dead by the time I woke her up and explained what had happened. I stood there watching Madam Pomfrey casting spells and pouring potions on Malfoy's wounds. After minutes, the matron covered Malfoy with a blanket and closed the curtains around his bed. She turned to me and I could tell she was surprised to see me still standing there. I myself was surprised that I didn't leave. "Will he be alright?" I found myself asking, not knowing exactly why I cared anyway.

"Yes. He will recover by tomorrow morning. His skull was fractured, but I took care of that. Now, I know I told you that I don't care what happened to him, but now I do. His wounds weren't magical injuries. His fractured skull means that he was either hit by something hard or he fell from a high elevation. Was that what happened?"

I didn't know what I should say.

I remembered when Hermione had cat fur all over her body and Madam Pomfrey didn't get her in trouble or tell the teachers that she used illegal potions, so I suppose there will be no trouble if I told her the truth about Malfoy, too. And even if he got in trouble, that's his problem, not mine. No one told him to jump. He should be so grateful that I saved him, for the second time in his life. "Yes," I answered.

"'Yes' to which question?"

"He fell."

"Did you push him or something? Or did he fall by accident? Can you tell me exactly what happened ?"

Why does she want to know? She never really cared about anything. She always fixed people with her mouth shut.

She looked like she knew the answer without me saying it. "Mr. Potter, you do realize how serious this is? As far as I understand, Mr. Malfoy has jumped off one of the towers, and did it intentionally. He was attempting to commit suicide. Tell me if I am wrong."

"No, you're right."

"Do you know why he did this?"

"No. We are not friends and I don't know if he has a specific reason for doing that. I just happened to be near him when he jumped and I managed to cast a quick Cushioning Charm, but I wasn't quick enough."

"If you could talk to his friends, tell them that Mr. Malfoy may want some extra... attention. Let them be aware that he's having some troubles."

Only now did I remember that Malfoy has no friends. Vincent died in the war. Gregory is in Azkaban, as well as his whole family. Pansy, Theodore and Blaise were from the many Slytherins who didn't return to Hogwarts. They believed that it is better to be uneducated rather than return to school and get bad looks from all those who accused them of being the reason of the war and its causalities. And only now did I remember that Lucius was in jail too, and Narcissa and Draco barely escaped imprisonment. Draco Malfoy must be having a hell of a life, I thought. Although I don't agree with it, now I can see why he wanted to kill himself. His dignity made him believe that he'd better die than live with guilt for what his father did and for what he was forced to do. For a moment, I felt pity for him, but then I remembered that it is Draco Malfoy I'm talking about, the Slytherin bastard, the evil bully who made my life like hell.

"He doesn't have friends," I finally said.

After moments of silence, she nodded and said, "Alright, Mr. Potter, I'll talk to the head of his house and his parents about his problems. You may go now."

I took my broom and returned to the Astronomy Tower to get the Cloak, which I left there in the middle of the events, and then back to my dormitory. When I laid down on my bed, I thought of what happened to Malfoy, not just since the war, but the events which took place far earlier than that. Since he became a Death Eater, Malfoy isn't the same bastard he was when he was young. He changed once he fulfilled his dream of following his father's tracks and found that he was wrong and being a Death Eater is horrible rather than wonderful as he always believed. It was already too late, and he aware of that. He had learned his lesson the hard way. He'll always be seen by people as a marked Death Eater. Regardless of what good he does in his future, there will always be those who will only see him as a former servant of the darkest wizard of all time. I went to sleep with a strong feeling of pity towards Malfoy.