"He didn't know"
By JellyBuggaboo
Chapter 1: The Fighting Ensues
When Draco started throwing punches at him Harry instinctively curled into his stomach, wrapping his arms around himself to create some sort of barrier. The Draco aimed a good kick at one of Harry's legs and Harry fell to the ground on his side. He cried out in pain and in shock.
"No!" Harry clutched at his stomach and ignored the warm trickle that he felt sliding down his leg. He looked up at Draco with wide frantic eyes.
Harry looked at me with frantic eyes, and the smirk I had on my face fell off. I looked him over, thinking that I had really hurt him, and not understanding why I cared. I noticed that his pants had darkened, had he pissed himself? Part of me wanted to laugh at him, and the other make sure that he was alright. As I looked a little closer I notice that the dark patch is red. Blood!?
"What have you done?!" He cried out, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his stomach. I swallow, my mouth suddenly bone dry.
"Potter?" I ask tentatively. Unsure of what I did, but knowing that it wasn't good.
"Take me to Pomfrey." He says at almost a whisper. I hadn't been clear what he had said, so I asked him to say it again, and he yelled. "TAKE ME TO POMFREY!" And it echoed down the empty hall that was quickly growing dark. His magic lashes out and pushes me back against the wall. Of course, if I had the right footing I wouldn't have moved.
"Fine," I snap at him once I push off the wall. "for Merlin's sake calm down!"
I knock on the office door of the hospital wing and wait for the Mediwitch to open the door. I turn back to look at Potter (or is it Harry, I don't know) who is sitting on the edge of a bed, pale as the sheets and sick to his stomach which he has his hand resting on. The door finally opens and Madame Pomfrey is there, mouth poised to spew insults at the hour we woke her at.
"I know it is late, but Potter insisted that I bring him here." I explain before she has a chance to curse at me. She looks around me to see Potter sitting on the bed and pushes past me hurriedly.
"Harry? What happened?" She asks getting down to his level so that she can see his face better.
"_" He mumbled though I don't know what as I was already walking towards the door. My job here was done, or so I thought.
"Mr. Malfoy!" She yelled, making Harry jump. "You will be staying here until he is stable, or so help me I will freeze you in place!"
"And why pray tell, would I stay for that? It's not as though I will be of much help." I reply, my eyebrow quirked in question.
"You haven't told him yet?" she asked turning to Harry (No. Potter. POTTER.)
"No. I didn't get the chance before he turned on me. It got physical before I could even explain myself to him. This will solve the problem anyhow. It's not as if he would want us." He told her quietly, and I was even more confused. I opened my mouth to tell him he was right but Madame Pomfrey turned to glare at me, and I shut my mouth not wanting to incur her wrath.
"You don't know that for sure, which is why I suggested that you tell him!"
"Tell who what?" I ask petulantly, not sure I want to know the answer to my own question. A question to which the answer is cut off to but the cry of pain that Harry (POTTER. Just Potter.) lets out as he clutches his stomach. Madame Pomfrey turns to me.
"Go fire call Severus please, and tell him that we need blood replenishes, stabilizers and his special medical bag." She said putting great emphasis on the special part.
"Why?" I ask still confused by how I was supposed to help other than standing and watching.
"Go now! Or it will be too late for both of them!"
I hurry over to the fireplace and throw in the floo powder. Calling out the address for the Potions lab and for some reason hoping that Severus is in there. "Professor!" I call not knowing whether he is alone or not.
"Draco? What seems to be the matter?" He calls across the room.
"Pomfrey needs you to bring blood replenishes, stabilizers and a special medical bag to the hospital wing for Potter. We got in a fight apparently, not that I can recall what I did, and not he seems to be bleeding out. They keep talking about loosing something as though it is very important." I tell him with a dull drawl. I hear him jump into action, and soon he is at the fireside.
"Who is in the hospital!?" He asks as he prepares to step through the flames.
"Potter is." I say with a cold edge to my voice, not wanting the potions master to see my conflict about the other boy.
"WHAT!?" He shrieks and grabs a few more vials off his shelf. "Get out of my way so that I can come through!" Once through he turns to me, and slaps me across the face.
"You had better hope that he lives through this, or you will regret the day that you were born Draco Lucius Malfoy. Since you don't seem fazed by Harry's condition that means that he probably didn't have the chance to tell you yet." The potions master bit out the threat and looked at me as though he would rather kiss a leech than be looking at me.
"Pomfrey said something similar! I don't understand!"
"You will soon enough." He said turning away from me and rushing to the bedside of the only patient in the hospital wing.