Ok, so this is my first Harry Potter story. I started to write this near the end of the summer because I got writers block on my Merlin story. The idea for this actually poped into my head while watching Dexter. It was supposed to be a one shot but I suck at sticking to that. If fans of Deviner Captive are reading this I am not dead just really busy with school and will be back to writing in a few weeks.

I will be posting a new chapter each week for this story that I have already written. I am almost finished writing this but haven't had any time to write the last chapter let alone read any fan fiction lately. Had a sudden urge to post this story. Hope you like it so far.

Bloody Draco

Faint

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They'd been back at Hogwarts for only about two weeks now and back to the usual classes. This also meant back to having double potions with the Slytherins. Like every year before without fail.

Snape hadn't arrived yet but the dungeon class was already in full attendance otherwise. The Slytherins and Gryffindors were both on their respective sides of the room. Tensions were high after what happened at the ministry the year before. If the professor didn't arrive soon a fight might just brake out.

Snape breezed in exactly the second class was supposed to start. Harry guessed the man didn't want to spend a second more with them than he had to. The greasy git immediately went to the chalk board and picked up a piece of chalk. Writing could be heard but his black figure was blocking it from their sight.

When he finally moved out of the way, instructions for a blood replenishing potion could be seen. "This will be your assignment for the rest of class. You will be pairing with a student from the opposite house." A few mumbled complaints could be heard through the room. "Let's go with the same partners from last class. I'm not in the mood to be creative today."

Harry groaned when he heard that. Last class he'd been paired up with Malfoy. He peeked over his shoulder to where he knew the Slytherin usually sat, only to see him smirking back at him. The blonde patted the seat beside him that Zambini had just vacated since he was partnered with Ron.

Hermoine rubbed his shoulder in condolence as she left to move to her partner Theodor Nott.

He grumbled to himself as he grabbed his bag off the floor and dragged his feet towards the other side of the dungeon. Flopping into the stool and sliding it to the far corner of the table to be further away from the other boy. The glare the other boy sent him could also be considered incentive if he wanted to keep all his limps.

"You collect the ingredients and I'll boil the water." Draco commanded as he performed Aguamenti on the caldron and lit the flame underneath it.

Not even a minute in and he was already starting on the bossing around. Malfoy had been acting weird this year. With his mask up he couldn't tell if he was severely angered or relieved about his father being thrown in Azkaban. It seemed like this year the only time Malfoy even said anything to him was when they were partners in potions. Not even going out of his way to make fun of him in the halls. 'Maybe he was embarrassed.' Harry thought to himself as he got up to do as he was told. When he got back with an armful of bottles he dumped them on the table.

"Be more careful." The blonde complained as he stopped a jar from rolling off the table. He started to place all the jars right side up. "You cut the ingredients while I stir."

'Another command' Harry thought to himself. He didn't bother to stop himself from rolling his eyes. After years of having Snape pair him with the Ferret in potions he'd given up trying to argue with him. For some reason their potion always turned out perfect and Snape had to give them the same mark so he really shouldn't complain. It didn't mean he had to enjoy it though.

Malfoy observed as he started to chop the fig leaves which made him a little nervous. "You're not doing it right. Give it here." Draco demanded and held out his palm. Harry frowned but handed the knife over with no fight. If it meant he could stand around doing nothing he was fine with it. The Slytherin disposed of his chopped ingredients and started to slice the rest of the fig leafs. Why couldn't he just tell him he needed to slice instead of chop?

Malfoy placed the ingredients in the cauldron, turning the water a pale pink. Then he reached for the beetles and crushed them as the instructions told them to; continuing to prepare the ingredients for the potion himself.

Harry watched the blonde meticulously go through the process. The colour of the potion with each ingredient kept getting redder. He checked what his potion book said and it described the Blood Replenishing potion a deep blood red colour so they were on the right track; well Malfoy was. He turned to observe the rest of the class since he had nothing better to do. He noticed that many other groups' cauldrons were either purple or blue which was completely wrong according to his book. Even Hermione's looked a little off too.

Harry heard the blonde gasp in pain and the sound of the knife dropping on the floor. "What?" He said as he turned to look beside him. There was a slash through one of his pale delicate fingers. "It's just a small cut." Remembering Malfoy's reaction to Buckbeck's attack back in third year, he knew he didn't like pain but this was ridiculous.

He noticede that Malfoy was starting to sway on his feet. His eyes un-focused before rolling back into his head. The blond just went down with a thump, lying limp on the floor. It happened so fast Harry didn't even have a chance to think about catching him.

Many of the class jumped in surprise at the loud noise. They forgot their potions and leaned over desks to see what had happened. Whispers spread through the class row by row when they saw Malfoy lying out could on the floor.

Harry's immediate response was to check if he hurt himself while falling even if it was Malfoy. Luckily his body fell away from the knife. He leaned on the floor and maneuvered the blonde to be propped up against the desk. He felt the back of Malfoy's head where he'd hit it on the floor but it wasn't sticky, so no blood. He couldn't help but notice how soft his hair was as he was feeling around for a bump.

Snape stomped over, pushing students out of his way. Frowning when he noticed Draco on the floor with Potter leaning over him. He almost jumped to the conclusion it was another one their famous fights but then he noticed the cut on the boy's finger. Rolling his eyes when he made the connection.

"Not again Draco." Harry could hear Snape whisper to himself. What'd he mean by that? Did Malfoy faint often when he got even a small cut?

"Out of the way Potter." Snape commanded. Harry slid to make room for the professor. Severus took a black hanker chief out of his robes and wrapped it around the cut finger. It was too soon for a repeat performance. The man leaned down and lightly slapped the Slytherin's pale cheek making him groan. "Draco." He received no response. "Draconius."

His blond eye lashes fluttered open. Harry thought he seemed dazed and not completely there, also paler than usual.

Snape knew how the Malfoy heir must be feeling right now after another one of his episodes. "I'll get someone to escort you to the hospital wing." He was debating which of Draco's goons to send with him; idiot number 1 or idiot number 2.

"I'll do it." Came a voice beside him.

He must be imagining things, did Potter just volunteer. "You think I'm stupid enough to leave you two alone." Snape sneered. "You're more likely to lead him off a moving stair case than to hospital wing."Potter looked offended at the accusation against his noble character.

"Malfoy's my potions partner. If I take him it won't disturb any of the other groups and we're done anyway." Harry gave a completely logical reason that not even he could argue with. Looking in their cauldron he found it was exactly the shade of red it should be. Draco was impeccable at potions, he should know since he trained the boy himself from a young age.

Snape knew he'd live to regret this. "Fine."

...TBC