The corner of the bathroom sink dug into his sides as one of Harry's irate spells whizzed past Malfoy. With blurred vision, Malfoy blindly ducked and threw spells back at Harry. His heart thumped with each missed spell shooting fountains of splinters and crushed glass upon impact.
Damn you Harry
"Malfoy, I will not," Harry parried a bolt of hateful deep ebony. "-let YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS."
Stupefy
Malfoy was immobilized but his face contorted in hatred, still. This evoked an uncharacteristic smug spark in Harry's otherwise calm green eyes. It was as if Malfoy's Slytherin roots reflected in Harry, or was there a serpent in the bottom of the lake, all along?
For the first time Malfoy felt searing dread: from Harry.
Sectumsempra
Immediately after the verses left Harry, before he could begin to regret it; Malfoy's skin was incised into a thousand slits which wept dark pure blood. The screams crushed harry like deafening silence warping around his existence. He only registered Snape dragging Malfoy with a trail of blood and a gargled spitefulness directed at Harry, or was it coming from Harry himself? Searing hot trails of regret confirmed which.
Beep bop, SCENE TWO. (I am kinda lazy to elaborate on Harry's turmoil so there's kind of a timeskip just imagine that he was threatened by Snape against ever seeing Draco again. So here he is, doing the opposite.)
There was a blanket of silence tucked in every corner of the ward. Harry wiped his fogging glasses for the second time as he cursed his nerves. Standing by the entrance, he released a deep sigh and stared into nothingness until he got used to the darkness. When he could distinguish the sentry like beds, he scanned the room and cursed again as his glasses fogged up again at the sight of a quivering lump of sheets. Clenching his teeth, harry paced his light steps with his thumping heart.
Almost gliding soundlessly, harry slid onto a tool by Malfoy's bed.
I'm so very sorry Malfoy
It felt as if his thought echoed through room. "I…." His voice was lost in vocal fry.
"Oh no, The Great Harry Potter has come to apologize, has he? SO noble, what choice do I ha…" Malfoy squinted his eyes in agony as if he would weep blood.
"I just wanted to know, I don't understand why you're putting yourself through this… Draco." His glasses were translucent with shame.
"You see… You'll never understand. You can't. Have you ever stepped into the shadows? Do you know what it's like to be the shadow? You are so sure of what you stand for, the absolute symbol of righteousness. How can you see anything when you're blinded by light?" Tears dropped on Draco's pale hand and cooled his skin as his rolled down, tracing his veins. He was surprised by how the unceasing tears calmed his own stream of emotions. "Why are you...?"
"I understand, Draco, I do." Harry managed to whisper with his croaky voice. He undid his glasses and let the streaks of tears moisten the mist on the glass. Unable to muster anymore words beyond the throbbing lump in his throat, he rested his head on Draco's sides. There was no hint of pain from the bruise he had there earlier.
Somehow, it all made sense to simply drift away into nothingness together without thought, pain or emotion. It made all the sense in the world to lock their fingers as streaks of moonlight intertwined a play of shadow and light.