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Warning- contains spoilers for HBP

AN: Just a bit of drabble I wrote after finishing HBP. Sort of a way to vent all the anger and sadness and stuff I was feeling though I'm not sure how this fic helped that. But it did. It started with the phrase "I don;t want you're pity Potter." Getting stuck in my head while talk on the phone with a friend about the book and role playing and just kinda turned into this. Let me know what you think of it and I might write some more like this. (though I know what you really want is an update in my teen titans fic) well i wont detain you longer. Read Reveiw and Enjoy!

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"I don't want you're pity Potter." A strong wing blew the smell of fresh blood and death in nauseating waves across the field of strewn bloody bodies.

"Draco…" Harry tried but was interrupted by the blond trying to tug himself out of Harry's firm grip. His feeble attempt at escape was hampered by the wound he sported on his side that was slowly dripping blood on the ground in a puddle around him and drenching his black Death Eater's robe. Draco tugged his arm again but Harry refused to let go and Draco's legs were threatening to give out on him even as his vision swam from blood loss.

"Just let me die Potter. I'd rather that than Azkaban." Draco finally stopped struggling having no energy left to do so and turned to meet the hero of the wizarding world's famous brilliant green eyes. The final battle was over and the Aurors were just picking off the last of the death eaters. Harry had ended it by shooting Voldemort with a small black muggle shot gun he had hidden in his boot. A fitting ending to one whom had devoted his life to killing muggles, as the general opinion went. Draco however felt that no ending that left him alive to be ridiculed and used as an example against those who would follow the former Lord Voldemort's lead was a fitting ending. He found himself doing the unthinkable. He was pleading with Harry Potter.

"Please Harry just let me die." Draco calling Harry by his first name threw him off track for a moment. He didn't think there was ever a time before this that Draco hadn't referred to him as Potter with hate and disdain in his voice.

"Look Draco I'm not going to let you die, so would you just please shut up and listen to me for a moment?" It was Draco's turn to look startled.

"They're not going to arrest you. You were acting to save your family and you have never killed anyone. Honestly Draco," Harry added using Hermione's favorite phrase, "Do you really think I'd let the ministry arrest you for doing the only thing you could have done?"

"I don't need your pity." Draco repeated glaring at Harry though he had started to sway on the spot and his head felt light and there was a faint ringing in his ears.

"You need to see a healer." Harry answered stubbornly picking up his formal enemy, careful to avoid his wound but still causing Draco enough pain to conveniently pass out avoiding further struggle. He picked his way through the battlefield determined to reach the healer's tent before his own strength gave out. He made it and was greeted by a grim but enthusiastic Hermione and the Welcoming arms of his red haired lover Ginny Weasley. He kissed her quickly but Draco kinda got in the way so they broke apart.
"Dear Merlin!" A familiar voice said coming in through a flap on the opposite side of the tent. Madam Pomfrey rushed forward but stop dead seeing just who her new patient was.
"The… Death eaters aren't supposed…" She stammered.

"Yes, but please I promised I wouldn't let him die."

"Harry!" Hermione gasped shocked but Harry kept his gaze locked on the old school healer till she gave in.

"Oh hand him here. He's lost so much blood!" Draco was taken from Harry who turned to see Ron giving him an odd look, a mixture of confusion and anger.

"Why are you helping Malfoy Harry?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head and sat down at the end of a hospital bed.

"Can I explain later? I'm not feeling top of the…" But they never got to here what Harry wasn't on top off because the-boy-who-lived suddenly became the-boy-who-suddenly-passed out.

"Oh dear!" Madam Pomfrey looked rather overwhelmed but after a quick inspection of Harry she found there was nothing much wrong with him except for a few bumps and scratches and exhaustion and magic drain, and returned to trying to save the death eater boy's life though she wasn't sure that it was the best idea to do so.

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When Harry woke he was no longer in a make shift healers tent in the middle of a war field. Next to his bed lay a pile of cards letter and candy like it was his birthday or something and a note on top of the considerable pile that read. "The rest is in the lobby. We couldn't carry it all up." It took him a while to recognize he was in a hospital ward of Saint Mungo's. Draco Malfoy was nowhere in site. The door to the ward opened and a doctor came in who checked on how he was feeling then left. A few minutes later the door opened again only this time it wasn't a doctor. Harry smiled seeing Ginny come rushing in.
"Harry! They wouldn't let me in till now!" She exclaimed skidding to a stop beside his bed. Harry smiled and sat up taking her hands and pulling her down so she was sitting on the edge of the bed and planted a soft kiss on her lips which she returned hugging him tightly. The sound of a throat being cleared came from the door way and Harry and Ginny both looked up and blushed slightly seeing Ron and Hermione.
"Hi Harry!" Ron said brightly.

"Oh Harry we were so worried!" Said Hermione rushing forward and flinging her arms around both him and Ginny and breaking down into sobs. Ron came forward and, just as smooth as usual, patted her awkwardly on the back. Harry figured it would be a bit insensitive to ask what had become of Draco just now so he waited and instead settled for assuring Hermione that he was just fine and everything was over now. Ron catching on took over on that and Hermione let her self be led away by Ron to be comforted for a few moments and to collect herself. Harry turned back to Ginny who seemed to know exactly what was on his mind.

"They arrested Draco." She answered his unspoken question. Harry winced.

"Harry why did you promise Draco he wasn't going to get arrested?"

"Because… Because he never really did anything did he? I mean he only joined Voldemort because he was being threatened with his mothers safety."

"Harry Draco's a prat. His mother was a death eater too. In case you don't remember." Ginny reminded him gently. Harry shook his head but defeat was written all over his body language. He was too tired to pick a fight with the ministry now. If they wanted to make Draco their example there was not much he could do.

"Draco got away though." Ginny added cautiously.

"WHAT!" Harry yelled so loud that Hermione and Ron came running over.
"Draco ran off. Gave the Aurors the slip. No one knows how he did it. They're all out looking for him now but there's been no sign of him." Ginny finished still looking wary.

Harry sighed inwardly nerves cooling with relief.

"That's good then." The others looked at him incredulously but then they never really did know what to make of Harry any more.