Hello All!

So as some of you may know, I am a huge Drarry shipper... I never really considered writing about them though...

UNTIL TODAY!

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I'm not really sure how far I'll take this fanfic or where it's going, so I think it'll be a bit of an adventure for both of us. :) So please, have fun and enjoy... "Hurt and Healing!"

Prologue

He really didn't mean to do it.

He'd honestly never wish anything that horrible on anyone.

"I know what you did Malfoy." Harry called him out, watching the Slytherin cave over a sink. His moon-kissed, blonde hair hung out of place and shirt was messy and untucked. Malfoy looked up, eyes red and full of fear. Was he… crying?

Slytherins certainly do not cry. Not ever. He felt his heart fold in his chest… over… Draco. The name made his stomach curl unpleasantly. Malfoy let out a shaky breath, and Harry felt as if his hatred of the boy had knocked down enough where he saw him as an actual person… with actual feelings.

It was just too weird.

That pathetic little… weasel… Git. Fuck he gave about anything but his stupid Gryffindor pride. He doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself.

"You hexed her didn't you?" Harry said, with an unfamiliar tone of… was that pity? Slytherins are NOT pitied.

Draco's eyes widened with indisputable fear. Without thinking, Draco tossed a curse in his way and fled.

Harry felt his concern vanish instantly and the hatred for the Slytherin rise up yet again as he tossed a spell instantly back. Harry ducked behind the stall, heart rising and falling quickly. He quietly crouched down to his knees, peering out from under the door when Draco tossed another curse at him. He ducked quickly and chased after the boy.

They came face-to-face. Maybe if Harry stopped and just talk to Draco, who was clearly in full panic and shock, maybe then he'd find out what was going on in that snakes head….

And why the prideful Slytherin was reduced to tears about it.

Draco raised his wand and Harry retorted with the first spell that came to his mind.

"Sectumsempra!" He yelled, and Draco was tossed back through the air and onto the flooded bathroom floor. 'For Enemies' flashed in the front of his mind. What had he done? Hastily, Harry stepped forward towards the boy's crash.

The tips of his silver hair were of a murderous wine and swirls of red pooled in the clear water. Harry felt the rate of his heart increase… What had he just done? He blinked at the thrashing, moaning boy below him, feeling the blood pound in his ears so loudly the footsteps behind him were completely muted. Snape appeared, eyes dark and piercing, flickering back and forth between Harry and the unrecognizable Slytherin.

Snape bent over him, muttering some sort of counter-curse. Harry could feel his heart pound against his chest.

Would Draco be okay?

Harry could feel his stomach turn nervously.

What if Draco died?

Harry's heart broke at the very thought of it.

Since when did he care?

He looked down at the Slytherin, convulsing in pain and eyes shut tightly as his blood seeped from his clothes. Guilt ached and ate at his heart and Harry questioned why it was so present.

So Harry turned on heel and ran.