Crabbe and Goyle gawked at Draco's puffy eye that was getting more purple and red by the minute. Crabbe reached out to touch it and Draco slapped his hand away.
"You idiot, don't fucking touch me. God, I'm so pissed. Look at what he did to me!" Malfoy steamed. He got up from his bed and paced the room in fury. "Potter is so going to regret this. I want to strangle him! Who does he think he is? He's no one compared to me!" Draco furrowed his brow and wiped more blood from his split lip with a stained, white hankie. "He puts up a dirty fight, though. Next time I'll get the best of him..."
Someone knocked on the door, and Draco aggressively motioned for Goyle to get the door when he didn't immediately get up. He shook his head in disbelief, these fucking idiots I'm stuck with. I gotta get out of here.
"Draco, it's Pansy. She heard about the, uh, fight. And wanted to see you," Goyle stuttered.
Draco smiled and sighed with relief. "Pansy, God, you're just what I need right now. Get me out of here, these fools are driving me wild." Draco beamed at the sight of her flowing chocolate hair in the moody lighting. Damn, she is gorgeous today.
Draco walked out with her, and she said, "Wow, looks like he got you good. I bet you beat him though. Harry, that is. I came over because I wanted to see your battle scars and all," she giggled. Pansy held his hand and an instant blush filled Draco's entire body. He smiled shyly, but played the hero anyways.
"Well, I got him good a few times. He hits like a baby, and I'm sure I did more damage," he gloated. Pansy giggled, amused and impressed.
"I brought over some special cream I made with stolen Herbology supplies. Let's go somewhere more private and I can fix you up real well," she said coyly.
"You are bad, stealing from Herbology," Draco joked. "Yeah, let's go somewhere. I know this perfect spot on the third floor where no one hardly goes. I can take you there."
"Perfect," Pansy said and held his hand tighter.
When they got to the hallway, Draco said, "This is the spot. Isn't it nice? The windows let you see all over the grounds. It's so -" he was interrupted when Pansy cupped his face and kissed him hard. He was a little taken aback, but got into the swing of things pretty quickly. He found the rhythm she was going with and broke his mouth open slightly. He focused on her breathing and gripped her back to pull her body closer. They stumbled around for a bit until he pushed her back gently up against a wall. It was getting dark, and the light of the sunset was providing the perfect mood for them. Draco moved his hands down to Pansy's ass and took them not getting batted away as a good sign.
Her lips are so soft, wow. Who knew it would be Potter of all people who indirectly caused the girl I like to kiss me. He sucked up the pain of his split lip and got handsy. He moved down to kiss her neck as she let out satisfying moans.
"Mm, Draco... You're such a good kisser... oh," Pansy said as she felt sparks through her body.
"Shh, don't spoil the silence," Draco whispered and then went back to giving her multiple hickeys on her long neck. When he felt he had sufficiently marked her, he moved back to her lips. He lifted one of his hands and held the back of her head close to his. Pansy had her hands on his back and was almost falling over from excitement and joy. He kept a steady pace and pulled back to look at her beautiful face in the dim lighting again. "God, you are fucking gorgeous," Draco paused and blushed a little, "So... I just wanted to say that this is really fun and I've kind of had a fancy for you for a while. Do you wanna go together?" Draco let his heart on his sleeve with the girl he liked wrapped in his arms.
She smiled uncomfortably and winced a little. "Draco, I really like you and all, and I want to make out more, but I'm not quite ready to date you. Maybe after I've turned in a lot of my big projects that are coming up. I've got too much stress right now. But soon." Pansy smiled and kissed his cheek.
Suddenly, both of them heard a small noise from the other side of the dark hallway.
"Draco," Pansy whimpered, "what is that noise?" She pulled him closer, slightly afraid.
He decided to play brave and said, "It's probably just a teacher. I'll go check it out. Damn, we were probably supposed to be in our rooms a while ago. It's almost nine thirty. You go back to your room so you don't get caught out after curfew." Draco let go of Pansy and sent her back. He tried to look as brave as he could before Pansy left, even though he was scared of getting caught.
"K, Draco. Be careful!" she said, and blew him a little kiss.
Draco walked down the hall and didn't see anything. He turned around and saw Harry Potter, of all people, sobbing in a corner.
"Potter? What the fuck are you doing here?" Draco snarled.
Harry startled and looked up, so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't see or hear anyone else in the hallway. He quickly wiped away his tears and pulled a book up in a last ditch attempt to make it seem like he wasn't crying. "I, uh, was just, um, studying..." He stuttered, breath still hitching and tears welling up again.
"Cut the shit, you baby. I know you were crying. Damn, have some pride.." Draco sneered, "I just want to leave this sad sight, I didn't think that I hit you that hard."
"Fuck you and your shit family," Harry growled, "You don't know what you have until you'll lose it. I want you to lose it all, like me. Then you'll get it." Harry wiped away the tears forming. He couldn't believe that Draco was still this entitled.
Draco frowned. Even if Harry was his worst enemy, he still probably shouldn't have jabbed at his dead parents like that. "I guess I shouldn't have said what I said about your parents, even if they gave birth to an awful kid like you. Sorry." It took everything Draco had to force out those last words. Never did he think he would be saying sorry to Harry Potter, the kid who was basically the bane of his existence. Draco was actually just as surprised as Harry that he said that.
"Wow, um. Thanks, I g-guess." Even when he apologizes it's an insult... Harry thought. Whatever, it's more than I expected I guess. "Sorry about your eye. And your lip. And sorry you had to talk to me more. You can just leave me here if you want. I'll just, crumple up and die," Harry said, and he thought that would be the end of it. He wanted to be left alone. He curled up again and rubbed his sore eyes.
As much as Draco wanted Harry to rot here, he thought about what happened earlier and decided to stay. "No, I'll stay a little. You shouldn't be out here by yourself." Maybe it was the fact that he should be in bed that was making him crazy, but he felt... empathy? It must be empathy. Draco slid down to sit next to Harry and twiddled his thumbs in awkwardness. Harry couldn't hold it back anymore and let the tears spill again. He tried his best to cover his eyes up and sob silently into his jacket, but Draco obviously saw him crying more. Then, Draco did the most unexpected thing: he put his hand hesitantly on Harry's back and gave it a soft yet reassuring rub. He felt Harry's heavy, hitching breathing and tried to awkwardly comfort him.
Draco and Harry stayed like that for a while, until Draco drifted to sleep and Harry accidently fell asleep on his shoulder.
Harry woke up a few hours later, around one in the morning. He realized that he was sleeping on Draco's shoulder and jolted up, waking up Draco, too. His eyes were really sore and his stomach hurt like hell from both the crying and the bruises.
"Did, did I fall asleep? Damn, what time is it?" Draco asked, stretching a bit and yawning. He winced a little when he looked over and saw Harry. He stood up and brushed off his robe.
"I don't know, but we'd better get back to our rooms before someone sees us. I don't really want to be caught out here with you. I, uh, you know what I mean." Harry blushed a little and frowned. Why do I always embarrass myself like this... I fucking hate Malfoy.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm just gonna go if you're fine now," Draco said. He was just about to leave when he noticed Harry struggling to get up and clutching his stomach in pain. He rolled his eyes and offered to help him up, "I can't believe I'm doing this, but do you need help, Harry?" Draco stuck out his hand to help. He sighed again, and Harry took his hand.
Harry smirked, "I can't believe you know my first name. That's a surprise." He laughed a little, but doubled over in pain quickly after that. "Fuck, you really got me good. It doesn't help that I've been, well, crying a shit ton." He bent over to grab his books, then Draco put his arm under Harry's shoulder to support him. Harry was suspicious that Draco was being so nice to him, and he told him so. "Draco, why are you being so nice to me? I punched you in the face maybe seven hours ago. What changed?" Harry looked at Draco in confusion.
Draco sighed, "Look, my mom is really sick and I'm just trying to make up what I said earlier. I feel kind of bad about it. But this doesn't mean I don't hate you, I'm just somewhat trying to apologize. I'll never be nice to you again, I promise." He growled and wanted this experience to be over so badly.
"Me, too, Draco..." Harry grumbled. They wobbled to the Gryffindor common room and Draco walked back to his room.
Hermione and Ron were waiting in the Gryffindor common room, worried sick about Harry.
"Oh, Ron. What if something bad happened? What if he did something stupid? I shouldn't have been so harsh!" Hermione cried into Ron's shoulder while he awkwardly comforted her.
"Hermione, I'm sure he's fine. He probably fell asleep in the library or something."
"You idiot I checked the library six times!" Hermione wiped up the tears with her sleeve and turned to see Harry stumble into the common room. "Harry!" she said as she jumped up to greet him, "We were so worried! You look terrible! Where were you? Are you ok? I'm so sorry I was so harsh earlier!" Hermione sat Harry down on the couch, and he felt a little suffocated from her doting.
"Hermione, Hermione," he assured her, "I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry I snapped, though. Just, I just want to go to bed." Harry stumbled around a bit and grabbed onto Hermione who had quieted and nodded in compliance. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened that night.
