Blissfull Reawakening
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Here it is folks...Kind of boring though..next chapter will be more fun :D (p.s..i didn't read over it as it's 2 in the morning \ so if it's horrible, tell me!!)
If ever there was a moment not to feel pain, this would be it. Harry Potter, the enemy was lying unconscious on the ground, breath coming in choppy spurts, blood leaking from not only the super large gash from his collar bone to his mid-section, but from wounds littering his face and his legs and arms. This sight caused Draco's heart to leap into overdrive and his palms to sweat. He was aware his face had turned even whiter, as he felt the blood shoot out of his face. A strange clenching feeling annoyed him the most though, it was in his heart. As was an urge to throw up and the urge to cry.
He swallowed his pride, and the devastation of ruining his fine cashmere sweater, and knelt down to Harry's level, gathered him in his arms and started walking inside. Panic hit him as he ascended the steps leading inside; would they blame him? Surely they couldn't. They could though...He was after all a renowned Death Eater's son. He shook his head and kept walking inside, he was just worrying himself.
Once inside he remembered his wand and lifted Harry out of his arms and levitated him to the hospital wing. Even though he was so light, too light, it would look strange on his part. Malfoy's do not carry bloody people around.
"MR. MALFOY!" The piercing voice of Madame Pomfrey hit his ears like a needle to a balloon. "Can you PLEASE explain to me why MR. POTTER is unconscious and CUT UP LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT?!" She grabbed Harry down and laid him on an empty bed.
"Madame Pomfrey, I found Potter in the garden, near the edge of the forest...He was acting strange and then he fainted and I saw this," He motioned to the wounds, "So I brought him here."
She looked him up and down, "Oh and I suppose his blood got all over you on its own?"
Draco lowered his head and stared at the floor, "I carried him here half way." He blushed slightly.
She nodded once and turned to Harry in a rush, "Fine, but tell Dumbledore your little story. I don't want any trouble from you Mr. Malfoy."
Draco nodded, "Alright, I'll just head up there then-" He was cut off.
"Oh no, you're staying here. Help me out, don't just stand there boy."
Draco was dumbstruck. "Help you how?"
"Get me the gauze, now!" She sighed, "It's just by the bandages; over in the next room you can't miss it."
He went to retrieve it and tossed it to Pomfrey. "Will Potter recover?"
She looked up, "I'm not sure," looked back down, "His wounds don't seem to want to heal." She began wrapping him in gauze when the door wrenched open, allowing three Hufflepuffs to enter, one with extremely long teeth, growing pas his chin. "Ugh, idiot children, when will they learn not to play with hexes? Malfoy, come finish wrapping his chest while I fix this, nice and tight."
Draco stood still for a moment before he sauntered over to Harry's side. He stared at the ripped bloody flesh, imagining what could have created such brutal wounds. He then grabbed the gauze and began wrapping him in it. One hand gripped Harry's hip, his hard jutting hip bone fit into his hand perfectly. The other hand was slowly covering his body in the material. He wound under, over, under, over; again and again until the gauze as done. He stood up to face a group of surprised Hufflepuffs. "What?" he sneered maliciously.
They didn't reply they ran out of the room, whispering in hushed voices almost loud enough for him to hear. He rolled his eyes and Pomfrey walked back into the room and told him to sit down on a chair near Harry, so he could call her if he woke up. She left for bed.
Draco sat on the chair. A plain, wooden piece of crap chair, which was uncomfortable and stiff, was all he got. He wasn't a criminal. He did nothing wrong. What happened to "innocent until proven guilty?" He huffed and concentrated on watching Potter breath. For ten seconds he stopped, and Draco jumped and put his head to Harry's gauzed chest. Nothing, not even a heart beat. He panicked. Then, a second later, his heart came back, and so did his breathing. He nearly cried, but why? Why did he nearly cry over this? This was not how he was supposed to be. Showing human emotions was nearly forbidden as a Malfoy. But this urge washed over him, nearly ten fold compared to other times when he had cried. Once was when his father beat him when he was three, the other was when he met Voldemort for the first time and cried and threw up afterwards. This was neither of those, and should not have caused him to feel such emotions.
He got out of his chair and went to Pomfrey and told her he was leaving. In her sleeping state, she told him he could...although she addressed him as "Edmund" it was still an approval. He nearly ran to the common room and dashed to his Prefect room. Here he smashed against his walls and cried.
After five minutes of incessant tears, he recovered his resolve and tore off all of his clothing. He took out his dark forest green, silk pyjama's (stitched in silver plated thread) and sunk into his large, four poster bed stuffed with down and pillows. He fell into a restless sleep full of dead Harry Potters and Madam Pomfrey pointing her finger at him and accusing him of murder in front of the Wizengamot. He woke up on the floor in a pool of pillows and sweat. Lovely.
That morning, he was confronted by a short Gryfindor. He was green from what appeared to be fear, and he looked constantly down at his feet. "M-Mr. M-Malfoy, sir...P-Professor D-Dumbledore wanted m-me to deliver th-this to you." The, what he could only assume to be, first year kid looked relived and then turned even more green when Draco reached out for the note he had clutched so tightly in his hand. Draco raised a shaped eyebrow, "Can I have my note now?" The kid looked up and then down quickly, "Y-yes, Mr. Malfoy." Draco rolled his eyes, what an idiot. The kid handed it over and then stood there, rooted to the spot. "Well...go away." The kid nodded and ran, leaving Draco to read the letter in peace. It read;
Dear Mr. Malfoy,
As you know, Harry Potter was taken into the care of Madame Pomfrey last night at around 2:31. I would be absolutely pleasured if you would join me in my office at 5:57 after dinner for a little chat.
P.s, Sometimes I rather enjoy liquorice snaps.
A. Dumbledore
Draco sighed. It was only breakfast, and he already hated today. He walked into the Great Hall and sat down near his acquaintances, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini. He played with his eggs and pretended to listen to their conversation. Something about Millicent and Nott supposedly having a very secret affair that only Pansy knew about. They all laughed and so did Draco. He then lent out an, "Could you imagine the children? They'd be such a far reach from humanity; they'd be apes." And that sufficed for the rest of the conversation, creating a topic of whose babies would be the ugliest in the school. Blaize choked with laughter, "Oh my bullocks, Pansy, could you imagine Weasel and the Mudblood's child?! Worse than Milli and Nott's, it would be a Neanderthal with red hair and bucked teeth!" The laughter that ensued after that was deafening. Draco grimaced; it was not even funny.
He got up abruptly from the table, causing heads to turn to him, "Where are you going, Dracie, class starts in 5." Pansy said.
He raised an eyebrow, "Really. I don't need to disclose my entire daily goings on to the likes of you, Pansy; or anyone for that matter. Stay out of my business." He stalked calmly out of the Great Hall and proceeded to go to the lavatory. Here, he composed himself. Potter hadn't been at breakfast which means he's still in the Hospital Wing. No worries, I'm sure he's just mooching an extra day off from the old bat. He's probably paying her off, the lousy sod. He then flushed his face with water and ran his hand in his hair. As innocent as he was, he couldn't help but feel guilty for Potters incarceration in the Hospital Wing. He made a mental note to secretly check up there that night. He grabbed his bag and ran out the door and down the hall, head first into another person.
"Mr. Malfoy, would it be so difficult for you to watch, where you are walking?" Snape's voice clearly annoyed at him.
"Right, sorry, I was thinking of other things and-" He was cut off again.
"Whatever, carry on boy." He sighed, obviously not interested in teenage banter.
"Right," Draco sighed, "Moving on then." He grumbled as he kept walking in the wrong direction.
"Mr. Malfoy, class is in this direction." Snape mentioned towards the direction he was walking in.
"Of course." He mumbled, annoyance buzzing around the edges of the word.
In about three minutes they got to the DADA classroom, the students who took the NEWTS level class were clustered around the door. Once inside, class went by slowly, Draco stared at the clock all the while.
Not only did DADA go by slow, but Potions, Transfiguration and Charms did as well. His day sufficiently ruined by apparently incredibly slow clocks. The nagging sensation that Potter wasn't there didn't help, not to mention his out of place guilt.
He proceeded to dinner after all of his classes had finished, and at 5:54 he walked to Dumbledore's office. He got to the gargoyle and spoke, "Liquorice Snaps" to it. It leapt aside and he jumped up the stairs two at a time. Once at the top he rapped against the wooden door.
"Come in." Dumbledore's faded voice said from behind the door. Draco entered the room and, having seen it about fifty times, nodded to the portraits and sat down, anxious to tell his story. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, how are you doing?"
Draco replied with a noncommittal grunt and a simple, "Fine sir."
"Good, good, now, on to business. Last night you brought Harry Potter up to the Hospital Wing. This is correct?"
Draco nodded.
"And you say he was injured when you found him and you do not know who did it. Correct?"
Draco nodded, "Yes, I told Madame Pomfrey, I found him in the garden, staring out into the Forbidden Forest and then he fainted and was all cut up. So I couldn't just leave him there, could I?"
Dumbledore sighed, "Of course not, but it's simply outstanding. I had to hear it myself, lad. I believe you. But it may take some time for him to wake up and tell us his side of the story. So you will be monitored. You understand, I assume?"
Draco huffed, "Sir, I didn't do it."
Dumbledore nodded, "Of course you didn't. But it's simply precautionary. That's all."
In a rage he stood from his chair, sending it flying, "Sir. You may not know this, but I am very comfortable with my privacy. Anything less will simply annoy me, and you do not want me annoyed."
"Is that a threat, Mr. Malfoy?"
"No. It's a promise, Sir."
"Draco, I understand you are upset. But this is technical precaution. And the Ministry wishes we keep up with precaution."
Draco calmed down, "No, Sir. You will see that "precaution" is different in my case."
"And why is that, dear boy?"
"I am a Malfoy."
"As I am well aware, but that doesn't do anything here. Here, I make the rules. And you will be monitored. Understood?" The normal twinkle in his eye, was completely gone now.
"Fine, but only until Potter wakes up, any further is unnecessary. You'll see that soon."
"Yes Mr. Malfoy. You're dismissed. Have a nice evening."
He walked out of the office without a word. He would be monitored how. How peachy. He lifted his middle finger all around him and laughed. An old man in a picture frame with five horses playing bagpipes shook his head and reported to the Head Master.
Tbc!!
I hope you like that!! Again, SORRRYY about the wait!! DON'T KILL ME!!
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