Go get Draco. Blaise told him. He's near the potions lab with Professor Whitlock.

Except when Harry neared, Ron and Hermione following along, he didn't think he would come across a fight. The light shone so brightly from the open door that he had to look away, even when he was all the way down the hall. He could hear groaning and not long after another blinding flash of light he had to turn away from again. By then he was already running, skidding to a halt in front of the door.

He wasn't prepared to see this; Draco by the Professor's desk, muscles drawn to tight like he was ready to attack again. His clothes were rumpled, the top couple buttons popped open, revealing the beginnings of a bandage. Draco raised his wand again, milky eyes unseeing but wildly twitching back and forth, his mouth dropping to chant again—

"Draco!"

Harry made haste to his side, barely sparing the guys underfoot a glance. Draco's jaw clicked in how hard he closed it; Harry was worried he might crack his teeth open with how hard his jaw was set.

"Draco," He calls softer, when he was within touching distance. Draco flinches, looking to him and then back into the open space. He was still growling— still hissing, his hair standing on end like a cat's. It would've been comical if it weren't for the situation. Draco didn't say anything, teeth still bared for a fight and Harry steps closer, until barely a few inches are left between them.

Draco growls warningly, but Harry knew it wasn't for him. Carefully, he wraps an arm around him, urging him forward. Draco jerks forward, falling into him stiltedly. The hand that grasped the edge of the table now clung to his robes. Instinctively, Harry guided Draco's face to rest in along his shoulder near his neck. It was only then, when Draco calmed down minisculely, that Harry was finally able to get his attention on the assailants, still bemoaning being blinded.

A growl worked its was up Harry's throat; threatening, something so aggressive he had never heard come out of his mouth. He was so furious that he couldn't decide between letting go of Draco and killing the bastards (resulting in expulsion, no doubt), or letting them go because just as soon as Draco would calm down, he was most definitely going to hurt them.

"Oh my goodness!" Hermione gasps, the couple haven finally caught up. Her jaw dropped, hand to her mouth in surprise, Ron scowling at the guys on the floor. Despite what people may think, he does have enough perception to link together what happened.

"Incarcerous!" Ron quickly chanted, pulling surprised yelps from the three writhing on the floor. Harry would have to thank him later.

Right now he had something more important to think about. Now that the bastards couldn't get away from his murderous intent even if they wanted to, he calmed down a minute amount, and glances down at Draco without pulling him from the spot near his neck. He had been briefly worried that his growling had scared him.

"I'll go get Headmistress McGonagall." Hermione says quickly, scurrying off, leading Ron to watch the bastards who should be dead, his alpha growls, for touching my omega.

Harry barely nods, the hand on the back of Draco's neck rubbing gently, soothing out tensions one knot at a time, unwittingly spreading his scent on Draco. It works, though. Draco was still as taut as a pulled bow but the hand that held his wand was now clutching at Harry's robes; leaning into him for comfort. He was still scowling, which he supposed could be a good thing. A scowling Draco was a Draco he was used to; meant he wasn't as shaken up as someone would have been in his situation which just supported his thought at how strong Draco really was.

Draco's hands shook just slightly where they clutched his robes and it could've been from anger, fear, or a combination of both. After another moment they still to barely there twitches and Draco leans more into him, breathing in deep and dropping his forehead down on Harry's shoulder, tension oozing out from him.

Headmistress McGonagall basically flew into the classroom, Hermione at her heels. She looks sternly at the three wallowing on the floor, scrunching their eyes and blinking rapidly until they were able to regain some visual acuity. Draco was quick to think of it; using a spell that blinds and incapacitates when it wouldn't affect him. Hermione must have filled her in, because she doesn't ask questions. With a flick of her wrist wand in hand, the three guys were pulled up to standing by their ear being invisibly pulled.

"Mr. Potter, can I trust you to take Mr. Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey?" Harry meets her eye and nods once. She nods back, waving her wand and briskly walking out, assailants pulled by the ear as they whine and complain as they were made to follow.

Harry waits another moment, Ron joining Hermione to speak quietly to her, giving them room.

"Let's go, Draco." Harry gives one more reassuring squeeze to his shoulders. He could feel Draco make a face against his shoulder.

"I don't need to go to the infirmary." He says stubbornly, voice steady, if not incensed; his scent bitter and burned at the edges. Draco keeps his face by his neck though, seeming to need the closeness.

"Yes, you do." Draco lifts his head from his shoulder and narrows his eyes in annoyance.

"They didn't even do anything to me; I was felt up, not bit." Draco reasons, however little it did to assuage Harry's apprehension.

"We're going." Harry stares Draco in the eyes, as if he could stare him down with his stubbornness. If he had to carry Draco to do it, he would. After a moment's long pause Draco huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Fine, if it'll stop your bellyaching." Draco pushes his chest, not enough to make him stumble but enough for him to shuffle a step back, an obvious indication Draco wanted him to hurry it up and get it over with because he instinctively reached for Harry's arm. Or tried to, missing by a wide enough margin that made Harry worry nonsensically (Draco was blind there was a 100% chance he would miss by the entire margin). Harry automatically slots his arm into Draco's grasping hands. "My books are somewhere." He adds, waving his hand in a random direction to which Harry easily spots on the floor, scattered by where he was sitting. He makes a quick detour to pick up the books and place them back into the bag before leading Draco out.

"Are you alright, Draco?" Hermione asks as they follow along, worried but supportive. Draco gives a cursory glance to her at her voice.

"I'm fine, thank you. Please stop treating me like I'm fragile." There was an exasperation in his tone. "Just because I'm an omega doesn't mean I'll turn into a victim by some arsehole who decided to take advantage of the fact I'm blind."

"Yup, Malfoy's still with us alright." Ron says, although the normal contempt and annoyance at such an attitude was rather dampened. Draco makes to look at Harry, giving him a pointed look.

"You see? This is why I didn't want it known I'm an omega. They hear one word about your secondary sex and suddenly they think I'm an invalid. Those bleeding tossers where going to try their luck attacking me whether I was blind or not." Draco gives a small a triumphant hum. "Besides, I would've brought Hogwarts down before I'd allow scum like that to touch me."

A/N: Draco ain't no damsel in distress, he a BAMF.