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Godric, what the hell was she doing?
She was fiddling with her dress, standing near the bare wall across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. She knew he was in there and he was waiting for her and the thought made her even more anxious.
Her mind wandered to just moments ago when she'd been in the girl's bathroom on the second floor and what Draco had done to her. His hands…his fingers…they were magical. The things they did to her with just the slightest touch. She'd never felt anything like it. He made her feel so incredibly good and she was drunk with the sensation that his touch gave her. She wanted him to do it again and again.
So what the hell was she being such a coward for? Why wasn't she barging inside and taking charge. She knew why he told her to meet him there, it was the obvious place for them to go. And she wanted to do it, more than anything.
Why was she still standing in the hallway?
She was scared. She'd never had sex before and she knew it hurt, but she trusted Draco. He would be gentle with her, wouldn't he? Surely he harbored enough feelings for her that he would take hers into consideration. He could no longer deny that he cared for her, he'd made that fact perfectly clear in the last fifteen minutes.
After he'd left her standing in the bathroom, she thought she might faint. She was still coming down from her first mind blowing orgasm that Draco had caused and her legs felt like pudding when she walked. She barely made it back down to the Great Hall without falling. He'd left her with so much to think about. He obviously wanted her, that much was for certain. And she definitely wanted him.
In the end, she knew there was only one answer. She wanted it more than anything. She knew she had to go, she had to meet him. For herself and for him. She needed him and in his own strange, screwed up way, he needed her. Tonight. Now.
Of course, all of her friends bombarded her with questions when she got back to the Great Hall, Michael especially. She felt bad that she'd made them worry, but didn't regret a single moment in the bathroom and she wasn't going to let herself regret the decision she was about to make.
"I'm not feeling well," she told them all in her very own sick voice. "That's why I was taking so long."
A look of concern crossed all of her friends' faces. "Do you need to go back to the dorms and lie down?" Harry suggested.
Anna nodded and offered them all a sad smile. "Yes, I really don't think I can stay much longer. I'm definitely coming down with some sort of cold."
They all nodded in agreement and Anna felt accomplished that she'd successfully lied to them. Since when did she take pleasure in lying to her friends? It wouldn't be a lie for long, eventually she'd have to tell them and then they would know the truth. It was only a lie for now.
She turned to leave but was stopped by Michael's hand on her arm.
"I'll walk you up to your dorm," he said and then smiled at her.
Anna licked her lips and tried to remain calm and sickly. "Really, Michael, I can manage. You stay and have fun," she encourage and patted his shoulder.
"It's alright, I'm not really having much fun anyways."
Her blood started to pulse and her heart sped up. "Michael, it's okay. I'll walk myself up. Besides, I think that Padma's been eyeing you all night long. You should ask her to dance."
He shook his head. "I don't want to dance with Padma, I came here with you. I want to dance with you, Anna."
Anna licked her lips as she tried to think of something witty and clever to say. God, what would Draco do? What would he say to get rid of Pansy when she was being clingy?
"I…..Michael, I'm having really, really awful cramps right now," she said timidly and her face flushed.
"Oh," he said and then immediately backed away. "Oh, uh….alright then. Are you sure you don't want me to walk you?"
Yes, it worked! Thank God.
She shook her head. "Yes, Michael, I'm sure but thank you for offering," she said and then smiled her sweetest smile. "You're a very good friend," she told him, putting more of an emphasis on the word friend so he wouldn't get confused.
He nodded. "Thanks, Anna. I hope you feel better."
She smiled at him again before turning and finally leaving the Great Hall, heart beating rapidly and nerves kicking into high gear.
And she still stood there, as if waiting for someone to tell her it was okay.
How had her life turned into this? If someone had asked her a year ago if she ever thought she'd be in a position like the one she was in now, she would have laughed in their face. She'd pictured losing her virginity before but the person she gave it to was never Draco Malfoy. Now….she couldn't imagine losing it to anybody else. But she was scared.
Oh stop being a baby and get in there. He's waiting for you. He wants you.
Her subconscious was right. She needed to stop being a coward. He was overcoming his fears and betraying all he knew for her, the least she could do was show up on time and stop making him anxious. She was sure he was inside pacing, she could almost hear his footsteps wearing the floor away.
Draco needed her. She needed him. It was now or never.
He was hers for the taking. And she wanted him. Badly.
Concentrating on him and only him, she walked back and forth in front of the wall three times and wasn't surprised when the door finally appeared in front of her. Taking a long, deep breath to calm herself, she opened the door.
The room was dimly lit by a single candle but he wasn't hard to find. Even though his light hair stood out against the darkness, she could still see him clearly and he was the only thing in the room besides the large bed that he was standing next to. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the sight of the big mattress that was covered in green bedding.
Holy crap, this was really happening.
He was staring at her and she stared back and for the longest of moments, they just stood, looking at each other. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved. They just stared at each other. He was still fully dressed, only having shed the long coat of his dress robes. His hands were shoved roughly into his pockets and he stood straight and tall. The look on his face was smoldering, as if he were daring her.
Reality finally sank in. She wanted this and she was going to do this. No more holding back.
She was the first to move. Her feet moved of their own accord and she was suddenly running, darting across the large room towards him – thank God she'd picked the shoes with the small heels. His eyes widened in surprise as he watched her run to him, his hands leaving his pockets so that he could catch her when she finally slammed into him.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. It was the first time she'd ever initiated a kiss and it made her feel empowered, but only for a moment before he gained his footing and took control of the kiss.
His arms encircled her waist, crushing her small frame to his body. His hands roamed her back, sliding over the silky fabric of her dress and grasping a handful of the skirt near the small of her back, bunching it up in his fingers. The kiss was nothing short of passionate, yet there was something new behind it, an indescribable feeling that overwhelmed Anna and coursed through her veins like a drug and she was lost in a sea of wonder. Their movements were so fast, yet so gentle, as if they were memorizing every inch of each other.
He was anxious, she knew he was. She was too, she'd been wanting this for so long and now it was finally here. She could almost taste it on her tongue and she wanted it more than anything.
In her growing desperation to feel him, she pulled his shirt out from his pants and slid her hands up his soft, flat stomach, enjoying the feel of his muscles clenching beneath her touch. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and she was suddenly embarrassed but he didn't give her time to think about it as he gripped both of her shoulders and quickly spun her around so that her back was pressed up against his hard chest. She gasped at the sudden movement but relaxed when she felt his lips on the exposed skin at the back of her neck. His lips were warm and slick against her nape and she couldn't hold back her moan of pleasure. She felt him touching her hair at the back of her head and then suddenly the up-do came undone and her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of chocolate curls. A second later she heard something clatter to the floor and she looked down to see the silver clip that had held her hair up lying there.
He continued to kiss and nip at her shoulders as his fingers slid up her arm to the strap of her dress. Hooking his finger underneath, he slowly slid the piece over her shoulder. Repeating the same process with the other side, she eased her arms out of the garment and without the straps to hold it up, the dress fell to the floor, pooling around her feet in a mass of green silk. His hands turned her to face him again.
Thank Godric she'd listened to Ginny and wore her strapless bra or else Draco would have been getting an eyeful. He was already staring at her with that intense hunger in his eyes and she swallowed nervously out of habit. His eyes raked over her body, covered only in a pair of blue underwear. He didn't speak but his face told her everything she needed to know. He wanted her.
He wrapped his arms around her bare waist again and kissed her and Anna returned it with equal fervor. With one strong move, he lifted her up, rubbing her deliciously against him. He swung her higher, forcing her to wrap her legs around him to steady herself. His lips never left hers as he staggered carefully to the bed, laying her down gently on the plush mattress. She kicked off her shoes and opened her legs for him and he knelt down on top of her, caging one of her legs in between both of his thighs. He threaded his fingers through her hair, keeping his mouth close to hers as her hands slid down to his chest and she began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers fumbled with them but she finally managed to get them all undone and she quickly pushed the material over his shoulders and he discarded it on the floor with her dress.
She'd never seen him shirtless before and she tore her mouth away from his so she could get a better look. His stomach was flat and smooth, he didn't have abs like a washboard like she had heard so many times before, but she liked that. She ran her hands over his bare shoulders and he buried his face in her neck, kissing and licking at her sensitive skin. She continued her exploration of his remarkable body, sliding her hands over his pectorals to his abdomen and then around to his back. His back muscles tightened as she lightly dragged her fingernails over the surface and she heard him groan into the crook of her neck.
He rocked against her then, his hips colliding with hers and she felt him against her. He was hard and ready and she licked her lips in anticipation. His fingers disentangled themselves from her hair and he ran his hands over her collarbone and chest, brushing softly over her breasts. He pulled one cup down slightly and took her in his mouth.
"Draco," she whined out in a lustful whisper and he growled in response. Jesus, just the sounds he made was enough to push her over the edge.
In one swift motion, he unfastened her bra clip in the front and pulled if off of her. Anna threw her head back against the sheets, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he sucked and lapped at her nipple, and then did the same with the other one. She was panting by the time he moved from her breasts to her stomach, dipping his tongue into her naval and she shuddered. In the next moment, he had her panties off and was throwing them onto the floor with the rest of their already discarded clothing.
She was completely exposed to him now and she watched his face intently as he looked at every inch of her naked body. He was sat back on his haunches and had his hands placed gently on her knees, a look of pure intrigue evident on his sharp features. Anna squirmed under his eyes, uncomfortable that he was looking at so much of her but at the same time, his stare made her come alive and she reached for him, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back down to meet her mouth with his.
She was aware of one of his hands traveling down the curve of her waist and her muscles tightened in suspense of what he was about to do. The memory of the bathroom was still fresh in her mind and she let out an audible sigh as his fingers brushed over her most sensitive flesh. She was still embarrassingly wet from their earlier escapade and she felt him smile against her lips as he rubbed her between her slick folds. Without any warning, he plunged two fingers deep into her and Anna's back arched off the bed as she cried out in ecstasy.
"Oh God," she breathed and then licked her lips as his fingers worked inside of her, touching the one place that not even she had explored before. She could feel that familiar coiling in her stomach, the one that made her toes clench and her heart beat faster than a race horse. Her body was writhing against his hand for the second time that night and he swiftly pulled away before she could lose herself in a sweeping overload of pleasure.
Anna panted in desperation and couldn't stop herself from moaning out his name again and wrapped her arms around him to bring him closer to her.
Draco groaned deep in his throat as she ran her fingers down the curve of his back, her nails tenderly clawing at his skin and leaving barely-there red lines in their wake. His kisses became more rushed and when he started to move eagerly against her, Anna couldn't help but lift her hips up off the bed to meet him. The sensation was wonderful and she couldn't keep her mind from wondering what it would feel like without his trousers acting as a barrier. Her need to feel him – all of him – was growing stronger by the second and her ragged breathing was proof enough that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
She tore her mouth away from his and he immediately went back to her neck. Thank God for magic because she was sure she was going to have some marks she would need to conceal after tonight. Her hands went to his the front of his pants and she started to fumble blindly with the belt buckle. He didn't stop her and instead placed both of his hands on either side of her head by the pillows, ultimately caging her in with his own body. Anna worked the belt loose and then went for the button and zipper, unfastening both and hurriedly pushing the trousers down.
His impatience got the better of him and he reared back to stand up. Anna propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he removed his polished shoes and socks before pushing both his trousers and briefs down to his ankles and stepping out of them. He was on her again in seconds and she fell back against the mattress with a thud as his skillful tongue invaded her mouth with reckless abandoned.
He moved above her, knocking her thighs apart and settling himself easily in between her legs. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her nervous breathing was loud in the large open room. When she risked a glance down at what was now between her legs, the realization all but smacked her in the face. She had nothing to compare him to but he looked big and…..full. Was that even the right way to describe that? She was tense with desire - if that was even possible - and she looked up at him with a look of fear and desperation. She opened her mouth to say something, to remind him of her situation.
"I know," he whispered huskily, cutting her off before she could utter a single word and she could tell by his face that he was holding back immensely. "Just…try to relax," he told her, clenching his teeth tightly. Anna swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "Hold onto me."
She obeyed, gripping tightly to his broad shoulders and she could finally feel him rubbing against her, sheathing himself in her own essence. He was soft and it felt so good but the size of him still had her concerned. She wished he would say more to reassure her but knew that that just wasn't the kind of person he was. Not that he didn't care about her distress, she was sure he did care in his own, weird way, he just wasn't someone who would express his feelings outright. Anna knew that and she tried to focus on what he'd told her, taking a deep breath and attempting to ease the tension in her muscles.
Finally, she felt him prodding at her opening and she dug her nails into his skin.
"Keep your eyes on me," he ordered and she realized that she had been staring at his chest. She moved her eyes up to his and held his intimate gaze. He stared back and he was all she could focus on as she felt the head of him push into her and then, in one quick, hard thrust of his hips, he was completely inside of her.
Anna let out a sharp gasp as he entered her, the burning sensation rising up inside of her. He stilled above her, letting out a groan of his own as he buried his face into the curve of her shoulder. She allowed herself a few deep breaths and clung even tighter to him, positive her nails were drawing blood. It was painful, like a burn, similar to the pain she'd experience with her arm only a lot less excruciating. She knew it wouldn't last and that fact put her mind and body at ease.
Above her, Draco was panting and she knew he was struggling to keep control of himself. Thinking on the spot, she rolled her hips, causing him to move inside of her and he let out a strangled breath, one of his hands moving to clutch the side of her thigh, stilling any further motion from her.
"Jesus, don't do that," he growled, rearing back to look at her again. She licked her lips at the sight of his tortured face. He was really holding back as much as he possibly could and Anna couldn't resist pulling him down to connect their lips once more in a thankful gesture. He took the kiss as a sign to continue and she felt him slowly start to pull out of her before sliding in again. It burned, but the pain was slowly ebbing away as he continued his movements, replacing it with a feeling of discomforted pleasure.
He was moving in and out of her with ease now and she forced herself to focus on the pleasure he was giving her and the look in his eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Their bare chests rubbed together as he moved above her and the feeling was so overwhelming that she cried out again as she started to feel the familiar tingling in the pit of her stomach, just waiting to explode.
It was then that he wrapped one of his arms under her waist and sat back on his knees, lifting her up with him in a fluid motion without ever disconnecting their bodies. She was sitting slightly higher than him now and he was level with her chest. His arms wrapped around her waist and hers went around his neck as he adjusted her to the new position, moving his hips forward. She moaned as he hit a new euphoric place inside of her and couldn't resist rolling her hips again in time with his thrusts.
She'd never felt closer to him. Her eyes never left his, captivated by the way he just stared at her with nothing but utter bliss.
The intense rippling waves of ecstasy overpowered her entire body as she exploded with pure pleasure. She moaned and cried out loudly, her back arching away from him, head falling back as she seemed to lose all feeling in her body as the orgasm took over all of her senses. She was only vaguely aware of Draco reaching his peak as she settled down from hers and he lifted them with one last thrust before groaning and letting his forehead rest against her chest.
They were both breathing rapidly and Anna's fingers stroked through Draco's hair at the back of his neck as he held onto her tightly.
She wished they could stay like that, wrapped up in each other's arms, tangled bodies and beating hearts, but she knew she couldn't. The dance was over at midnight and if she wasn't in her dorm when her friends returned, she could ruin everything and she was determined to keep things as they were.
Except everything was different now.
It took them a few minutes before they finally started to move but they did it, although Draco wanted nothing more than to push her back down onto the bed and have another go. He knew she had to get back. As much as he wanted their little moment of solitude to last, he knew that they would inevitably have to return to their everyday lives of avoiding eye contact and not associating with one another except when they were completely alone.
That was going to be easier said than done, especially now that he wouldn't be able to look at her without remembering what her body looks like without clothes on and her face as she came undone above him. He could barely stand to see her pull her dress back on and got hard again when she asked him to help with her zipper. His hands had never shaken so hard.
He didn't know what to say to her and she hoped she could understand why. This brought a whole new level of crazy that he could add to his list of why he was such a fuck up. But he didn't regret it, not a single moment. And if he got the chance, he would do it again in a heartbeat.
He was faced with the startling realization that finally having her had only increased his longing for her. As much as he wanted to the sex to mean nothing, it hadn't. It meant everything and more. He was no longer the Draco Malfoy that he used to be, he was someone entirely different and the green-eyed brunette was responsible it.
They exited the room in silence and without any contact whatsoever and they both stopped when they came to the corridor that lead to the Gryffindor Towers. For a moment, that just stood there without saying anything, neither one looking in the direction of the other.
"Draco," she finally said quietly and he turned his head to look at her. She didn't look hurt and she sure as hell hoped that she wasn't. He just….he didn't know how to handle the situation, everything was crashing down around him and he couldn't think straight. "I just wanted to-"
"Gilbert," he interrupted her with a sigh. "I know that you're expecting some heartfelt proclamation of my feelings for you or whatnot and I hate to piss in your cereal but you're not going to get one."
Her face remained the same and she actually smiled softly at him. "I know," she said with a nod and then reached her hand up to caress his cheek. "I was just going to say thank you."
His brow furrowed as he looked at her. "What-"
She silenced him with a kiss. It was quick, just the brush of her lips against his but it was enough to set him on fire again. Without putting another thought into it, he wound his arms around her waist and crushed her to him, deepening the kiss with a passionate hunger, possessing her mouth with every fiber of his being.
When he finally let her breathe again she smiled again, as if he'd just confirmed everything for her. She untangled herself from his embrace and started taking deliberate steps backwards, keeping her eyes locked on him. He couldn't help but look her up and down again, God she looked breathtaking in that color and he liked it even more now that her hair was down. He liked her hair better down.
"I'll see you around, Malfoy," she whispered deviously and biting down on her bottom lip.
He couldn't help the half-smile that appeared on his face at the use of their repetitive goodbye and he snickered to himself. "See you around, Gilbert."
He didn't speak to her again that weekend, though he couldn't say that he hadn't thought about her. He did. Every minute of every hour of every fucking day. He sat in the Slytherin Common Room all day long on Sunday while Blaise and Theo bantered back and forth over games of chess and he hardly spoke at all. His mind was elsewhere, centered on the brunette that had turned his whole world upside down and made him question everything he knew.
He thought about his mission and how close it was now. Only a few more weeks before he sent word to the Death Eaters. Only a few more weeks before he had to attempt to kill Dumbledore. Only a few more weeks with Anna before she ultimately hated him forever.
The thought of never seeing or speaking to Gilbert ever again put him on edge. He couldn't imagine it, not anymore, not after spending that past almost year with her. What would he do without her nagging voice or how she bit her lip whenever she was deep in thought – or when she felt extreme pleasure and was trying to hold in her screams – or the way she played with her hair whenever she was nervous. How would he be able to live the rest of his life without ever seeing her eyes? The eyes that he'd all but fallen in love with. The girl that he'd all but fallen in love with-
Wait what?
No, not love. Definitely not love. He felt something for Gilbert, but it wasn't love….it couldn't be love. He wasn't capable of loving someone, especially not her. She didn't deserve his love, it would only destroy her.
He would only destroy her.
Classes on Monday dragged on and were even worse because she was in some of them with him. He tried so hard not to look at her but he couldn't help it, especially when he reached up to scratch at his shoulder and realized that there were four crescent shaped scratches imbedded into his skin. Immediately the memory of her holding onto him so tightly while he entered her, her nails digging into his skin, flashed in his mind and it was all he could do to suppress a raging hard-on.
She was there and he felt her presence, even if he couldn't see her, he knew she was there behind him and he was sure she was trying to do the same. How can two people try to stay away from each other after sharing what they had shared that night at the dance? He wasn't one for emotions and feelings but he definitely knew that what they did had meant something to both of them. This was going to be harder than he thought.
When he got to the Great Hall for lunch, he was surprised to see that she wasn't there. He was quite thankful that he might be able to make it through lunch without being distracted by her but that giddiness went away as quickly as it came when he noticed Potter standing in the middle of the aisle where he was walking. And he was talking to someone.
Everything seemed to stop in that moment.
Katie Bell was standing behind Potter and she was staring at him with wide, fearful eyes. He waited for her to start screaming, to shout that it was him who had cursed her but it didn't come. Potter was looking skeptically at him too and he tried hard not to let his nerves show on his face.
His hands were shaking at his sides. Katie was still staring at him but she didn't say anything. He had to get out of there, he had to get away. Seeing Katie made him want to vomit. Remembering what he'd done to her haunted him in so many dark ways.
Draco turned and strutted out of the room as quickly as he had entered. He wasn't sure where he was going but he just kept walking, intent on getting as far away from Katie as possible in that moment.
Holy shit, what the hell was he doing? He couldn't go through with this. He couldn't even be around someone that he cursed, how was he going to kill his headmaster? There was absolutely no way. He was going to fail and then he was going to die.
He finally pushed himself inside of a bathroom on the sixth floor. It was empty, as he figured it would be since there really wasn't much else on the floor besides the bathroom and most everyone was at lunch now anyways. Draco rushed to the sink, his stomach churning with what felt like vomit but when he made to throw up it was just dry heaves. He hadn't eaten since Sunday morning at breakfast so there wasn't anything to throw up. He convulsed dryly into the sink until he felt he was going to pass out, then he turned on the tap and splashed his face with water, desperately trying to get his head back on straight.
Or maybe he was trying to wash the evil away. He felt so dark in that moment, so unbelievably vile and he wanted nothing more than for the Dark Lord to kill him. It would put him out of his misery and he could stop tearing himself apart inside wondering what was going to happen. The thought of having to kill Dumbledore made him uneasy and he knew that it shouldn't. He should want to be cruel and malicious but he just couldn't. He wanted to hate Gilbert and call her a Half-Blood but he just couldn't do it anymore.
His breathing was ragged as he gripped the sink tightly with his hands, his knuckles turning white. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and saw nothing but hate. He hated himself for what he had to be and what was expected of him. Why couldn't things be different? Why did he have to be the one chosen by the Dark Lord? So many thoughts were running through his head and overwhelming his mind, he couldn't think straight, he could hardly see straight.
He couldn't take it anymore. He broke down. Tears streamed down his face and he cried in front of the mirror. He cried for his mother who didn't deserve the life that she had. He cried for Gilbert because she was so innocent and he had taken that away from her. And he cried for himself because he knew that he was worthless.
As he cried, he didn't hear the door opening or realize that there was someone else in the bathroom with him until they spoke.
"I know what you did, Malfoy," Potter's familiar voice came from behind him and Draco immediately stopped his sobs, eyes flying open wide as he stared into the mirror, trying to see where he was. "You hexed her, didn't you?"
He turned around then to face his foe and for a moment they just stared at each other. Years and years of arguments and name-calling flooded in his ears and he tried to ignore how wrong it all seemed to him. This was Potter he was talking about, they'd hated each other since day one.
"You don't know a damn thing, Potter," Draco snarled.
"I know that you've been hiding something," Potter retorted and the first thing that came to Draco's mind was that he knew about him and Anna. But he quickly cast it aside, knowing that Gilbert would have honored her promise and kept it a secret and definitely wouldn't have told Potter of all people.
In his frustration, Draco grabbed his wand from his pocket and sent a silent Stupefy at his enemy. Potter dodged it and fired one back just as quickly and Draco leapt out of the way, running down the aisle of stalls that lined the bathroom wall. He heard Potter's loud feet and waited until he turned the corner before he shot another and Scarhead barely avoided it and the curse hit one of the sinks and it started spurting water everywhere.
Draco backed up into one of the stalls then to remain hidden from view. Kneeling down, he stared under the stalls and saw Potter's feet just standing there, not moving. He was only able to wonder for a moment what the idiot was doing before he knelt down to look under the stalls as well and Draco fired a curse at him. He got up quickly, not staying to worry about whether it hit him or not and ran to the corner, intent on getting the hell out of there.
As he rounded the corner, Potter rounded his at the same time and Draco was just about to raise his wand but the four-eyed freak beat him to the punch.
"Sectumsempra!" he shouted and it was one Draco had never heard before. It hit him in the chest but it wasn't like any curse he'd ever felt. This felt like someone had taken a set of large dragon claws and raked them across his torso. Pain erupted in his body and he was thrown to the floor with the force of the blow. He landed in a large puddle of cold water that had begun forming on the floor and when he looked down he saw two large gashes appearing on his chest, starting at his collarbone and working their way down to his hips. When they started to bleed furiously is when he realized that he was dying.
Shit it hurt so bad and he couldn't keep from crying out in pain. He couldn't move his hands to reach up and maybe stop the bleeding, not that it would help the gashes were long and angry and the blood was staining his white dress shirt.
It was only a moment later that Snape walked in but it had felt like an eternity of agonizing pain. As Snape started to whisper the incantation to heal him, Draco caught sight of Potter leaving the bathroom hastily before he passed out.
Anna practically had to drag her feet back to her dorm that night. She'd been studying for her exams in the Library since lunchtime since she had free periods the rest of the day and her brain felt like it was ready to explode. She couldn't wait for them to be over.
As she walked into the Common Room, she caught sight of Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione sitting in a half-circle on the couches. She noticed the concerned looks on their faces and she almost started to worry that they'd found out her secret when she realized that they were all staring at a Potions textbook that was lying on the table in front of them.
They all looked up as she approached. "What's going on?" she asked.
Ginny swallowed hard and looked at Harry who kept his eyes on the book in front of him. He was shaking, visibly so and Ginny had her hand on his arm, as if she were comforting him.
Hermione was the one to speak up. "Harry cursed Malfoy earlier today with a spell that he found in this book," she explained, her voice laced with fear.
Anna's eyes went wide as she heard her words and she forced herself not to gasp. Harry had cursed Draco? When? She hadn't heard a thing about it – although she was in the Library all day so how could she have?
"The curse was….." Hermione was searching for the right words and she shook her head in frustration.
"It almost killed him," Harry finished for her, his voice shaky and low.
"What?" Anna almost shrieked unable to contain herself. Dread flooded through her as he body went rigid. Draco was hurt, bad, and she hadn't been there to help him. "Is he okay?"
Her four friends looked up at her with curious eyes and she remained concerned, staring at Harry and waiting for his answer.
"Well for your sake Harry, he better be okay. You could be expelled if you seriously injured him," Anna covered up quickly, making sure her voice wasn't weak. Luckily, her friends bought into it.
"Snape healed him but he's got to spend the night in the Hospital Wing."
Anna relaxed. He was okay. He wasn't dead. But Jesus, how had she not heard about this sooner? Damn her studying habits, if only she-
"You have to get rid of it. Today," Ginny's voice cut into her train of thought and she made herself focus on the situation at hand. Harry was still her friend and she still had to be there for him. She would go to Draco later when she could do it without anybody knowing. Like she always did.
