- In The Dark -
Authoress Ramble: I've seen goblet of fire, IT ROCKED! I'm going to see it again in tomorrow, (20/11-05) :D can't wait. Magure authors block inthis chappie :S Anyone saw gof? what did ya think of voldemort? Lucius disturbed me in the graveyard. Some of you might know what I mean.
Warnings: 'M'-Rated because of abuse, violence, laguage and such.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter..
Chapter Thirteen: What Happened?
Draco Malfoy was shocked beyond belief, he found himself thinking about Harry Potter for the third time that day since he had seen the fragile hero only the night before in the infirmary. He would never cease to be amazed; Snape seemed to care about the boy.
There were something about the sight of Harry Potter, lying in the bed, completely helpless that made his chest tighten. He didn't have that cold look on his face that Draco always saw him with whenever he was around.
His enemy was in a coma, why wasn't he happy about it? He had hated Potter for five years and now suddenly something deep inside of him had changed, did he pity him? No, Malfoy's didn't pity people. Then what was it?
Respect? That might be it; he respected Harry Potter. Yes, that sounded right, Draco could not deny the power in the small boy and could not help himself from admiring the strength he held.
The last class of the day had just ended and Draco sat down by the lake, he always used to go there when he wanted some peace and quiet or some time to think.
He was not certain about his feelings towards Potter, did he still hate him? Could that one look of him in the hospital have changed all of his thoughts about him? He was still curious about exactly what had happened but Snape hadn't gotten into details that night in the infirmary. Draco had only been told that Potter was in a coma and would probably wake up in a couple of days or less.
Probably? Was Snape hiding something? Was Potter in a really dangerous state? Maybe he was dying. Maybe he had been attacked by death eaters orthe dark lord himself.
The image of the broken hero didn't seem to wanna leave his mind. It's amazing what one little look could change. He thought and his frown grew bigger, had he just confessed that his feelings towards his old enemy had changed? Maybe they had, so what?
Draco knew that a Malfoy did not show emotions, weakness. His father had always told him that feelings is humans weak spot and in the war you aren't aloud to have a single weak spot.
He had his friends of course and when he was around them he wasn't the same heartless person, everyone saw in the corridors. Showing emotions in public could be used against you and he knew that. So what if everyone thought that he was a cold bastard without any feelings at all? They didn't know him and Draco had learned long ago not to care about what other people thought of him.
He pushed away a strand of hair that always seemed to fall over his right eye and stood up. He hesitated for a second before he made his way up to the castle, he was going to see if his feelings had changed at all. He strode over to the infirmary with big steps, a few hufflepuff girls turned around and watched him walk away dreamily.
Carefully he pushed open the door to the hospital wing, he had to check if weasel and mudblood were there first. He didn't like anyone of them, but he really didn't have time for a fight and he knew that if he met them he wouldn't be able to hold back any insults.
The infirmary was empty. On the other side of the room there were a bed with it's hangings pulled over to keep away curious eyes. Draco made his way over there without making a single sound.
When he reached the bed he grabbed the soft hangings and for a second he did nothing. He took a deep breath and pulled the curtains open, exposing the fragile form. Harry looked even worse then yesterday, his hair was ruffled and wild as usual but his creamy white skin was now full of black and purple bruises. Draco gasped, he had not seen them yesterday, the only thing he could remember was the bruise right over his eyes.
You didn't have to see his beautiful emerald eyes to see that the boy was in pain. It was something about the featurs in his face that made Draco's chest tighten even more. He sunk down onto the edge of the bed, unable to take his eyes of the raven haired boy. The same question he had asked himself earlier came into his mind; What had happened to him?
By the looks of it he had gotten beaten real bad, but Potter would have been able to defend himself, right? He is one of the most powerful wizards in the world, unless it was so many of them; Death eater attack, or if he didn't have his wand, but Potter alway carried around his wand; must have happened during the summer.
But that couldn't be it, Potter had looked perfectly fine only days ago. On the nightstand next to the bed there was a big vase with red and golden flowers. How very gryffindor Draco thought and snorted. Next to them lay his dark wand and his black glasses. Draco never understood why he kept those when he could just fix his sight with magic, there were mostly people who grew up with muggles who actually kept their glasses.
Draco had never gotten such a close look on The Boy Who Lived before, his pale beautiful skin was covered in bruises and that made him look like an fallen angel, his messy, raven hair gave him a sweet, boyish charm which suited him perfectly. His mouth was full and cherry coloured, it was slightly parted and soft, small breathes escaped. His face would have looked beautiful if those bruises hadn't been covering him up, the bright scar on his forehead could be seen clearly on his white skin. He had almost feminime features that gave him a look of innocence only a child could hold. He was very short, he could clearly have been taken for a 12 year old and a short one for that matter, he was really petite and could definitely be classed as beautiful.
The sad look upon his was heartbreaking and Draco felt his inside turn. He heard a creaking sound and quickly spun around, Snape was standing in the doorway staring at him in shock. With a few long steps Snape had strode up to his godson.
"Okay, what have you done?" He snarled, Draco was slightly taken aback by his godfather's harsh tone. He blinked in confusion as he understood. Snape had thought that he was going to take advantage of Harry's weak state.
"I didn't do anything to Potter" He answered truthfully. "Nor was I'm planning to" He crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his silver eyes, the cold look clearly visible in the deep orbs. Snape eyed him sceptically for a second but shrugged it off, maybe he had changed his feelings towards Harry too.
Damn what was it about that boy! He had everyone wrapped around his little finger. Snape was still pretty unsure about Draco's intentions but didn't say anything for a couple of awkward seconds.
"Then what were you doing here?" he finally asked. Draco, who had been staring at the floor, looked up and met the older mans gaze. He sighed and thought about what he was going to say. The truth? Should he lie? Would Snape believe whatever he said?
"I.." He started. Snape raised an eyebrown, waiting for him to continue. Draco quickly looked away, the dark haired man sure knew how to make someone nervous. "I was just curious about Potter" He finished, partly true. He was curious about what had happened to him and what it was about him that made even Snape act like a pleasant human being.
"What happened to him anyway?" Draco asked, hoping for an answer this time. As he suspected Snape didn't seem to want to tell him about it.
"I really don't have time for this" He snarled. "I was just getting some potions from madame Pomfrey." Draco didn't know if it was the truth or if he simply avoided the subject.
"Healing potions?" He inquired, trying to make the older man talk. He noticed that Snape didn't like all the questions and really didn't want to start a conversation.
"Not really" he answered and turned around, but Draco wasn't going to give up that easily.
"Then why do you get them here in the infirmary, I thought you were the potions master." He shot at him. Snape, clearly annoyed, turned back to the boy.
"Correct, mr Malfoy" He snarled. "I am, the potions master, but madame Pomfrey stores some of my potions and I have to prepare professor Nuit's weakly doze."
"What does he need a potion for?" Draco asked. Snape sighed in frustration, closed his eyes and silently counted to ten. Sometimes his godson could really get on his nerves. Usually Draco didn't ask so many questions and now he was acting like some chattery hufflepuff girl.
"Well, we wouldn't want out precious vampire to flame in the sun, would we?" Snape said through clenched teeth. Draco could hear the bitterness in his voice, he still wanted the position as the defence against dark arts teacher. Draco knew how pissed he got every time Dumbledore chose someone else for the job, he didn't understand it though, Snape loved potions, he would always sit in the dungeons brewing something when he felt stressed or simply bored.
Without waiting for Draco to answer the once again spun around and walked over to the in the other side of the room, leading to madame Pomfey's private dorms. He raised his hand and knocked three times.
"What is wrong with Potter?" Draco tried again loudly so Snape could hear him from all across the room. Without bothering to turn around Snape knocked three times again.
"None of your buisness" He snapped and the door opened. Madame Pomfey smiled warmly at Snape and let him into her dorms. Draco swore, why wouldn't Snape tell him about Potter? It was the light hero the whole world would probably find out sooner or later.
Draco sighed and stared at the flowers on the nightstand, Snape would probably not take long and he could try to make him talk some more when he got back.
He was right, about half an minute later the door to madame Pomfrey's door opened and Snape came out holding a little phial with some bright yellow liquid.
"Sev" Draco called. "Why the bloody hell can't you just tell me what happened to him?" He glared at his godfather and brushed away the strand of hair that always fell into his eyes with one quick movement.
"Why do you care?" He shot back angrily. If he had no intentions of taking adventage of Harry's state, Snape had no idea of why he wanted to know exactly. He knew that Draco was no angel, but he could with a little help of legilimens tell that he was not lying.
"I'm just curious" The blonde boy almost shouted. Damn it, why couldn't he just tell him? but on the other hand why did he care? He was curious, every question was built on curiousity but was it only that? Draco knew that he didn't like Potter, one look of him in the infirmary won't turn him all sweet and helpful.
No, Draco Malfoy had not changed at all, simply his hatred for The Boy Who Lived had changed. He didn't hate him, nor did he like him. He respected him; yes, but nothing more. He wanted to know who had caused the light hero those bruises, what had caused him to fall into a coma, because he was curious and respected Harry Potter.
Snape opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted as the door to the infirmary burst open and Harry's best friends walked in, they stopped at the sight of the two slytherins.
"What are you two doing here?" Ron growled and narrowed his blue eyes.
"Ten points from gryffindor, mr Weasley" Snape snarled. "Watch it how you speak to your teachers." with that he left the infirmary, with his cloak fluttering behind him. Draco strode towards the door gracefully, but stopped right next to Ron's side, a smirk playing on his lips.
"..or your surperiors" he drawled and walked past the two of them. No, Draco Malfoy had not changed at all.