Title: Angelus an Diabolus

Author: Eris Mackenzie

Rating: M

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

A/N: Sorry about re-posting this. The site went haywire when I first posted it and scrambled some of my paragraphs. Thanks to Nfinity Nite Monaghan for pointing it out.

Argh... again this is un-beta'ed. Sorry if I made any mistakes, but I'm just so tired of waiting for my beta, although, technically, I am spoiling you beyond belief with this quick update. But I suppose you deserve it. ;) And - if you're absolutely SICK of stubborn!Draco, then great! I've been for a while, but I wanted you all to get to your breaking points. And guess what - NO MORE STUBBORN!DRACO FROM NOW ON! (at least of the majority)

CHAPTER TWENTY

"All right, so you wanted to go to Brack's Books, right?" Harry asked quietly as they walked down the crowded street.

Hermione fished around her bag for her pocketbook and nodded. "Yes, I wanted to see if they had my book order for Fairies: Gem of the Night or Nuisance of the Day. I just have to find my...stupid...wallet..." She dug deeper into her bag and Harry looked over to see Ron grinning at him. Harry smiled back, though there was really nothing behind it. Harry's bad mood had worsened earlier when Draco had woken him up. He had forgotten what had happened the night before when he felt a wrenching deep in his chest and had gone straight to the bathroom door. Despite his continued efforts, Draco was being as stubborn as ever. His eyes started to prick just thinking about it and he forced his emotions down. Not in public. Harry simply frowned when Ron looked away, eyes glued despondently on the ground.

"Found it!" Hermione exclaimed as her hand shot up, triumphant, clutching the little sack full of coins. Her hair blew in her face and she impatiently patted it down as she looked at Ron. "So, Ron, weren't you going to meet Fred and George? Please don't come running back with a purple beard and covered in feathers or something of the sort."

At Hermione's stern look, Ron blushed and quickly promised, "I won't!" He looked back at Harry when the look she gave turned incredulously doubtful. "We're meeting back at The Three Broomsticks, yeah?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, we just need to pick up Hermione's book," Ron rolled his eyes and Harry grinned half-heartedly, "And we'll be out of there."

"Well, okay, mate," Ron said, "I'll see you two soon!" He quickly jogged back down the steps. "Bye!"

Harry smiled a bit after the redhead left. Hermione was walking purposefully towards the old book store on the corner. Harry stilled at the door for a second as a brief pang of pain spiked through him. I need to find Draco... Harry wanted more than anything to stay away from his mate, but Harry knew the blonde was close by-he could feel the dull ache every step he took. He sighed; he wasn't going to intentionally hide when he knew it was inevitable.

Hermione had stopped at the front counter and the clerk was currently taking inventory of what they had gotten that week.

Dimly, in the background he heard the man say, "Oh, yes, we got that shipment a few days ago. I'll go fetch it, perhaps you would also enjoy..." Hermione followed the man to one of the other customer services areas, and she didn't see Harry as he walked through the shelves.

The Gryffindor's eyes skimmed along the books, not really seeing them, but searching through his mind. He could feel Draco strongly now, his heartbeat thumping in his chest along with his own.

"Draco?" He called softly, not wanting to disturb anyone, even though the store was pretty deserted. No answer came, but he found himself straining to hear as a voice spoke between the shelves. A sudden wave of dizziness swept over him, making his head spin. He knew they had been separated too long already. The Slytherin was already starting to feel the effects. "Draco?" He asked again. The dizziness had faded somewhat, but there was still just a glimmer of -

"Draco..."

Harry stood stalk-still, his senses suddenly alert. He turned slowly around... spying Draco in a darkened isle...

And his heart shattered into a million broken pieces.

"DRACO!"

Harry's eyes flooded with tears as he saw his mate locking lips with another person - that damned waiter from the restaurant they had visited their first trip to Hogsmeade that year. Draco's eyes snapped open as he heard Harry's voice, his spirit dropping to the ground. His reflexes were slowed by a millisecond, but that was all it took to matter.

Harry could barely breath; his lungs were immobilized in his chest. He couldn't believe this. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He didn't even feel the pain as his wings burst forth, his inner aerial calling for someplace to hide, yet aching for revenge. His mate, his love - how could he have done this?

"Why!" He screamed the only word that seemed to make sense.

Draco shoved Billy off of him. The youth stumbled into the bookshelf behind him, but he was frozen at the sight of Harry's gigantic wings sprouting from his back. "Harry - It wasn't what it looked like, I swear! I just- "

"Fucking save it!" Harry yelled. He felt the blood dripping from his hands as his nails lengthened and cut through the unprotected skin of his palms. Red dots danced across his vision, blurring his thoughts in a cloud of anger. Worse than anger... fury. He couldn't breath, he couldn't see, all he could hear was a chanting in his head of look what he did; look what he did. Look what he did to you.

"But, Harry, I'm telling the truth, just-just please - "

Look what he did; look what he did.

"Liar! I should have fucking known. I should have known!" Harry shouted in Draco's face. "You fucking bastard!"

Look what he did; look what he did.

Draco snapped back as if hit before he remembered his resolve. "JUST LISTEN TO ME!" He begged as loud as his voice would allow.

Look what he FUCKING did.

Bam!

Harry gasped as Draco reeled back when he punched the Slytherin in the face. Immediately, blood started to pour out of Draco's nose from the force of Harry's fist. The thick liquid gushed down his pale face, to his shirt, staining it forever. Draco fell backwards, hitting the floor with a loud thud. His face was shocked, anguished... scared. Harry felt like he was dying when Draco's eyes filled with tears. He was crying. Oh, gods, he was crying.

The fragile line that held him together snapped, and Harry ran out of there as fast as he could, a lightning strike couldn't have gone faster. He dimly heard Hermione yelling for him, but he didn't have the mind to stop.

Outside, it had started raining; the drops hit harsh and cold, like miniature ice bullets. The sting only helped him further his descent. Look what he did, look what he did. Look what YOU did.

The hordes of people had dispersed, and most had gone into the shops, but a few had gotten caught in the storm and were still hurrying to the warm taverns and shops that lined the way. The rain drenched Harry's form and ran into his eyes, making everything blurry, but it wasn't all from the torrent of water.

"Hey!" Someone yelled as he ran into them, pushing them aside and nearly making them fall into the mud. It must have been someone he knew, for they called his name, but all he could see was Draco's face; his shocked and frightened eyes filling with tears over and over again. Look what you did.

Finally, he could take the ground no longer and spread his wings, flying off into the storm without a backwards glance.

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"HARRY!" Draco screamed as soon as the Gryffindor ran out of the door. He struggled to get up, but his body wasn't co-operating properly. The blood was getting into his eyes and stung like hell, but it was nothing to him except for a red blur.

"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed as she rushed to his side. She hadn't seen anything except for Harry's fist plow right into Malfoy's face. "Malfoy, are you okay!"

"Harry!" Draco moaned, sobs hitching up in his chest. Oh, gods, please, please let him come back! It wasn't what he thinks. It wasn't what he thinks.

"Malfoy, stay still! You're bleeding all over the place!" Hermione tried to hold him still, but the blonde kept trying to get up despite her attempts. She got on her knees and flinched as a warm wetness soaked through her trousers. She had just knelt in a puddle of warm blood. 'Oh, Harry, why did you do that?' she thought desperately as she tried to calm Draco down.

"No, no! I have to get to him - find him - I have to make him understand!" Draco struggled even more against Hermione, succeeding in throwing her off halfway. The store clerk and some other boy Hermione vaguely recognized were staring at the spectacle wide-eyed, neither lending a hand.

"Go get some towels, for Christ's sake!" Hermione snapped at them as she pulled out her wand. She turned back around to Draco. "I'm sorry for this, but you need to calm down. Profundum Somnus!"

Instantaneously, Draco went still, his eyes slipping shut as he lost consciousness, and Hermione sighed. The store clerk rushed back with a handful of various washcloths, probably used to clean the shelves, but it was enough for Hermione. She cast a quick cleansing spell to disinfect them and pressed the cloth to Draco's face firmly to stanch the bleeding.

"You!" She pointed at the skitterish boy standing in the corner. "Do you know who Ronald Weasley is?" He nodded rapidly, eyes still glued on Draco's motionless form. "Go find him, now! Tell him to get Dumbledore and get back here!" He hesitated for a moment, causing an uncharacteristic irritation to spread through Hermione. "GO!" She yelled. The brunette immediately took off, running out of the store as if the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels.

Hermione sighed. Her wand tip glowed a soft blue when it touched the tip of Draco's nose and she knew it was broken. "Osium Repararo!" The bleeding stopped as soon as the light from the spell sunk into the skin of Draco's face. She knew the bone was all right; mending potions were only needed in extreme circumstances.

She cast a few more mediwitch spells that she had learned primarily because she had thought that someone needed to know these things. She was glad now that she had gone through the trouble. The blood was soon gone from Draco's face as well, though she couldn't get the dark liquid off his clothes. Hermione didn't have to wait for long as Ron came bursting through the door, Dumbledore and Snape in tow.

"Hermione! Are you okay? Where's Harry?" Ron asked hurriedly as he ran to her side. She stood up and noticed Ron looking at her trousers. She did too and marvelled at the amount of blood had soaked into her own clothes, from the bottom of her trouser leg all the way to her knee. She hadn't known someone could bleed so much just from a broken nose.

"I'm okay, but Malfoy and Harry had a big fight. Harry ran off; I don't know where he went," Hermione said quickly. Worry for the green-eyed boy started to grip her . "I don't know what happened; I didn't see... I-I -"

"It's quite all right, Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore interrupted gently. "And thank you for taking care of Draco. I'm sure that we'll find out what happened soon enough."

"I put him to sleep," Hermione said as she looked over Draco's bloody form, to which the potion's teacher was currently attending. "I had to - he was panicking and he wouldn't let me heal him."

Dumbledore nodded. "I'm sure it was so. But, Miss Granger, are you sure you have no idea where Mr. Potter may have gone?"

Hermione hesitated and then shook her head. "No, I don't... he just left."

A/N: Reviews would be nice... (sad look) Sorry to the people who already reviewed and got a second version of this.

I hope to update again before Christmas, but don't expect another one for a bit after that.