A/N: This just randomly came about. Not mine, though I strongly wish otherwise. Thanks to all who bothered to check out this story :D Please review!

Blood, Tears, and Gits

"Move it, four eyes." Draco Malfoy hissed to Harry, rudely bumping him out of his way in the hallway.

Harry massaged his shoulder gently, muttering, "Stupid git…should learn some matters… git…" in almost inaudible tones. His emerald eyes shot poison to Malfoy's back, to no avail. Malfoy merely strutted on, not caring about the glaring Potter in the halls. As Harry watched, Malfoy shoved a first year, and tread on the foot of a third year.

Still massaging his arm, Harry headed to Gryffindor tower, where he was greeted by Hermione and Ron.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked as he flopped into a chair near the fireplace.

"I've just had it with Malfoy. What'd I ever do to him?"

"Who cares? He's a Malfoy- he doesn't care who he ticks off, as long as he's ticking someone off, the slime…" Ron said, attempting to comfort Harry while being as masculine as possible, in an attempt to save face in front of Hermione.

Harry heaved a sigh. "I know…I just can't help but wonder- why's he like that?" He pondered.

~*~*~*~

Draco, however, had reached the Slytherin common room, only to be greeted by a horrifying sight.

His father was there.

Draco froze, and briefly considered turning right back and running as fast as he could to the other end if the castle before his father lazily called out, "Ah, Draco, there you are. I need to…discuss… something with you." in a voice edged with ice.

Shooting a pleading glance to Snape, who was in the shadows of the room like the bat he was known to be, the youngest Malfoy trudged a death walk over to his father, who glared at him, profile erect. Snape's face remained blank, his eyes cold. Bastard, Draco thought, cursing him silently.

"Come quickly, boy!" Lucius Malfoy snapped irritably. Draco came, dreading what could happen.

Once Draco had joined his father's side, Mr. Malfoy swished his cloak and led his son to a Slytherin Prefect's bathroom that was hardly known to anyone. He opened the door with a tap of his wand and a few choice words, then stepped aside to let Draco in first. Draco crept in, walking on eggshells, closely followed by his father.

"Y-you c-c-called, father?" Draco stuttered, wincing internally.

His father seemed to examine a painting of a puff adder on the wall, but he suddenly whipped around and backhanded the boy. Draco reeled backwards, hands flying to his pale face. He miraculously gained his balance- barely.

"Those meddling ministry members…" Lucius hissed, eyes aflame. Draco cringed as his father continued. "They actually raided the Manor last night, did you know that? Did you, Draco?" Mr. Malfoy walked over to where his son was, and softly caressed Draco's fair blond hair thoughtfully.

"N-no, father. Did all go…well?" Draco asked tentatively.

Lucius remained silent for a moment, then his grip tightened on Draco's hair. He wrenched his son's head back viciously. "No, it did NOT go well, son," he spat the last word, "it did not go well at all. They found interesting things in YOUR chamber."

Draco gasped in pain, his neck screaming at him as his tendons creaked horribly. His gray eyes rolled to his father, who glared daggers at him.

"In fact, they found many dark books in your library, Draco. Many of the spells were circled- because of your utter stupidity, I am facing an inquiry. Do you know what this could do to our name?"

"F-father, p-please! I can't br-breathe!" Draco choked out.

"I asked you a question, you insolent brat!" Lucius screamed insanely. Mouth pulled into a maniacal grin, Lucius yanked Draco forward, then flung him against the stone walls with thrust of his arm. "NOW will you answer my question?" he asked calmly.

Draco slumped to the floor, blood trickling at the back of his neck. He blearily saw his father's angry face, then he let himself go into the darkness.

~*~*~*~

Severus Snape knew Lucius Malfoy. He could predict almost everything that would happen with the man. As soon as Malfoy senior arrived, Snape knew the boy was in trouble.

You care too much for your skin, Severus. The boy needed you, and you ignored him. Get to him while you still can… Snape thought, black robe swishing as he headed to the bathroom.

Still cursing himself, he saw Lucius Malfoy come out of the room, face flushed and hair in disarray. Pausing, he watched the man leave- without Draco. Hesitating only an instant longer, Snape entered the room and stared pityingly at the crumpled heap that was Draco.

Crossing the room in a few strides, Snape picked the crumpled being up and carried him back to his office, where he applied proper magic to heal the boy's wounds. Once that was done, he put Draco in the dormitory, sending threatening looks to any unfortunate Slytherin who happened to see Snape carrying Draco Malfoy gently in his arms. It was an almost fatherly image...

~*~*~*~

The next day, Harry ran into Draco in the halls. Draco was a bit paler then usual, but he snapped at Harry as if nothing had happened.

"Watch it, Potter!"

Harry whirled around. "YOU watch it, Malfoy! I've had it with you! What gives you the right to be such a git?" Harry snapped in reply.

Draco stared him evenly in the eye. "You know nothing of me, Potter." He said, then turned away.

A/N: How was it? Please review! Should I continue?