Disclaimers:
-plays tape recorder- I don't own any of these characters except for Haruka.
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Slowly heading towards the fallen girl, Harry rolled her over onto her back and propped her up. Brushing strands of her hair from her face, he winced as he surveyed the damage. Split cheek and lip. Some bruising and cuts. Someone had seriously worked her over. That was when the Slytherin badge caught his eye. He hesitated, gaze darting back to the female's face. She was a Slytherin, and him, a Gryffindor. Enemies..
"I don't want your help," she slurred, cut lip adding to her already apparent discomfort. She struggled to stand, and managed to, but almost instantly fell limp again. Sucking in a breath and holding it, she forced herself to stand. She was more successful this time, clinging to the wall for support. She could barely trust her legs.
There. She had refused his non-existent offer of help. So why did he feel so guilty about leaving her? She was a Slytherin, who had rudely declined help. Yet.. Sighing as he silently cursed his conscience, he ducked under one of her arms, slinging one of his around her waist to support her as he pulled her away from the wall.
"I said I don't want your help," she snapped, trying - unsuccessfully of course - to pull away from his body. She recoiled against his touch, but couldn't do much more. If it wasn't for his body, she would've collapsed on the floor again.
"I know you don't want it," he said slowly, beginning to walk her down the hall. It was getting cold, and judging by how she stumbled, it wasn't only the pain that was holding her back. Patiently helping her feet move properly in time to his, he flashed a slight smile. "But I'm helping anyway."
"Why?" She was still shying away from the idea that he truly wanted to help. She knew of him. Who didn't? The famous Harry Potter, helping a Slytherin like her. She would've laughed at the mere idea, if it weren't for the fact that she was injured badly. She kept her gaze fixated on the floor, watching her feet. Left, right, left, right... It was almost hypnotic to watch. She felt, rather then saw him shrug.
"Just because." And he left it at that, keeping silent for the rest of the trip. It was quite fascinating to see how patient he was, stopping to help her walk, or just to let her have a breather. He didn't even mind the blood that was soaking through her sleeve and onto his robes. "Just a few more feet," he murmured, noticing that she was slowing down. He was practically dragging her.
Upon the arrival at the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey took one look and gave a shrill cry of alarm. Taking over, she shooed Harry into the hall, drawing the curtains around one of the beds. She bustled back and forth, carrying some strange amber concoction and a set of new robes for Haruka. Watching as Haruka downed the potion easily; was tossed her the robes and Madame Pomfrey closed the curtain behind her as she left. She discarded her blood-stained clothes and pulled the new one on, already heading out of the cubicle.
"What happened?" Madame Pomfrey stopped her at the doorway; frown upon the old lady's features. Eyes were narrowed as she squinted at the young girl. "I've never seen someone this badly beat up.. Who did it, dearie?" She obviously did suspect abuse. This was Haruka's chance. Just one word and she'd be rid of Draco and his buddies. But did she really want to be rid of him?
"I fell down a flight of stairs, Madame Pomfrey, honest." To emphasize this, she plastered on a fake grin. The old woman stared at her for a few moments longer before urging her out the door towards the waiting Harry.
"Don't let it happen again," she warned, rushing off to switch the sheets that Haruka had used. The girl nodded vaguely, trying to think of an excuse to tell Harry. The look upon his face told her that he didn't believe the stairs excuse, and that he demanded the truth. But lying was so much easier.. Wasn't it?
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oo; Read and review, please. xD Will she rat on her beloved, or lie to the famous Harry Potter?
-plays tape recorder- I don't own any of these characters except for Haruka.
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Slowly heading towards the fallen girl, Harry rolled her over onto her back and propped her up. Brushing strands of her hair from her face, he winced as he surveyed the damage. Split cheek and lip. Some bruising and cuts. Someone had seriously worked her over. That was when the Slytherin badge caught his eye. He hesitated, gaze darting back to the female's face. She was a Slytherin, and him, a Gryffindor. Enemies..
"I don't want your help," she slurred, cut lip adding to her already apparent discomfort. She struggled to stand, and managed to, but almost instantly fell limp again. Sucking in a breath and holding it, she forced herself to stand. She was more successful this time, clinging to the wall for support. She could barely trust her legs.
There. She had refused his non-existent offer of help. So why did he feel so guilty about leaving her? She was a Slytherin, who had rudely declined help. Yet.. Sighing as he silently cursed his conscience, he ducked under one of her arms, slinging one of his around her waist to support her as he pulled her away from the wall.
"I said I don't want your help," she snapped, trying - unsuccessfully of course - to pull away from his body. She recoiled against his touch, but couldn't do much more. If it wasn't for his body, she would've collapsed on the floor again.
"I know you don't want it," he said slowly, beginning to walk her down the hall. It was getting cold, and judging by how she stumbled, it wasn't only the pain that was holding her back. Patiently helping her feet move properly in time to his, he flashed a slight smile. "But I'm helping anyway."
"Why?" She was still shying away from the idea that he truly wanted to help. She knew of him. Who didn't? The famous Harry Potter, helping a Slytherin like her. She would've laughed at the mere idea, if it weren't for the fact that she was injured badly. She kept her gaze fixated on the floor, watching her feet. Left, right, left, right... It was almost hypnotic to watch. She felt, rather then saw him shrug.
"Just because." And he left it at that, keeping silent for the rest of the trip. It was quite fascinating to see how patient he was, stopping to help her walk, or just to let her have a breather. He didn't even mind the blood that was soaking through her sleeve and onto his robes. "Just a few more feet," he murmured, noticing that she was slowing down. He was practically dragging her.
Upon the arrival at the infirmary, Madame Pomfrey took one look and gave a shrill cry of alarm. Taking over, she shooed Harry into the hall, drawing the curtains around one of the beds. She bustled back and forth, carrying some strange amber concoction and a set of new robes for Haruka. Watching as Haruka downed the potion easily; was tossed her the robes and Madame Pomfrey closed the curtain behind her as she left. She discarded her blood-stained clothes and pulled the new one on, already heading out of the cubicle.
"What happened?" Madame Pomfrey stopped her at the doorway; frown upon the old lady's features. Eyes were narrowed as she squinted at the young girl. "I've never seen someone this badly beat up.. Who did it, dearie?" She obviously did suspect abuse. This was Haruka's chance. Just one word and she'd be rid of Draco and his buddies. But did she really want to be rid of him?
"I fell down a flight of stairs, Madame Pomfrey, honest." To emphasize this, she plastered on a fake grin. The old woman stared at her for a few moments longer before urging her out the door towards the waiting Harry.
"Don't let it happen again," she warned, rushing off to switch the sheets that Haruka had used. The girl nodded vaguely, trying to think of an excuse to tell Harry. The look upon his face told her that he didn't believe the stairs excuse, and that he demanded the truth. But lying was so much easier.. Wasn't it?
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oo; Read and review, please. xD Will she rat on her beloved, or lie to the famous Harry Potter?