Unhealing Wounds
Chapter 3: Silver Stags
Harry ran as fast as he could toward the hospital wing were Draco was, alone. The Gryffindor mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. Heart pounding and fear welling up in him, Harry cursed himself for not thinking. Draco was a target now, a weakened target at that. A target any Slytherin would want to have the pride of eliminating. Harry brought out his wand as he ran through the main hospital doors toward the private room. Almost there, Harry thought.
It seemed like ages before Harry reached that large wooden door that lead to Draco. It wouldn't open when he pulled on the giant handle. Harry quickly uttered a spell and the lock clicked opened. He ran inside and was blinded by light. All he saw was white for a moment and then the scene before him was revealed.
Crabb and Goyle were holding a screaming Draco to the wall. Three others from Slytherin were casting a wide variety of cursed and hexes on him. Draco writhed in agony from his position on the wall. His gash was bleeding again and there were more gashes on his shoulder now. Harry was horrified. Why would they do this to a fellow house member just because of his friends?
They last curse wore off and Draco sagged like a dead leaf against Crabb and Goyle's strong arms. His blonde hair was a mess, a pile or brush in clinging to his face because of sweat and blood. He lifted his head weakly and stared at Harry. His eyes were empty of anything except pain. His stare begged Harry for the help he didn't want to admit he needed. It was heartbreaking to see such a beautiful creature under such horrible abuse.
"Stop!" Harry shouted, making them all jump. They turned to him, letting Draco go. He fell to the hands and knees, coughing and attempting to breathe. The group glared at Harry.
"And what are you doing to do Potter? Are you going to fight us all?" Said a young man in the front. Harry, realizing he was outnumbered, raised his wand in defense. He knew he couldn't beat them all, but he knew a way he could scare them all for a while. The spell he uttered wasn't heard by the group, they started to advance on his just as the silver stag burst from his wand. All the Slytherins stood in shock at the sight before them. Then one of the females let out a horrible scream and the whole group screamed and ran from the room, the stag close behind. Harry rushed over to Draco, spell forgotten and problem solved. Harry lifted Draco in his arms and ran down the hall. He needed the room of need to hide them. After a while, he saw the familiar room he had used last year to teach defense against the dark arts in. He kicked the door open and found a warm room with a bed and lots of medicines. He laid Draco in the bed, slammed the door shut and locked it.
Immediately he went to Draco's side. Draco was bleeding badly but the hospital wing would supply no protection against the Slytherins, only the pain. Harry looked around the room and found a healing potion. He forced Draco to take it and his wounds stopped bleeding. Draco looked up at him, weak and defeated. His stare was a mix of hate, thanks, and relief. Hate was the least noticable, but it hurt Harry quite a bit. It might have just been Draco's broken pride, but it stung non-the-less. Harry sighed, happy to see Draco's personality showing he was ok. Harry touched Draco's cheek softly. Draco flinched at the touch but allowed Harry to continue. Harry climbed beside Draco and leaned his head against the other boy's shoulder, and kissed his cheek. Draco was surprised at Harry's actions, he looked at Harry strangely, not quite sure how to react. Harry sat up and pushed gently on Draco's chest, forcing him to lay back down on his bed. He kissed the boy's forehead.
"Now, Draco, rest. You need your sleep to heal and I'm not going to make the mistake of leaving you alone again."
Draco nodded and closed his eyes to sleep. Harry sat himself in an armchair near the fireplace and watched. He fantasized about how he and Draco would kiss by the lake and love each other. Draco's quiet voice made him aware that, after an hour, the boy was still awake.
"Thanks again, Harry." Harry smiled as Draco finally fell asleep before falling asleep himself.
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A/N~ Yeah, kind of short, I'm sorry. Please review and tell me what you think and how I could improve the story.
XX Daeva Shade XX
Chapter 3: Silver Stags
Harry ran as fast as he could toward the hospital wing were Draco was, alone. The Gryffindor mentally kicked himself for being so stupid. Heart pounding and fear welling up in him, Harry cursed himself for not thinking. Draco was a target now, a weakened target at that. A target any Slytherin would want to have the pride of eliminating. Harry brought out his wand as he ran through the main hospital doors toward the private room. Almost there, Harry thought.
It seemed like ages before Harry reached that large wooden door that lead to Draco. It wouldn't open when he pulled on the giant handle. Harry quickly uttered a spell and the lock clicked opened. He ran inside and was blinded by light. All he saw was white for a moment and then the scene before him was revealed.
Crabb and Goyle were holding a screaming Draco to the wall. Three others from Slytherin were casting a wide variety of cursed and hexes on him. Draco writhed in agony from his position on the wall. His gash was bleeding again and there were more gashes on his shoulder now. Harry was horrified. Why would they do this to a fellow house member just because of his friends?
They last curse wore off and Draco sagged like a dead leaf against Crabb and Goyle's strong arms. His blonde hair was a mess, a pile or brush in clinging to his face because of sweat and blood. He lifted his head weakly and stared at Harry. His eyes were empty of anything except pain. His stare begged Harry for the help he didn't want to admit he needed. It was heartbreaking to see such a beautiful creature under such horrible abuse.
"Stop!" Harry shouted, making them all jump. They turned to him, letting Draco go. He fell to the hands and knees, coughing and attempting to breathe. The group glared at Harry.
"And what are you doing to do Potter? Are you going to fight us all?" Said a young man in the front. Harry, realizing he was outnumbered, raised his wand in defense. He knew he couldn't beat them all, but he knew a way he could scare them all for a while. The spell he uttered wasn't heard by the group, they started to advance on his just as the silver stag burst from his wand. All the Slytherins stood in shock at the sight before them. Then one of the females let out a horrible scream and the whole group screamed and ran from the room, the stag close behind. Harry rushed over to Draco, spell forgotten and problem solved. Harry lifted Draco in his arms and ran down the hall. He needed the room of need to hide them. After a while, he saw the familiar room he had used last year to teach defense against the dark arts in. He kicked the door open and found a warm room with a bed and lots of medicines. He laid Draco in the bed, slammed the door shut and locked it.
Immediately he went to Draco's side. Draco was bleeding badly but the hospital wing would supply no protection against the Slytherins, only the pain. Harry looked around the room and found a healing potion. He forced Draco to take it and his wounds stopped bleeding. Draco looked up at him, weak and defeated. His stare was a mix of hate, thanks, and relief. Hate was the least noticable, but it hurt Harry quite a bit. It might have just been Draco's broken pride, but it stung non-the-less. Harry sighed, happy to see Draco's personality showing he was ok. Harry touched Draco's cheek softly. Draco flinched at the touch but allowed Harry to continue. Harry climbed beside Draco and leaned his head against the other boy's shoulder, and kissed his cheek. Draco was surprised at Harry's actions, he looked at Harry strangely, not quite sure how to react. Harry sat up and pushed gently on Draco's chest, forcing him to lay back down on his bed. He kissed the boy's forehead.
"Now, Draco, rest. You need your sleep to heal and I'm not going to make the mistake of leaving you alone again."
Draco nodded and closed his eyes to sleep. Harry sat himself in an armchair near the fireplace and watched. He fantasized about how he and Draco would kiss by the lake and love each other. Draco's quiet voice made him aware that, after an hour, the boy was still awake.
"Thanks again, Harry." Harry smiled as Draco finally fell asleep before falling asleep himself.
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A/N~ Yeah, kind of short, I'm sorry. Please review and tell me what you think and how I could improve the story.
XX Daeva Shade XX