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Warning: SLASH...yummy
Love, By Accident: Harry Finds Out
The following Wednesday Draco was lying in bed during lunch, having just suffered another beating. He'd told Harry he had some History of Magic homework to do, which he did, but was in too much pain at the moment.
Slowly, he lifted himself off the bed, grabbed his wand off the table and headed to the bathroom.
He took off his shirt and pants, standing clad in a pair of boxers. Draco removed the glitter spell and looked at his beaten body in the mirror.
There were fresh cuts on his face (Crabbe had found that when he wore rings he could make Draco cringe even more). He was having trouble breathing, having taken one too many in the chest.
Draco didn't know how much more of this he could take.
"Draco?"
It was Harry. What was he doing here? Why now? Draco's mind raced as he hastily picked up his wand off the counter.
Too fast
The wand slipped out of his hand and slid across the bathroom tile as Harry made his way to the bathroom.
"Draco?" He said again, turning the door handle.
Draco spun around as Harry entered. "Oh my god," The Gryffindor stumbled backwards. "What the hell happened to you!?" He regained his footing and took a step towards Draco.
"I-uh," He took in a sharp breath as Harry touched his chest.
"Draco, tell me who did this to you." Harry demanded.
The blonde looked at his feet.
"Draco!"
"Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle," he finally muttered.
Harry glared at him for a second. "Why didn't you tell me!?" He yelled. "Why did you let them beat you!? Why?"
"Ron said they would hurt you too!" Draco cut in.
"And you thought I couldn't have handled myself!?"
"Does it look like I was able to stop them? Look at me, could you have gotten out better!?"
Draco's head spun, he took a sharp painful breath before colliding with the wall and sliding to the floor.
"Draco?" Harry kneeled beside him, the blonde groaned. "Don't move, you could be seriously injured...internal bleeding even."
Harry carefully helped Draco to his feet and laid him on the bed.
"I'm going to get help," he said. "Don't move."
The raven-haired boy ran out of the room and to the Great Hall. "Hermione!" He called down the Gryffindor table.
"Harry? What's wrong?"
"I need your help...fast." He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the hall and down to Draco's room.
She gasped at the sight of the Slytherin. "Oh my-what happened?"
"Ron...Ron happened," Harry said coldly, lifting Draco off the bed. "We need to get him to the hospital wing."
Hermione nodded and stood on the opposite side of the semi-conscience blonde, then slipped his arm around her neck the same as Harry.
"Merlin Mr. Malfoy, why didn't you come to me sooner?" Madame Pomfrey bickered.
"Is he going to be alright?" Harry asked. He was in a panic, since Draco fell in the bathroom he'd been non-responsive, and it had been over an hour. Hermione was holding Harry's hand, equally afraid.
"He'll survive," the medi-witch stated, pouring yet another potion into Draco's mouth. "I was able to heal the recent injuries, but some are more severe. His nose is broken and probably has been for weeks. That'll have to heal the muggle way."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Some of Malfoy's wounds have been untreated for too long, therefore the only way they can properly heal is without magic. I'll put a split on his nose and bandage his ribs, but right now what he needs is some rest. So off with you too." She shooed them out of the infirmary.
"Harry...Harry!" Hermione grabbed his arm when he didn't answer.
"What!?" He snapped, turning to her.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "I don't like that look on your face."
"You shouldn't." He pulled out his wand and hurried down the corridor. Hermione fought to keep up.
Afternoon classes were about to start so Harry ran towards the dungeons.
"Where are you going?" Hermione called after him.
"Gryffindor has Potions."
"Weasley!"
Ron stopped, about to enter Snape's classroom. "Potter?" he raised an eyebrow.
"I have some business to attend with you."
"Oh really?" The last of the students had filed into the class. Harry and Ron were the only one's in the hall.
"You hurt Draco."
Ron smiled, "So he finally told you? I wondered when he'd swallow his Malfoy pride."
"So I'll hurt you."
"Harry!" Hermione rounded the corner out of breath. "Harry, don't."
"Sorry Hermione," He muttered.
Just then Ron pulled out his wand.
"Oh no," Harry said. "We're doing this the muggle way." He disarmed Ron and threw his own wand to the side.
Then he lunged at the redhead, fist colliding with face.
In a matter of seconds the pair was on the ground, Harry pummeling Ron, Ron throwing a blind punch every now and then. Hermione looked on in horror, frozen to her spot on the floor, afraid that if she got in the middle of it, Harry would go after her too.
"Draco's in the infirmary," Harry yelled. "I intend to put you there as well."
"Mister Potter! Mister Weasley!" Snape's voice rang through the hall.
That didn't stop Harry. If anything it made him hit Ron harder.
Finally Snape pulled Harry off Ron, who was bleeding rather badly and limp on the floor.
Harry went unharmed.
"Finnegan, Thomas, take him to the hospital wing," Snape nodded towards Ron. "Potter come with me to see the head master, and you too miss Granger."
Harry and Hermione followed Snape to Dumbledore's office, Harry with a rather satisfied look on his face.