DEMENTED STONES

CHAPTER FOUR: Poison

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. I only own a stick of gum. It's sad - but true.

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Harry walked towards the Hospital Wing carefully, as if someone were following him.

It was late.

He wore his invisibility cloak, just in case he wanted to leave.

He couldn't bear to see Draco battered and bruised, and on the verge of death. It would kill him, and he knew it would. He'd already lost Ron. But to lose Draco, too? There was no way he would ever be able to bear the pain. He'd die if Draco died. Although he hoped he wouldn't. It wasn't fair. They had everything going perfect for them, and then Reyan came along and...

He entered the Hospital Wing, only to have the breath taken away from him completely. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" he cried, pulling the cloak off of his body, and staring disbelievingly at the sight before him.

Reyan stood up slowly. "Just leave, Potter. This doesn't concern you."

"To hell it doesn't - that's my BOYFRIEND you're poisoning!"

"Poison? I would never stoop low enough for poison, Potter."

"What is wrong with you? Why do you have to bother us? Why won't you leave us the fuck alone-"

Reyan moved closer to Harry, who sudden grew cold feet, but held up like he wasn't scared. "I was under the impression that I was bothering Draco. Not you. But, if you'd rather have it the other way around, I'm sure something can be rearranged..."

"Just leave us alone. We haven't done anything to you-"

"Maybe not you, but your boyfriend has. Why don't you ask him, Potter?-"

"Because currently, due to your sorry ass, he's been beaten with a BAT." the body on the bed stirred slightly, and Harry rushed towards Draco, gripping his hand and holding tightly, his emotions currently pushed under his skin due to Reyan's closeness. "If you killed him..." he said, quietly, not looking away from Draco's paled and bruised face. "If he dies... I'll make sure you're next." he heard Reyan laughing from somewhere behind him, and turned to face him, only to find nothing there. Nothing but unnerving shadows.

Harry apprehensively eased himself back onto the chair, all thoughts of Reyan gone when he heard a dry sob escape Draco's mouth. He soothed him throughout his deep sleep, and ran his fingers through the platinum hair, refusing to touch or to look at the battered side of him. If I don't see it, he told himself, I can pretend he's asleep.

But he looked anyway, and swallowed tightly.

Why Draco? Harry wondered, feeling bile rise up his throat. He never did anything... He then vowed vengeance upon Reyan, after wiping his lips with the back of a shaky hand. His whole body felt uneasy.

God, I love you... he mentally said to Draco, as he watched his uneven breathing.

He didn't want to leave, in fear that Reyan might come back. I'm not going to lose you like I lost Ron. I'll be able to save you.

Draco's eyes opened, then, two big blue orbs that looked straight through Harry himself, and were filled with tears that continuously rolled down his pale cheeks, and onto his sore. He didn't blink. It was like he was dead. "Mhm..." he moaned, and then his body began to shake.

Harry saw a small vile on the ground. The poison... Fuck, I had forgotten... He watched Draco moving in pain, and then stop all-together, one last tear floating down his cheek, to rest of his breathless neck.

Harry began to hyperventilate, and got up. I have to get Dumbledore... he thought, rushing from the room, only to feel something that resembled hands on the back of his neck, and to find his head being pressed against the wall.

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Two weeks later, Harry, who was currently at Quidditch practice, saw Hermione and Neville rushing towards the field, holding magical poster boards. Angelina, the Gryffindor's coach, paused on her broomstick, causing everyone else to stop as well.

"HARRY." read the poster, before changing to something else. "HE IS WAKING UP."

Harry sped to the ground as quickly as possible, and jumped off the broom before he had really landed. "Here." he cried, practically throwing the broom to Neville. "Get one of them to put this up for me, will you?" and he ran faster than he had before.

Neville and Hermione exchanged glances. "You know..." Hermione began, with a slight frown. "If he had ridden the broom there it would have been faster..."

But Harry didn't care. All he truly cared about was getting to Draco in time to see his eyes open. To make sure he was okay. He had been sent to Mungo's, previously, because the school had not been able to do anything for him, and now he was finally coming back.

Harry grabbed the back of Draco's robes, causing the bigger boy to stop, and flinch.

"Stop it." Harry demanded.

"Let go of me." Draco snapped.

"Then stop."

"Fucking let me GO!"

Harry did as he was commanded, and then Draco turned to face him, a fire in his eyes.

"You think you've figured me out by now, right? Well you HAVEN'T, Potter! We're not FRIENDS, let along dating! The kiss was stupid-"

"It wasn't stupid!"

"And I-... what? What do you mean 'it wasn't stupid'?" Draco demanded, caught off guard.

"If you'd stop taking everything so offensively, I would." Harry cried. "I'd love to talk to you, but I don't want to yell, alright? I don't have to energy right now."

Draco swallowed. "Fine... I'll stop it... Talk."

"That kiss..." Harry began, stopping slightly, with a sorrowed look to his eyes. "I know I ran away afterwards but... It was because I was scared... Not because I didn't like you. I've been trying to tell you for a fucking week, but you've been acting like such an idiot, I couldn't get a word in edgewise! Okay, so, I like you. There!" he cried, his heart-beat entirely too unsteady.

Draco, too, looked nervous and unsure. "Potter-"

"Please... call me Harry, now..." he pleaded.

"...Harry... it was a kiss... It wasn't anything more... I'm not a good person, and you're expecting me to change. I can't change-"

"You don't have to change." Harry said, swallowing tightly. "I wouldn't like you so much if you didn't act like you do."

"Stop getting all girly on me, Pot-... Harry." said Draco. "I hate that. I hate mushy shit. I hate 'I love you'... I hate it all. So, just stop being sentimental, and act like yourself... that's all I ask."

"Alright." Harry said, and then made sure they were alone in the corridor. "So, does that mean I have to initiate the first move, or do I have to ask you to kiss me?"

Draco grinned, and lightly pressed his lips against Harry's, gently caressing his cheek with one hand, and drawing circles on his back with the other.

Neither of them were aware of the hazel eyes gazing upon them.

He burst open the doors to the Hospital Wing, causing the teachers and staff to jump. "Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey said. "I don't think you need to be-"

He pushed past her and hurried to his boyfriends side, grabbing his hand tightly, a hopeful look in his eyes.

He then noticed, however, the hand in his was cold, and his body was stiff.

He wouldn't be awaking at that moment.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "I thought you said he was waking up..?"

"Indeed, we did say that." Dumbledore stated, rubbing his long beard. "But it seems he's been poisoned. You may have to wait a little longer, Mr. Potter."

"A little longer? It's already been two weeks!..." Harry took a deep breath to steady himself. "You're sure he's going to be okay, though, right?"

"Well..." Madame Pomfrey began. "Poisons I can deal with, and though this one isn't a very toxic one, it's been in his system for a long time. I'm not going to promise you he'll be okay, but the odds of him waking up are very significant."

Harry nodded, slowly. "Alright... I guess... will you come and get me, if he does wake up?...And how long do you think it will be?"

"Anywhere from a day, to a month."

Harry sighed. Please, God... He thought. "Thank you, professor... Madame Pomfrey..."

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"If he doesn't wake up soon, I'm going to go insane." Harry said to himself, glancing at his calendar. "Three more days, and his month is over... God, just three... If he doesn't wake up anytime during them I'll lose him... Please, God, don't let me lose him..."

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Authors Note: I'm SO sorry about my long time period between updates!! I don't know what happened to me, I just lost track of time! I know this chapter contains major suckage, but I'm just trying to get into more into Harry's head about how much he cares about Draco.

I really have no idea where to go with this, so consider this story on MAJOR hiatus.

LOVE to all my reviewers.