Disclaimer: Sh'yeah, not mine at all. I don't claim to own any of the characters, and as such...don't think I do. Blah blah blah.
Notes: Oh God. . It's been a few months, hasn't it? Oh yes. Does school ever EAT YOU and then refuse to spit you out? Well, that happened. It sucks, but it was partially inevitable. Hugs and kisses to those who have reviewed. Chu!
Chapter 1
"You're one to talk, Potter. I've seen Trolls looking better than you."
He spat the words out with their usual sense of malice, but they were half-hearted at best. Harry could see it too, it seemed. The blonde was rewarded with little more than an eye roll and something unfamiliar in Harry's eyes. It made him oddly uncomfortable, not knowing what was going on behind those sparkling emeralds. Then again, he was uncomfortable not being able to know what was going on anywhere, especially with himself and people around him. The blackouts were getting more frequent now, but he was sure that was from lack of blood. It was only now, getting lost in his own thoughts, that Draco noticed Harry had fallen silence, gaping at the already blood-soaked bandages. Goddamnit…
The blonde felt his cheeks flush an angry red with shame.
"What the fuck are you doing in the lavatory if you've got insomnia, Potter?"
He snapped out sharply, wincing at nearly the same moment as the throbbing began in the back of his head. Another headache? He always got them after nights like these…stress, Madame Pomfrey had told him. She'd seemed a bit skeptical at his explanation of the bruises littering his arms, however. Not that she'd go against his word, mind you…his father had the wheels of justice greased a little too smoothly for anyone to be suspicious. Once again, his mind was wandering. Fortunately, he was pulled out of his stupor by the sound of Harry's voice, sounding rather sheepish.
"I needed to pee."
"…Oh."
Draco felt stupid, now. He bit down hard on his lip and then gave a bit of a smirk, crossing his arms over the front of his chest and acting rather protective of himself.
"Well, now that you've done that you can leave, can't you?"
His voice was oddly coarse, and he was still holding himself in that careful, motherly manner, his arms wrapped about his waist.
"Actually, I must insist that you leave."
Harry was a little confused, but thought nothing of it. This was much more like the Draco he'd grown used to, and even if he was slightly concerned for the blonde, he was glad to see something familiar. The dark-haired boy turned on his heels and left the room, deciding to get a glass of warm milk to soothe him. That sort of thing worked, didn't it? As soon as Harry had disappeared around the corner of the baths, Draco too left the room, hurrying down the corridor towards the Slytherin commons.
Final Notes:A gold star for anyone who can guess what's wrong with Draco. :D And my admiration, of course.