Chapter Four: You're Welcome

Beep! Beep!
Harry awoke to the sound of his watch. For a moment, he forgot where he was, but quickly remembered as he looked at the sleeping form next to him. He looks so serene and harmless, Harry thought as he studied Draco. He looked at his watch.... 6:37am.. He quickly put on his shoes and school robes and dashed to the Gryffindor dormitories.
Ron and Hermione' will be worried! he thought as he skidded to a halt in front of the portrait. "Pepper Imp!" he yelled, and dashed into the common room- only to find it completely empty. A part of him was disappointed, another part relieved. He wouldn't have to answer about where he's been. He slowly trotted up to his dormitory, hoping to get in a few hours of sleep. Once inside, he glanced over to Ron's bed, to find not only Ron, but Hermione wrapped in his arms. He felt a pang of jealousy. They hadn't even noticed he was gone, his own best friend didn't realize he was gone for hours. Its like no one even cares about me anymore... He climbed into bed, closed his hangings, and cast a silencing charm. Feeling anxious he reached his hand beneath the mattress. "Where is it???" A hard, sharp object scraped against his palm, he grabbed it and brought it out from underneath his mattress. His knife.
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Draco rushed to the quidditch pitch. Of course he wouldn't wake me up! He wouldn't want me to beat him! Draco thought. As he neared the pitch the Slytherins landed their brooms. Blaise was, most unfortunately, captain.

Oh this is just grand, he thought as he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I thought I made it clear that you don't come near me anymore Malfoy!" Blaise spat, throwing his broom carelessly to the ground. He strode towards Draco in two swift steps and pushed him down.
"It's quidditch practice, I haven't a choice, Zabini." Draco replied, equally angered. He stood up and brushed the dirt off his robes.
Blaise kneed Draco in the groin and pushed him over. Draco was taken by surprise and groaned in pain. The rest of the team circled around him and took turns. Finally after twenty minutes or so, they tired of it.
"If I were you Malfoy, and thank the gods I'm not, I'd resign from the team!" Blaise warned with one last kick.
Draco pushed him self up onto the ground and tried to steady himself. His nose, mouth, and various parts of his body were all bloodied. He picked up his bag and took out the invisibility cloak Harry left in their room and draped it over himself. So as not to be questioned. He staggered back to the room. For the second time in Draco's life he sobbed. He felt so weak, like his whole world has been turned upside down. What happened to Blaise...? was his last coherent thought before he passed out.

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Harry decided to skip lunch, in the Great Hall. He stopped by the kitchen on his way to see Malfoy.
It was the loyal hero in Harry that made him want to be Malfoys companion. It was also due to the fact that he was lonely.

As he stepped inside the room he noticed Malfoy was sleeping. As he approached the sofa, he saw the dried blood all over his face and hands. Harry gasped. What the fuck?! Oh my god..... The food he was carrying crashed to the floor as he ran over to Draco and shook his shoulders franticly. "Malfoy!! Malfoy!! Oh my god... "
Draco blinked a few times to focus his vision. He ached all over.. why is he moving? "P-Potter?"
"What the hell happened to you?" Harry demanded his eyes wide with concern.

Draco looked down shamefully. "Blaise."
"Why didn't you do anything? Like ohh I don't know.. defend yourself?" Harry asked sarcasticly, angry that Draco would let himself be beaten by a bunch of slimy gits. Well he is one too..

"It doesn't matter. It's done now, Potter."
"You should go to Madam Pompfrey, Malfoy." Harry suggested, gesturing to his wounds.
"Yeah, and then I'll have the wonderful opportunity of explaining to her how I was a victim of a bully attack. And hey, while we're at it, lets make pamphlets!" Draco rolled his eyes, Stupid Gryffindor.

Harry looked offended. "I was just trying to help." You stubborn git.

Draco felt a pang of guilt when he saw Harry's saddened and concerned face. "I-I..." Way to go Draco, ruin the only potential friendship you've got...
Harry walked to the bathroom, wet a towel with warm water, and brought it out to Draco. "Here."
Draco winced as he grabbed the towel, it stung the cuts in his hands. Harry took it back and began to wipe off Draco's face in a gentle manner. Draco looked away, feeling helpless and weak like a child. Harry grimaced, How can one man's life change so greatly during one summer?

"Thank you." Draco whispered, looking down as one lone tear escaped the shelter of his eyes.

"You're welcome."

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A/N: I am SO sorry for the long long long time that I have not updated. Please don't hate me .
Was it worth the wait? Review! And by the way, I rewrote the last three chapters.. check it out if you'd like.