Chapter 3

Hurtful for me

Draco was speechless, all he could o was gasp and not his head. Harry then proceeded to slip on of the rings onto Draco's finger giving him the opportunity to look at the detail. There was a large snake with the word Slytherin written underneath it, above was two letters. D.M Harry had obviously seen Draco running his finger over them as he said.

" Those are your initials, there is a space next to them so we can have a P engraved, then your name will be Draco Malloy Potter."

At this Draco let out a delighted giggle and pulled Harry up into a loving hug. However when he saw the trickle of blood running down Harry's hand his mood changed immediately.

" You've been doing it again haven't you, you have I can see the blood on your hand running down from your sleeve. I can see the cashes if I look up your sleeve."

Draco looked angrily from Harry's piercing green eyes and towards the floor trying desperately to stem the anger. That's when a glint next to Harry's shoe caught his eye. Draco bent down and picked up a small shining blade with dried blood across the sharp edge.

" You used this didn't you? Don't shake our head I saw the blood on your hand and there is blood on this."

As he said this he reached down and grabbed Harry's wrist, as he was about to pull up the sleeve of Harry's robe he felt a sharp blow on the side of his face. Having landed in a heap on the floor he raised his head and looked up into Harry's eyes. Feeling his high defined now throbbing cheekbone. Removing his hand he saw blood running underneath his nails. Harry was standing in front of him, fists clenched and teeth gritted together. Draco saw that the Gryffindor ring he was wearing had one blood splattered corner, evidently the one that had hit Draco. As the boy's eyes followed the billowing red robes out of the door he broke down into tears sobbing into his robes still in a heap on the floor.

That night when all was quiet Draco who still had not tended to his cut face slid from the lonely dorm. He had to go somewhere because the loneliness crushed him inside and he couldn't stand it. Harry had not returned that evening so he would not know. Draco crept quieter than ever down the corridor towards the dungeons. When he arrived at the door he listened for any voices coming from inside, when he herd none he straightened out his robes and knocked four times before walking through the door. He knew the place well and so proceeded through the dungeon classroom and into the office that he also knew well. There in an armchair by the fire. Wearing rocker boots, ripped jeans and a torn T-Shirt hair pulled back into a ponytail was Severus Snape.

" Draco, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help?"

The by broke down in the doorway, sobbing into his hands.

" I can't find Harry, he's gone. He hit me and now he's gone." for once Snape actually looked concerned before setting his face back to his Norman careless grimace.

" He hit you did he? I suppose that's why he came running in here after nearly slitting his wrists."

" Oh." Gasped Malfoy looking up from his tear stained hands.

" Mr Malfoy shall I take a look at that nasty cut on your face."

"Yes sir."

Draco stood and walked forward towards his potions master who also stood. When Draco was in front of him Snape bent his head to look closer at the cut on Draco's face. One of his slender hands was on Draco's cheek gently rubbing its thumbs across the gash the other on the back of Draco's neck. The blonde haired boy knew the moment had come, forgetting all his past troubles with Snape he quickly wrapped his hands around the back of Snapes head and through the greasy ponytail pulling his head closer submitting to Snapes past torture passionately kissing the man he loathed for so long. The potions master instantly responded and pulled himself closer, sending his body into a passionate turmoil he had never felt before