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Draco's thoughts
Harry slumped in his seat at the Gryffindor table, ignoring both his friends attempts to coax him into eating and the cheerful babble of laughter and talk from the other students. Fatigue and horror shadowed his usually bright eyes, and he laid his head in his arms, finding refuge from the unwanted concern and sympathy hinted in Hermione's and Ron's eyes in the cool, dark space created by his folded arms on the table. In the space Harry had made, he felt himself relax, shoulders shedding their tension visibly. In his state of calm, he barely heard the flurry of wings that signified the arrival of the post owls, nor the rustle of paper being opened and smoothed out. However, not even the depths of his shade induced reverie, could ignore the startled gasps that sounded from the students, nor the wailing sobs of a student that rose, growing louder and louder, into a crescendo that reverberated of the enchanted ceiling. Looking up, eyes bleary, Harry saw a young girl with honey coloured plaits trailing down her back run from the room, tears streaking her face. From the corner of his eye, he noticed someone rise from the Slytherin table and, curiously, turned to face the table fully, registered that it was Amaya. Her hand was seized by a faintly flushing Draco, but she pulled her hand away. He reached up and kissed her in an attempt to distract her from her concern, before she pushed him back down and slipped from the hall. As Draco looked up in annoyance, his gaze met Harry's
A raging fire ignited in previously dull eyes. For once, his jealousy towards Draco was forgotten as Harry stalked across the room, grey eyes watching him warily. Draco gulped in fear as he saw the pure fury on Harry's face. He knows. A well aimed punch threw him from the bench. Screams and yells reverberated from the Slytherin corner of the room as Harry pinned Draco to the floor, punching every part of him he could reach, oblivious to all; the shrieks from other students, Draco's yells of pain, the shouts from his friends, someone trying to drag him away. Harry was oblivious to all except the urge, need to bruise and bleed and hurt. To hurt him for his crime. To make him hurt as he was hurting. In that one moment when their eyes met, Harry became judge, jury and executioner, and he would be damned if Draco didn't pay for his crime. A distant part of his mind registered that he no longer felt the scrabbling of hands on him which signified people trying to drag him away, but he was far too interested in punishing Draco to mind.
Exhaustion was settling on his mind. The lack of sleep and effort on his body to keep Draco from reaching his wand or hitting him back while simultaneously beating him bloody was beginning to show on his body. Then he felt soft, gentle yet strong hands seize his and slowly, surely pulling him away from Draco, before slender arms wrapped around his waist, holding him firm. Harry slumped into the embrace and let his weariness overcome him. Yet he found his voice before darkness swamped him.
'Murderer.' Draco looked up into the shocked face of his rescuer and winced before darkness too claimed him. Amaya stood, still holding Harry, all anger wiped from her face by shock and suspicious puzzlement.
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