Length:2,099 words (to this chapter)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, they're all Rowling.
Status: WIP
A/N: I hope you'll like it, if not – tell me why and I'll try to improve myself. Enjoy :)
And I'm sorry if my French is messed up – I'm not orientation in this language…
Chapter 4
Thoughts. They're come and go. Come and go.
But not this one; this thought was haunting him since he start cutting. I don't wanna die like that.
Fortunately, the cutting didn't kill him, but just made him bleed and he didn't lose too much blood either.
He thought for some ways, he disqualifies the possibility of hanging himself or garrote, it was too painfully. He didn't want more pain, he want to die fast and painless.
So he thought on poison, too quick to even try to think about the pain. But where the hell he gonna get this? Snape is very wary to his potion collection, and there is no way he gonna get this before caught.
Draco was right now at the Astronomy Tower, the highest tower on Hogwarts, and watches the setting sun. It is so beautiful…
A few yards away from him, he saw someone ride on a broomstick in the Quidditch pitch. Harry Potter, can it be more obvious?
He was flying so… graceful, like that was his nature. It is. He remind to himself.
But never mind him… I'm here for seeing the sun. Setting. And that's it. No Potter.
On the ground, he saw two students laughing and running from each other. That made him sad.
Even here he had have to watch this painfully statement of him without nobody. It was too much, again.
Suddenly he was on the edge of the tower gap in the wall, ready to jump.
He closed his eyes, as a tear came out, and drop on his cheek.
One last look he saw the beautiful orange-pink tint of the sun, and another to the kids on the grass, and the – now empty – pitch. And jump.
He saw scared it'll be painful landing, as the wind blew his loose hair, is it the end? My end?
But then, it all stops. Like someone holding him.
Hey! Someone IS holding him. Now he had been sat on something long and thin. A broomstick. He was too scared to even realize that he was safe again. But by who?
Right now his eyes were too tearfully to see, and when he turned around to see who saved him he saw swirl of blur black and paleness, maybe even green where the eyes supposed to be.
Draco cries. He didn't care that the student saw – to all he's care he could throw him from the broomstick to the ground. Must be Potter, he was flying the previously moment.
A hand came behind his back and fastens him to Potter's chest, and the blond didn't care, he felt some relief that someone was felt caring on him; it was so nice and comforting.
They were landing, and Potter asks, "Why did you do that? His voice was full with concerned, and maybe sadness too. But why? Why were he saved him again? And after he told him that he wishes he'll die! What was going on? He must ask.
"Why do you care? Why do you do this?" he asks with hoarse voice.
"I just… do." The raven hair answered.
Without thinking, he said, "you think because you're the boy-who-fucking-lived you can do whatever you want? Stop saving me!" furious he runs away. To the forest. He didn't know what a big mistake he just done by it.
Running as fast as he could into the forbidden forest, don't looking back. More tears appear when he realized what he just cause, also, he didn't know where to go; he never was in the forest again after the detention in first year.
Then, in a glade he saw a few figures – maybe they could help him, but when he saw the figures from closer he saw they wear a Death Eater robes.
Oh My Fucking God, what the hell Death Eaters doing at Hogwarts!
Before he could run away, one of the Death Eaters saw him. Shit.
"Oh, look at that; isn't it Draco Malfoy, the little fuck who rebel his own father. Poor Lucius he have this ungrateful brat as a son." Say one of them. How the hell they know? But… wait a minute, I know that voice…
"What do you guys think about some little punishment for him?" the Death Eater continue. Isn't it Theodore Nott's voice?
Alarming, he starts turn around and run, but a bigger one (who look exactly like Crabbe or Goyle) hold him in place and tie him to some chains that weren't there before.
"Live me alone!" Draco screams. Who know what they have in their distort mind?
The only respond was a cold laugh.
"Well, I don't think so…" Said Millicent Bulstrode's voice.
And then, there was pain everywhere. A pain he couldn't escape, never. It was the Cruciatus curse.
Without controlling, he screams and yells. He didn't want them to hear him, but he couldn't control that, it also seems they thought the same as him, because they cast 'Silencios' on him, so nobody will hear him.
I wish Potter will be here to help me… it so fucking hurt. Why do they do it? Why aren't live him alone? MARLIN STOP IT! It hurt even more then his father's 'cause now it's few…
A few tears drop from his eyes.
It seems like eternity, but finally it was over, but they start to beet him. Hard. Two figures that seem like Crabbe and Goyle fall upon him and kick him. He felt something broke, maybe bone. But it was like he wasn't there, like it wasn't happening to him. And then that was over too. Where's Harry? He thought to unconsciousness.
The next time he opens his eyes he saw white, and hears voices.
"I was in the forest to take care on some little beast and visit a few Centaurs, when I found him, Ma'am." Said a deep voice, like this Hagrid thing.
"Did you saw someone getting out from the forest, Hagrid?" a new voice, was Potter here?
"Err, no. I went to the forest sometime near ten, I didn't saw anyone."
"But I saw him last at six and a half…" murmur Potter, somewhere near him.
He heard tsk-ing. "Well, from what I see here he have his rib and left arm broken – nothing I can't cure. I think his cut on the lip wouldn't live a scar. Also, I think he had been cast on Cruciatus curse. Who knew… and on Hogwarts grounds! Albus wouldn't be happy, I need to report him, now, will you?" Said Pomfrey's voice.
So I do have broken something… He didn't want to move until Pomfrey live, so now is the perfect time, but this Hagrid…
"Well, I'll go now, Harry, have a good night." Say the half-giant.
"Yeah… good night to you too." Said Potter's very close voice.
"Don't stay here too late, Harry." Said the other, and after that was a sound of closing door.
Now. Draco open his eyes, to his luck, it was night; so the room wasn't so shining.
"You wake up," said the raven-hair from his right, he look like he just cry. But why? Was it because of me? Am I that important to him? Is it 'cause of that why he saved me all the times? Of course not. Delete this ridiculous thought.
"Yeah…" he croaks. He needs water. Then Potter gives him glass of water. "Thank you." He said politely after he drank.
Potter sighs and sat near him. "You worry me." He admits.
Draco was surprised. "Am I?"
"Well, err, yes." He put his hand on Draco's. it felt a little weird, but in a nice way. Like someone actually care about him.
Draco smile. "Thank you." But the curiosity… "But why? All this years we were rivals; you hate me and I hate you. Why would you care about me all of a sudden?" God I know how to complicate the things… why can I just shut up and let the things just be?
Potter catches his eyes with his own. "I don't hate you – I never had. I thought you hate me, after you ask me for friendship…" is he blushing? "Err… I'm sorry about that; it's just that people I met tell me not so things about you and about Slytherin." Why is he apologizing? He don't need to… "Err… then I thought, if you hate me, then what I can do – I had been sorted to Gryffindor – I had to 'cooperate' with you, I had a duty as a Gryffindor, that what I was supposed to do. Why were you hated me?"
Draco was in a dilemma. Tell him or not to tell? Well, of course to tell; this is your bloody opportunity! "It was all fakes." He swallows. "I had to do it because of my father…" he shivered from the thought of his father.
"Well then, why did you stop?" the curiosity…
"Because I… I don't want to be like that…" the blonde's eyes were tearfully again. "I want to be myself… to prove Lucius that I can be who I want to be, and that I don't need his stupid punishment…" he start to sob. It hurt him to talk about it. Harry came closer and hugged him. "It's okay now. He's not here. I am here. I'll protect you." He cooed.
Oh My God! Is he hugging me? Nobody do that but mummy when I was little…
"I don't want to come back to the manor. He's there… he'll punish me…"
"How punish? Ask Harry.
Draco didn't want to answer that, and turned his head to the side. But he need to. "Most of the punishments he cast on me Cruciatus, and sometimes he flogging me… there were a few times he used to break some of my bones and then he gave me a potion to cure it… and that hurts… and he do that again.. And again…" at that he actually cry, and sob. "He holds me in the dungeon for weeks… and its dark… he imprisons me there without food or drink…" he continues to cry on Harry's chest. Harry strokes his back in a comforting way that made Draco feel better.
"Yeah, I notice how paler you are, and how thinner…" he capture Draco's head and look straight into his eyes. "I swear, when the battle will come, I'll kill the man." Draco saw hoe serious and honest Harry is and smile. Well yeah, Lucius is his father, but Draco didn't ascribe him as one. "Thank you," he said to the brunette. "I mean it, nobody but you, since my mom… murdered… do what you're doing. And I appreciate you for that." He lowered his head.
Harry's finger raised his head, and their head were so close to each other, that Draco thought that Harry's gonna kiss him. To his surprise he didn't care if he did, and even feel a little disappointment when Harry just said "Your welcome and it's not because I'm 'Le Monsieur Doit Sauver Le Monde' thing. It because I want to, Okay?"
Didn't know that he knows French…
But before Draco could answers, Madam Pomfrey interapt. "Oh! You're awake! Mr. Potter, why didn't you tell me about it?" Pomfrey was demand.
"Err… I-"
"-Never mind, now, you, Mr. Malfoy – drinks this, and this, and those two." Said the nurse and gave him four potions that didn't look very tasty.
"Eww…" Draco murmur when he looked at green-brownish potion. Pomfrey didn't look very happy about his declaration. "Well, drink them!"
Draco looks at Harry, like he should save him from that. The Gryffindor just shrugged and said with a smirk, "You should drink them, I know its have a horrible taste, but it'll help you, I promise you that."
Fuck. Its looks like someone's vomit… a swallow. Well, I guess I should drink it. And as fast as I could.
He plugged his nose, and in last look at Harry he drank the green-brownish potion. And after that Pomfrey just push into his hand the other three. The last one; dark purple – a dreamless potion, start his act. That wasn't so bad after all… just need a glass of water after them…
Draco yawns, and turns to Harry. He didn't like the idea of sleeping here alone. "Harry," the raven-hair looked surprised to the use of his first name. Draco blush. "Can you please stay here with me?" another yawn. Please say yes… please say yes…
Harry smiled. "Okay." He sat again in his chair and held Draco's hand, the blond fell asleep.
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A/N:
Well, again, I do hope that you're like it; I know it's not much, but for now that what I'm able to…
I want to ask you, if there's anything you'll like to be in this fanfic, and I'll try to add it if it appropriate.
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