Sanguinolentus- Blood stained


IV-

"Harry's been gone for a week. Seven long days..." Ginny whispered, curling up next to Hermione. They were in the girl's dormitory, though lately due to the lack of prefects those rules no longer implied. Hermione wrapped her arm around Ginny, comforting her.
"I miss him. But you know how things are now... we... we have to be strong. For the D.A." She felt Ginny nod.
"But-"
"Hermione, can we talk?" Hermione jumped at the sound, looking up. Ron was leaning on the doorway looking forlorn against the vibrant red walls of the Gryffindor common room. Hermione nodded and looked at Ginny. She understood the message and left quickly, head bowed.

"What is it?"
"I miss Harry too." Ron whispered.
"You could've-"
"No. I can't let Ginny know. But I miss him. And..." He ruffled his hair.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione stood up quickly, wrapping him in a tight embrace. He blushed immediately though returned the warm hug. She buried her head against his ginger hair, eyes closing slowly.
"What if he's dead..." He whispered, voice tight. "What if they've been torturing him this entire time? It's... it's all my fault!"


Draco was asleep. Harry hated when he was awake but when Draco was asleep it was so much worse. Draco twitched and writhed in unfelt pain, leaving Harry to endure his cries of agony. When he was awake, he suppressed such things. But sleeping... Harry covered his ears, back turned. He often fell asleep in this position, often only to be awakened by a shrill cry or wordless shrieks.

A knock resounded. Harry grabbed his cloak, throwing it over himself just as the door opened. He bowed his head, covering his face.
It was Wormtail.
"You have an order from Master. He wanted me to make sure you were doing your job." His voice was full of importance, his sniveling cowardice reserved only for his lord. "It seems to be clean." He paused before reaching the door. "You'd better be feeding him. Oh, and you're to clean him and do whatever he says. He is Master's pet and you are a lowly slave. Also, if you aren't to do this, Master himself will turn you into an inferius... though I'm sure you already had realized that by now!" Pettigrew laughed and the urge to ram him in the soft spot at the back of the neck with an eight ball filled Harry's mind. He could just see the wretched man crumpling to the ground, tears in his eyes.

Instead he simply nodded and Pettigrew smirked, leaving quickly.

Draco stirred, brow furrowed. He sat up sullenly, hands folded in his lap.
"You're not to lay a hand on me, got that Potter?" Then, under his breath, Harry caught the words, "... clean me like some animal..." He blushed and grimaced, trying to shove the repulsive image from him mind. He had evidently heard the entire conversation. Just how well did he sleep? Draco groaned. "Why are you here anyway?" He caught his breath, flinching, obviously feeling another pang in his side.
"Ron." Harry whispered, surprised. Draco laughed and Harry stiffened, voice cold. "It's not like it was his fault. It's all Voldemort's fault! He-" But he stopped talking as he noticed Draco was shaking. Harry could visibly see something was wrong. His lips were pressed together, eyes wide. "Was it Voldemort? Something I said?" Draco clenched his eyes shut then, shaking his head. He was gritting his teeth, nails digging into his palms. Finally he twisted back, screaming. Harry fell backwards, surprised, and Draco continued to wail.

Harry ran up to him. He was holding his stomach, screaming and twisting on the sheets. Hesitating, he put his hands on Draco's shoulder's, pushing him down into the bed. He made comforting noises, trying to drown out Draco's screams.
"Malfoy! Concentrate! Concentrate on me. Look at me!" Draco opened his eyes, malice glittering beneath them. "That's it." But Draco threw back his head again and screamed louder. All of a sudden the screeching was cut off and Draco was simply trembling. The screaming was almost better for now he appeared to be in more pain than before. Too much to even speak. "Malfoy!" Harry's fists tightened on his shoulders. What if he dies? What will happen to me? What should I do!
"...press- pressure..." Draco managed to choke out. Harry understood. Draco usually would curl into a ball, pushing against his stomach. But he couldn't move... so that meant Harry had to- "...hurry...!" Draco moaned, sweat breaking on his forehead. "It hurts..." He moaned softly.

Harry pulled himself onto Draco's bed, still holding onto his shoulders. He lay against Draco, pushing all his weight against him. He felt a strange whirring sensation as he held himself against Draco. The feeling came from deep within Draco's stomach. Harry pushed deeper onto him, blushing slightly. This is so strange... it's like I'm dreaming.

Draco sighed, eyes clenched shut with pain. But his breathing was already regulating itself, the creases in his brow already relaxing. He finally blacked-out with a small sigh of relief.

Harry didn't know what to do. The whirring sensation continued however, and so Harry remained, lying on top of his sworn enemy, stomach against stomach.