Sanguinolentus- Blood stained


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Draco opened his eyes slowly. Harry's head lay on his shoulder, his breathing deep. His eyes shot open but he remained still, heart beating fast. Harry Potter, his enemy, remained with him all night... watching over him... making sure he wasn't in pain. And now that he thought about it, his stomach only panged slightly, a dull throb compared to the other three vile weeks of hell. But this was- Draco blushed, frowning. He shook his shoulder. Harry grunted, turning over, his cheek now against Draco's chest. Enough was enough!
"Potter!" Draco hissed. "Potter!" Harry mumbled and his eyes fluttered. All of a sudden his eyes shot open, reeling backwards and falling sideways off the bed.
"Sorry! I must've... sorry..." He remained on the floor, hand on his head. He took a deep breath. "Did it help?" He saw Draco look away from the corner of his eye, then nod slowly.
"I..." He reddened, still not looking at Harry. "Thanks." He whispered.
"What's wrong with you anyway? Why are you his pet! Why are you here!" Harry finally said, his voice loud and shaking. He kneeled next to the bed, hands clutching the covers. "What's going to happen, Malfoy? What!"
Draco still didn't answer, eyes shifted to the wall, face red with misery.
"It's none of your bus-" He hunched over, face twisted in pain. His arms went immediately around his stomach and a thin scream escaped his lips. Immediately Harry was on the bed, hands holding Draco down, who resisted. "Get off- oh!" He cried out again, tears rushing to his eyes. The pain was worse than anything he had experienced... the potion was finally beginning the final phase. Harry pressed against him, eyes watching Draco's face. He lowered himself onto Draco, cringing at the thought of his own actions. And yet, he wanted to stop this. All of this. It was too much.

When they were finally settled, Harry sighed. There cheeks were mere inches apart, heads facing the opposite direction. Both were blushing madly, clearly uncomfortable. But it didn't hurt. A dull ache and a strange feeling, like muscle cramps and irritations were all Draco could feel. Bliss compared to the other sensation he could be feeling.

For a long time, they didn't speak.


"How are we going to save Harry?"
"Save him? Are you-" Ron stopped himself, lowering his eyes. Ginny looked like she was about to break. She had clearly had enough.
"I want to see him. You want to see him- we all do! Why can't we save him?" Hermione piped in then,
"Ginny..." She said softly. "We would if we could. If only we could... but we don't know where he is... if he's even..." She tore her eyes from Ginny's, misery encompassing her. Neville cleared his throat, face red and eyes puffy.
"Maybe... he'll-" Then his eyes lightened. "Hedwig."
"What?"
"Neville you're a genius!" Hermione jumped up and Neville continued, a renewed hope glittering in his eyes.
"We could send a letter to Hedwig to deliver to Harry! She always knows... always knew! She's so smart she'll find him! Right guys?" Ginny nodded, tears brimming in her eyes.
"I hope we find him!" But Ron shook his head.
"It's too dangerous." They all turned to look at Ron and he hesitated, afraid to speak. But he had to let them know what was on his mind, even if it meant losing hope once more.
"If Harry receives a letter when he's... I don't know..." He looked down. "Being tortured... it'll cause trouble for him. They'll read his letter- you know they will. And they'll discover he's Harry. They'll know." He paused, looking into their eyes for clarity. Finding none, he continued. "Plus they'll hurt Hedwig. Maybe even kill her. It's lucky we still even have Hedwig. After Voldemort decided to destroy all forms of communication and every thing... Sending an owl's too risky."
"You're right, Ron." Hermione whispered softly. "I guess I knew that but..." She stood, walking into the dormitory, shutting the door behind her. Ron bit his lip, worry creasing his brow.
"I'm going to talk to her. Class starts in about fifteen minutes though so..." He gulped, standing up to go speak to Hermione.
"It's Voldemort..." Draco whispered. A long time had passed. He wasn't even sure if Harry was still awake. But he heard him shift, moving his head over.
"What?"
"... Voldemort is..." He paused, voice small. Harry could feel him shaking and grew nervous. What if stress created problems in his condition? What was his condition though?
"You can tell me." Harry whispered, trying to relieve his anxiety. Draco exhaled loudly and turned his head to meet Harry's eyes. They were close, noses almost touching, eyes locked.
"He wants a son." He said simply, eyes hard. He turned his head away again, not wanting to see the look of horror in Harry's eyes.

"You're his son?" Draco couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
"If only it were that."
"Then... what do you mean?" Harry heard him take a deep breath, turning his head again to look at Harry.
"I'm to give him a son." This time Draco watched to make sure Harry understood.

He did.

Harry reeled, throwing himself off the bed and grabbing the edge of the dresser. He retched, shaking, eyes wide in disbelief and shock. He crumpled to his knees, back turned to Draco.
The thought entered his head again, of Voldemort- He retched again, hands now on the floor to stabilize himself. He stood slowly, using the dresser for support, and slowly walked to the opposite end of the room. There he slid against the wall until he sat, staring up at the ceiling, eyes clouded.
Draco grimaced, lip trembling. He hadn't expected his reaction to be that bad. He turned his head away from Harry. Pain consumed him and he allowed the searing agony to take him once more into darkness.