Vengeance and St. Mungo's

Harry walked down the stairs to the dungeons where he had last seen Blaise Zabini. But with his luck, he was not there anymore. Harry found a second year Slytherin who was present when Draco was thrown down the stairs.

"Where is he?" he asked the second year in a dangerous tone.

"w-w-who?" stammered the Slytherin.

"Zabini." growled Harry.

"I think he went to the library." Was the reply.

Harry let the boy down and he crashed to the floor. He hadn't even noticed that he had lifted the smaller boy up to his level. But he didn't care. All he cared about was finding Zabini and hurting him, badly.

When he reached the library, he didn't pay any attention to the students that jumped out of his way or why. His vision was red with rage and his mind did not function properly. He didn't care why the student's looked so scared. He didn't even care if he killed Zabini when he found him.

Harry found him in the back of the library with a book in his lap. Harry's mind registered that the book in the other boy's lap was about vampires but he didn't give a damn. He ripped the book from Zabini's grip and threw it on the table.

"Hey!" the other boy screamed and seemed to get ready to jump Harry but stopped at the last second and paled.

"Hello, Zabini." Harry said calmly. "You were reading about vampire's right? Yeah, I know you were. You should know that a vampire does everything within their power to protect their mate, right?"

The other boy nodded slowly, like he was afraid of making any sudden movements. Almost as though he thought Harry was a wild animal that would attack him if he did. He wasn't all wrong which he knew all too well after three years of research on vampires. Why did he have to loose his temper on a vampire's mate?

"Then why, Zabini? Why did you have to go and throw Draco down the stairs? You must have known that I would come after you."

Blaise just nodded again. Yes, he had known. And yes, he had still done it. Seeing the boy he loved in the arms of Potter had made him loose what ever temper he still had after Transfiguration's.

"Now I have to hurt you."

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Madame Pomfrey watched as the blonde on the bed started to wake up. He groaned and covered his eyes with an arm. She quickly dimmed the lights in the Hospital wing and the blonde lowered his arm.

"Harry?" he whispered in a harsh tone like he hadn't spoken in days.

"It's alright, darling. Just rest for a while. I'm sure he will be here soon." the nurse said soothingly.

But it didn't help the blonde. He shot up to a sitting position and started to search the room for the emerald eyed boy.

"Where is Harry?" he asked, but she didn't answer. "Where is he!"

"Mr. Malfoy, if you do not calm down this instant, I will put you in a body-bind until Mr. Potter comes back." she threatened and the blonde immediately lay back down on the bed.

He burrowed his head in the pillow and started crying silently. It hurt to be away from Harry. It hurt his heart and his mind was screaming for Harry to come back. But he knew that his mate could not hear him. He was in a state of pure rage and ignored everything except his revenge.

"Harry. I want Harry. I just want Harry." he mumbled over and over.

Madam Pomfrey got worried when the blonde started chanting the Gryffindors name and saying that he wanted him. She got up from the chair and out the Hospital wing to find someone that could find Potter. She grabbed the first student she spotted. Luna Lovegood.

"Find Harry Potter and bring him here, right now!" the nurse said sharply.

"Nobody wants to get close to him, Madam Pomfrey!" the girl said in a horrified tone.

"Why not?" she asked.

"He's all... mean. Wigged out and everything!" Luna replied.

"Oh dear! He won't hurt you, Luna. Get close to him and tell him that Draco needs him."

"What! Are you crazy?" the girl screamed.

"He won't hurt you! He will only hurt you if you try to stop him. Scream at him! Do everything you can, but don't try and stop him from hurting who ever it is he's after!"

Luna nodded after a few seconds.

"Good, now go!" the nurse said urgently.

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"Harry!" he heard somebody scream as he flung Zabini in to the wall.

"Harry! What is going on here!" he was asked.

"Vengeance." Harry said before throwing the limp body into the wall once more.

Then there was another voice. Screaming at him to stop, to listen. But he couldn't. How could he? This bastard had hurt his mate!

"Draco needs you!" The sentence hit Harry like a sledgehammer in the gut and he abandoned Zabini's limp body on the floor and turned towards the voice. Luna.

"What do you mean?" he asked worriedly.

"I don't know. Madam Pomfrey told me to find you and then bring you to the Hospital wing because Draco needs you. That's all I know." she said and even before she was finished speaking, Harry was running down the hall.

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"Harry. Where are you, Harry?" Draco mumbled desperately in to the pillow.

"I'm here, baby. Don't cry. I'm here."

Draco felt himself being lifted from the bed and into a warm embrace. He heard Harry's voice in his ear that kept murmuring to him to stop crying, that he was there. There was no reason to cry. He burrowed his face in his mate's neck and inhaled his scent.

He drew back to look into his mate's eyes and make sure that it was really him, but found that Harry would not let go of him and that it was pitch black around them.

"Love?" he whispered gently in Harry's ear, making him shiver.

"Yeah, baby?" Harry answered while he started to kiss the blonde's neck and shoulders.

"Why is it so dark?"

He wasn't scared or anything, but his voice quivered all the same. Harry's wings slowly retracted and the dim lights in the Hospital wing made Draco blink. He was drawn into Harry's embrace again but he didn't fight it. His face disappeared in the raven locks of his mate and Draco let himself become surrounded with the scent of Harry. He was crying again, in relief this time instead of desperation like before.

"No, baby. Don't cry. I'm here, and he won't hurt you again. I promise. Don't cry, Draco." Harry cooed with a soothing voice.

He was trying to calm him down. He didn't need to be calmed, he needed to know that Harry was there and not hurt.

He gently caught Harry's earlobe between his teeth and sucked. He heard Harry moan softly and the assault on his own neck was increased. He barely noticed when Harry lowered him down to the bed and lay on top of him. All he knew was that he wanted Harry's cloths off. He tore and scratched at them with his long nails, which really didn't matter because they were already in shreds from when he had opened his wings.

Soon Harry was dressed in only his trousers and he apparently thought that Draco was overdressed because he tore of all the blonde's clothing in a matter of seconds. Draco didn't mind being naked and with the attention Harry was paying to his body, he forgot where they were.

The door to Madam Pomfery's office opened but went unnoticed by the two teens. She decided that she should put up a screen to give them privacy and then cast a silencing charm around it so they would not be heard if anybody came in. She hoped that they would have enough common sense not to move the screen. Then she went back to her office.

Harry smiled when he noticed the nurse just as she placed the screen in place but didn't say anything. He didn't want to ruin the mood and Draco felt so good underneath him.

Harry kissed his way down the blonde boy's chest and teased his nipples. This drove the blonde wild with desire and Harry knew this, and he took advantage of it when ever he could. Another thing that drove Draco wild was Harry's mouth on his cock, or rather the teasing Harry did before he put it there. It made Draco whine and moan under Harry.

"Hush, Dragon." Harry whispered in the blonde's ear.

"I am not shutting up until you have made me come!" the blonde grunted.

Harry smiled and kissed Draco, but he didn't respond. He had his lips tightly shut and eyes closed. But the wrinkle on his forehead and the sounds he made in his throat, told Harry that he was close.

Harry nudged Draco's lips with his nose a few times before the blonde gave in and kissed it gently. But when Harry moved his lips to kiss him he closed his mouth again, refusing to respond to any of Harry's kisses. Harry then ran his tongue over the blonde’s soft lips while he searched for that spot on Draco's inner thighs that always made him gasp, with his fingers. When he found it and Draco opened his mouth in a small gasp he coxed his tongue inside the blonde's mouth.

Draco then gave up. He responded to the kiss with as much passion as Harry. And he was rewarded by a gasped out spell and then a slick finger by his entrance.

"Oh, fuck! Harry!" Draco moaned and clung to Harry's arms in desperation.

"Shhh, my sweet." Harry soothed him with his voice and kisses.

Draco moved his hips to make Harry insert another finger but Harry was, as always, painfully slow. All the while he kissed and soothed Draco with his voice.

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Ron held Hermione's hand tightly as the Healer raised his wand. They had been at St. Mungo's for two hours and the Healers had not been able to say if it really was a tumor or not. That's why they were going to do this spell. It would tell them why no magic seemed to get to the object. Ron's stomach lit up with a purple light a few short seconds and then it was gone.

"Well, it seems we found the problem." the Healer said and he sounded quite satisfied with himself.

"What then?" Hermione asked since Ron was to scared to ask.

"It seems that your body, Mr. Weasley, has created a sort of ward around it so no magic can get to it. And if your own magic is doing this, it's not life threatening. If it was your magic would more likely protect you than it. The magic doesn't want you to die, after all."

"So why is it protecting it?" Hermione asked a little shakily.

"Because it's important to Mr. Wesley's survival. If it disappears, there is a chance that he will die." the Healer said simply.

"Are you telling me that we have no choice!" Hermione shirked.

"Yes, that's what I'm telling you. If we remove it, his chance of death increases. If we leave it alone he has a greater chance of living."

Ron fainted and Hermione didn't blame him. He was probably exhausted after everything that had happened. Hermione herself, started to cry. She might loose Ron. She had known that before they came here, but it didn't hurt any less because of it. It started to sink in that she might loose her boyfriend and Hermione felt no emotion other than desperation.

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