Disclaimer: You all must know by now..i'm tired of saying it...
Warning: -tears-
AN: I know I would not kill off any characters. Read on and Find out what happens! R&R
"Oh fuck." Harry whispered as he saw the cops swarming the small apartment they were living in. He rushed into the building but a quick hand grabbed his arm.
"You can't go in there sir." A man in a uniform said.
"I—I have to—What happened?" He asked frantically.
"A man was shot." Replied the officer grimly. Harry stared at him,
"Shot? OH Merlin—fuck—Where did they go! Where's Draco—"
"Calm down, sir, do you live in room 218?" The police officer asked and Harry struggled to keep a grasp on his sanity.
"Yes! I have to find Draco!"
"They've taken him to the hospital,"
"Harry! Excuse me Officer Gettig" Harry turned sharply to see a grim looking witch, it was Susan Bones.
"Susan—what's going on—I need to get to Draco—Where did they take him? What happened?"
"Calm down Harry—we need to get you out of here, your magic is disrupting all their equipment." Harry twisted away from her,
"I don't care—Damn it where did they take Draco!" He snarled. The witch didn't flinch away from his anger, instead she grabbed his hand.
"Calm down, getting angry doesn't help, ministry officials are going to be showing up to get things cleaned up." Harry swallowed and followed her out through the crowd of police officers.
"You're in no state to apparate, I've set up a portkey for us, He's currently in a muggle hospital"
"I need to see him. Now" Harry said trying to hold back his emotions as his hand went to the boot Bones, clutching to it like a lifeline. The familiar tug and then they were transported. The Gryffindor stumbled as they landed in front of a large Hospital, the Ministry witch grabbed his shoulder. He glared at her before rushing forward to the security table where a blond sat behind the desk.
"Draco Malfoy. Has he been sent here?" He asked in desperation. The woman looked up at him in surprise.
"Obliverate" Susan said behind Harry to the clerk.
"Harry! You must relax. Muggles can't help him, I have Tonks and Remus getting Mr. Malfoy to St. Mungo's, we need you're help." Susan began as they made their way through the hospital, "But you have to be calm, if you aren't it could spell disaster on his part." Susan opened the door to where Tonks and Remus stood waiting by. Harry sopped stock still seeing the pale face turned on the bed, the chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
"Draco" Harry whispered his eyes darted over to Remus then back to Draco. It only took a few strides to reach Draco's side, running his fingers through the blond hair. Draco's face was so pale. So drawn.
"Oh Draco…damn it…" He whispered.
"Harry we need to get him to St. Mungo's, Take his hand, You're going to be his anchoring point for our apparition spell." Harry nodded dumbly not even listening anymore. He twined his fingers through the loose fingers, continually stroking through the blond hair, tears dropping down his face.
"Draco…Draco…"He whispered.
"Are you ready Harry?" He barely heard Remus ask beside him a hand on his shoulder. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as letting the tears fall more freely now, nodding his head. Harry tightened his grip on the hand as the spell enveloped them for the double apparition. He was Draco's anchor, but the pain over came his senses, his body sagged against the bed and his mind was plunged into darkness.
Harry jolted awake he was in a small cot, in a dim room. His eyes went wide,
"Draco!" He suddenly said outloud sitting up with a start. He was gasping for breath and saw the gurney with the pale man laying in it peacefully. A medic burst in the room.
"Is something wrong?" She asked. Harry was still gasping as he scrambled off the small cot to come to Draco's side.
"Draco…Is he…will he…" He looked over at the mediwitch. She came over and began rattling off spells checking everything from heart rate to blood sugar.
"He's still in critical condition…The muggle's had removed the bullet before you had gotten to him, but his blood loss was severe." Harry began convulsively stroking the pale face gently, tucking the blond hair behind the ear and holding the hand in his own.
"Harry!" Someone exclaimed behind him, The raven haired man hesitated before tearing his eyes away from Draco and saw Hermione standing in the doorway, Ron next to her. He looked away and continued to stroke Draco's face.
"Harry…mate…" Ron started.
"I'm fine, stop worrying about me." Harry whispered.
"Oh Harry… You're not fine." Hermione said laying a gentle hand on Harry's shoulders.
"I don't know what to do." He whispered staring at the prone body. He was scared and angry. Harry choked squeezing his eyes shut.
"Come on Harry you should eat something." Ron said gently, knowing while Harry was in grief he was like a lit fuse.
"I'm not hungry." Harry replied stonily. Ron fell silent,
"You haven't eaten since you left yesterday." Hermione said softly.
"I don't care—I already said I'm not hungry!" Harry snarled. The witch flinched back and Harry immediately regretted saying what he did.
"Sorry." He mumbled, twining his fingers with Draco's limp hand, the blond's chest was rising and falling in longer intervals. An alarm began going off, the room filled with medi-witches, and medi-wizards. Harry stared in horror, Draco had stopped breathing all together.
"You have to let go Harry!" Ron said suddenly grabbing his friend and pulling him back.
"I can't—Draco…Draco! You can't leave me like this!" Harry struggled against his friends grip as he dragged him backwards.
"Let me go Ron!" He cried.
"You can't help him—They can!" The red-head roared back struggling to keep him in his grip. Harry watched as Draco's body was covered by all the med-wizards and witches, the face finally disappearing from view—something hard hit the side of his face and blackness stole him away to a deeper hell; his mind.
"Ronald!" Hermione screeched as Ron knocked his best friend out. The Red-Head struggled with the dead-weight in his arms.
"Hermione not now." He snapped, "Sit down hold onto him so he doesn't fall off the bench." Ron said more softly. His wife did as he said as he placed Harry on the low bench, his head on Hermione lap.
"You didn't need to knock him out like that! We have wands!" Hermione suddenly exploded, gently brushing Harry's hair to the side.
"You try holding a have crazed full grown man in your arms, I had to do something or he would've done something stupid!" Ron exclaimed in exasperation.
"You still didn't need to punch him…" Muttered the witch with a soft sigh. Ron rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and watched worriedly through the window as the medical staff attempted to bring Draco from the deaths door.
Struggling forward all he could see was the fading image of his love, the sparkling slate eyes fading into blackness. Harry felt something on his forehead, and gasped into wakefulness. Tears were streaking down his face, slim arms were wrapped around his shoulders.
"Shhh…Harry it's ok." Hermione. Harry gulped, pulling his legs up and wiping his face hastily. Ron was snoring open mouthed on a transfigured couch. He suddenly pulled away and stood up staring into the hospital room window.
"He's fine." Hermione whispered.
"I need to go in." Harry finally croaked out.
"I'll go tell the Medic then." Hermione finally said Harry swallowed and opened the door going into the medical room. He couldn't help himself when he practically ran to Draco's bedside dropping in the chair and burying his face in Draco's neck another set of fresh tears running down his face.
"You can't die on me—I don't think I could go on if you did…" Harry murmured breathing in his lovers scent, as his hand grasped Draco's he felt a light squeeze in response before he fell into a calmer sleep.
"Harry—I swear if you don't shower and if you don't eat I will drag you out and do it myself!" Hermione roared on the third day after Draco got shot. Harry only glared at her. The look he received in tern scared the crap out of him.
"Hermione…I…I don't want to leave him!" he exclaimed cringing as Hermione pointed her wand at him.
"Harry James Potter! He is fine! I promise—Do you honestly want him to wake up to a stinking half starved Harry?" She asked shrilly. Harry pouted knawing onhis bottom lip.
"She's right Harry, I wouldn't want to wake up to a stinking have starved Gryffindor." A croaking soft voice said from behind him. Harry's eyes went wide and he whirled back on his chair and saw the eyes cracking open the pupils peeking from underneath staring at him. Staring. A small smirk graced the pale lips and the eyes slid open pinning Harry on the spot.
TWO MORE CHAPTERS LEFT! EPILOGUE IF YOU'RE ALL LUCKY ;
R&R!