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Unbreakable Ties
By So Yun
Chapter Four
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This made Draco grin and he stepped closer to the other teen, "You're a coward, I broke your nose on purpose and you don't even have the guts to fight me for it,"
This was the last straw for Harry. Entirely fed up with Draco's new attitude, he lunged Chapter 3, Unbreakable Ties.
He lunged with all the might and power he could possibly conjure. They went flying backwards into a nearby wall, the occupant of the portrait screaming wildly and running out of the frame.
Draco head whacked into the wall and he managed to throw Harry off and wrestled him to the ground, Harry's head hit the ground hard and he saw stars.
There Draco took the pleasure of punching Harry in the face multiple times. He punched so hard that he drove the shattered glass from Harry's lenses into the skin around his eyes.
Harry fought back; his nails digging into Draco's cheeks; as they squabbled an alarmed Hermione saw them then went running back to get help. Ron was behind her and launched into action trying to pull the blonde haired teen off his friend.
But Draco merely brushed the red haired teen off and continued to literally beat the hell out of the lithe body beneath him.
When he was nearly ripped off for the fourth time by Ron he managed to get in some powerful kicks to Harry's torso until he resumed back to beating the pulp out of Harry's upper body.
It was only until Harry's nose was again bleeding along with the blood from his split lip running down his pale skinned jaw that he stopped.
He noticed he had blood in his own blonde locks and his cheek felt sore and he knew there would be scratch marks there.
Ron held his arms back even as he had stopped moving, but the red haired teen desperately wanted to help Harry; he hoped Hermione brought help soon.
He vaguely heard Harry whimpering with pain at the pressure of Draco's body; perhaps he had broken some of the raven haired teen's ribs? Draco sat up, horror dawning on his features; but he still did not move.
Harry breathing harshly, almost panting for breath and his blackened eye lids opened and closed irregularly. He attempted to lick his split lips but winced as the salt in the liquid stung the open wound; all he could see through his eye was a figure hovering, no sitting on him; straddling him and another figure holding them back.
He felt blood seeping down his chin and even a droplet or two into his eyes. He could hear loud shouts and screaming that just made his head throb, throb and throb more; he groaned.
Then he heard it, through the entire ruckus and noise, his once best friend's; maybe still was, voice, "Harry?"
He sounded so genuine, so concerned, so much like the Draco he used to know. He tried to sit up but a gentle hand stilled him as Draco was pulled off him; Draco didn't fight it.
Harry managed to keep his eyes on Draco's eyes as he recognised the glint of warmth in those steel, cold eyes that had disappeared for what seemed like forever.
"Draco?"
"I'm here Harry and I'm so sorry, I am. Please forgive me…"
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Harry sat by the window, a scatter of muggle stitches around his eyes, almost like a gaping mine field, stark on his blood drained skin. Madam Pomfrey and Severus had both agreed that using spells or potions could be potentially dangerous to his eyesight.
They had resorted to the stitches which would stay in till the deep cuts where his lenses had cut him, healed.
His ribs were wrapped gently with a bandage to cushion the sore bones, some only fractured.
His nose had a white line across it, signifying it was indefinitely broken. He also had one more stitch on his lips where it had split.
He knew that both of his eyes were blackened and he had taken to hiding his face under his pillow because he thought he looked like an opposite panda.
He chuckled to himself at that thought but winced as the pressure from his laughter pressed on his ribs. Ouch…
Ron had visited him earlier with Hermione who was beyond distraught. In tears describing what she had happened on with Ron and how she had raced to find Remus and Sirius; Remus had just arrived back when she burst into their rooms.
Ron then finished the story, his face high lighting in red just at the thought of Malfoy. He continued to rant for quite sometime but Harry merely tuned him out, thinking back to the expression he had seen on Draco's face and the look in his eyes.
Before he had been carted up to the hospital wing, Harry had heard Draco whisper in his ear, "I will make this up to you Harry, I promise you. I'll see you tonight."
Harry had managed to fight off Sirius, over acting with his concern, attempting to go and rip Draco's head off; but Remus managed to keep him constrained.
Harry himself had been shocked that he had allowed himself get into a petty fight, he had thought by now he would be over the whole 'anger' overriding him thing; it seemed not.
He had truly been a huge dunderheaded, idiot that he had even attempted to fight Draco. His best friend was older and larger than him, twice as strong and more experienced.
He sighed and sat up, moving jerkily to sit by the windowsill.
Severus had been the one to pull Draco off and cart him off to the Hospital wing. He had merely shaken his head as Draco tried to apologise; blood literally on his hands. This just made the blonde haired teen feel even worse on the inside; he knew Severus was very disappointed with him, his own godson.
Harry stared at the crescent moon. These past weeks had been…uneasy and unsettling to say the least. But that little bit of warmth that crept into the stranger's eyes suddenly brought back hope; his Draco was back and he didn't care where his friend had been at that point.
He wasn't startled when a shadow shifted in the background behind him and he daren't bother to turn around, "Draco," he managed softly and moved his legs to make room for his friend.
Draco sat down beside Harry, his eyes taking in the injuries that he had done to him, he! His mind screamed.
His friend turned to him and managed a wane smile; his own lips tingled in the chill of infirmary as he smiled back.
Emerald eyes tilted towards him in the night, friendly warmth seeping into them. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to comfort his fall from grace after he had nearly beaten his best friend to death.
But fingers were pressed against his lips as Harry made a shushing noise.
"It doesn't matter Draco. I don't care what brought on this bout of….moodiness or what have you. I'm just glad to see you're fine now," Harry ducked his head,
"Sorry about scratching you…"
He flushed and Draco found himself angered beyond imagining at himself.
"Don't you dare apologise!! I was the one who nearly beat the shit out you; you don't deserve that, no way!"
It was just above a hushed whisper and Harry nodded, fingering his ribs.
Harry smiled again then turned to Draco, "I'm not going to lose you ever again Dray Malfoy."
Draco merely smiled back, though a sadness that no one could decipher had crept into his eyes.
Save me if you can.
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Classes. The bustling of students in an attempt to get to their classes on time. Wild, inane, loud chatter, rumbling off the ceilings and walls, magic whizzing around the corridors.
And Harry loved it. He had only been back at school for a week. But his time away had made him miss it more. He could never see anywhere except for maybe Raven manor, as a proper home.
He and Draco were walking silently to Defence against the Dark Arts. Talking in hushed tones, sometimes even giggling like gossiping girls.
Ron had joined Dean and Seamus, still quite thoroughly angry at Harry more than Draco now. He chose to say such things as he was foolish enough to be poisoned by Malfoy's evil ploys.
Harry listened to none. Even Hermione got on his back about it, worriedly suspicious and pointing out clues. Again Harry blocked her out and spent much valued time with Draco.
As they sat down, Harry and Draco burst out laughing raucously, tears streaming down Harry's cheeks as he fell into a fit of hysterics.
"Boys? May I ask what this…pleasant display of hysterical behaviour is about?" Sirius's voice reached them and they froze. Harry groaned, Draco laughed.
After Harry had composed himself he said clearly with a serious tone, "As much as I love you being my Godfather I don't think I'd be able to live ten minutes in your class, Professor,"
As the word rolled off his tongue Harry started giggling again at the bemused expression on his godfather's face. Draco snickered again and soon the whole class that they seated themselves began to snicker too.
Sirius smiled down at Harry and Draco, shaking his head. He then stood in front of the class and with a flourish he managed, "Well if you don't know who I am, which I highly doubt I am Professor Black. Harry's Godfather over here!" He pointed directly at Harry who had stopped laughing; his godson flushed deep red and attempted to hide.
"It seems I am the only Applicant for the position who won't even be tempted to kill Mr Potter this year,"
Harry groaned again and buried himself behind a pile off books. "Oh Merlin," He managed to Draco, "Avada Kedavra me right now."
Draco punched him lightly and shook his head, "No way Potter, I'd rather see you suffer. At least my Godfather doesn't embarrass me, thank Merlin for that!"
They were quietened as Hermione huffed disapprovingly at them chattering while Sirius was speaking. Harry merely winked at her because he was in such a happy mood.
Throughout the class they reviewed spells and hexes for defence, not that you really needed it now that Voldemort was gone. But Sirius informed them that some certain Deatheaters, even though in Azkaban had access to resourced people.
As they copied down the last of the notes before the end of the class, Harry winced the pointy tip of a paper aeroplane whacked him in the nape of his neck. He rubbed it furiously managed an indignant, "Dray!" before turning around.
He actually came face to face with Ron and Hermione, his red haired friend looking slightly peeved to be called "Dray".
"Um yes? Ron? Hermione?"
They merely inclined their heads at the paper plane now on the floor by the leg of his share; he picked it up and pocketed it, nodding at them.
He opened in under the desk, not wanting to bring suspicion from either his Godfather or Draco.
In Ron's neat scrawl was, "Meet us, RoR, dinner time. Ron, Hermione."
Harry spent the rest of the class brooding.
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Well, hope you liked it. Sorry for the length, it's atrociously short, I know. Please forgive me!!
May look like a filler, but some key plot points hidden in there!
Please review, new and old readers, I'd really appreciate it!
Till next time. I'll try to be quicker. Might add some Snape bonding as well too.
By the way, your courteous writer is now legally fifteen in Australian Government Law, as of three weeks ago!!!
Yun