The Dark Lord Who Came To Breakfast
Rune Alchemist Kaori
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter (Though I would love to own Draco. ;-))
A/N: Wow... I have never written a story that I knew less about where I was going. I'm sorry that this all sounds so crappy. Please understand that every chapter is drabble-ish stuff that I write in-between school work.
Chapter 3
Draco had been dually punished for his outburst in front of the Dark Lord, and according to his mother, such an outburst just made him look more guilty. The blond sighed, then winced. There wasn't a spot on his body that wasn't in terrible pain. He tried to lay still, but this was difficult, even the motion of his chest rising an falling as he breathed hurt him.
It had been bad enough to be tortured by You-Know-Who but then father had decided punish him as well for being such a fool. Needless to say the young wizard was quite happy he was going back to Hogwarts in the morning. Draco called a house elf to him and told the nasty little creature to get him some ice.
Draco was so weary as he walked through the barrier to platform nine and three-quarters. He had worn the lightest material that he could. If he wore anything heavier than that he feared he would fall.
As he walked the Dark Lord's accusation kept running through his mind and he couldn't get it out, even as he climbed onto the train.
"I don't like Harry Potter," he muttered, "I don't even like guys! There's no possible way that I could like..."
The blond froze, now standing face to face with the Golden Boy himself.
"Potter," Draco breathed out, a light pink color dusting over his fair features before he shoved the Gryffindor to the side angrily.
"Damnit why don't you watch where you're going Gryffindork?!" he shouted to cover up his sudden embarrassment.
"I didn't walk into you though.." Harry said calmly, looking confused.
Why was Malfoy staring at me like that..? Was he blushing?!
Oh shit! Potter's going to think that I was checking him out!
Emerald and smokey eyes both widened at the same time and the rivals took off in opposite directions.
Draco leaned against the wall, panting softly. It hurt to run that fast. He saw Pansy and Blaise and Crabbe and Goyle all beckoning him to join them in their compartment. He shook his head, and searched for an empty compartment where he could lay down instead.
Hermione and Ron both noticed that Harry was very quiet and distant since he got back from the treat trolley. He seemed a little pale too.
What was that? Why did Malfoy look so startled. He looked pale and thin too...
"Harry?" Hermione asked softly.
"Hmm?"
"You ok?"
"Yeah... I'm fine."
"You don't look fine mate," Ron piped up.
"I'll be fine... I think I'm gonna go walk around a bit, I need to clear my head. It's too crowded in here."
"Oh... ok."
Harry began to walk around. After a while he opened a compartment that seemed to be empty, and this time it was his turn to freeze. There, stretched out on the seats was the angelic-looking figure of Draco Malfoy. Light spilled in from the window and illuminated a slightly pained expression. Harry frowned.
So he is really hurt... the Gryffindor thought. He watched as Draco moved slightly, his shirt riding up a little. Harry blinked when he saw the bruises on his rival's skin.
Smokey grey eyes fluttered open and Harry quietly disappeared.
End Chapter 3
A/N: Like I said, these are all short drabble-ish things I write in-between my school work. Review if you want though.