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The Auror circled Malfoy. 'Think your as big and bad as your daddy, now that you got yourself a stick.'

Draco tried to keep his eyes on both of the wands pointing at him. 'I'll have you know, it's a staff. Now I was minding my own business until you two started interfering.'

The other Auror walked closer, 'We don't like your kind, your the ones starting all the trouble.'

Just as the Auror raised his wand, a deep velvety voice filled the room with it's pure sinister qualities. 'Then you'll appreciate the irony of this situation.' Snape came in through a back door, 'you, were assigned to protect me. What, are you doing assaulting my godson.'

The Auror furtherest from Draco turned and fired a spell at Snape.

'Sectumsempra'

The auror dived out the way, even so he was not fast enough, a deep gash running from his knee to his hip opened up.

Draco screamed in fright as he too was attacked.

That little scream of Draco's was all it took.

Both Aurors burst into flame. They stumbled around as the sheer pain of being on fire took hold.

As one Draco and Snape turned to look at the figure standing in the door way.

Harry held his hand outstretched, his fingers all clawed as if he was grabbing something invisible.

'Potter, you have to put them out. You can't let them die.' Snape looked at Draco and held a finger to his lips. He did not want Draco to set of some crazy Potter defense thing.

'That's ok, they can die.' All the magic flowing through him felt so good. A smile spread across his face as he thought about the burning Aurors, Nothing matters as long as he is alive.

Draco didn't want Potter to kill them, it would create so many more problems if two Aurors were killed at Hogwarts. 'Potter, you have to stop this now.'

Shaking his head, Harry refocused on Draco. 'Why.' Even as he said it the flames extinguished.

'Why... because I can't stand to watch you do another stupid thing. It's embarrassing.' Draco bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for the pain to come.

Harry turned and ran, it was good that Malfoy hated him. He needed Malfoy to hate him.

Dumbledore sighed, it had been a whole week since the incident in Snapes potions room. He shook his head, it was still hard to believe that the two Aurors who were supposed to protect Severus actually posed the greatest danger to him. Dumbledore shivered at the thought of the two mangled looking bodies left behind, they were still alive, badly burned yes and Harry's magic must have also exerted a lot of force because there were multiple fractures and broken bones.

The Aurors were obliviated, new memories of being attacked by Deatheaters were inserted. Everything that happened has to be for the greater good, after all.

Harry lay with his back against a shelf of books. In two days the other students would be coming back so Harry wanted to make as much use of the restricted section as he could.

'Potter, I've been looking for you all over the castle.'

Looking up Harry stared at Draco standing at the end of the isle. 'What do you want Malfoy. Harry got up.

Draco stepped over the stacks of books left by Potter's scrounging around, Potter doesn't look half bad out of school uniform. 'I just want to thank you for last week.'

Harry panicked, lunging forwards he grabbed Draco and shoved him up against the nearest bookshelf. 'You think I did that for you,' Harry spat on the ground for effect, 'I would rather watch as they skinned you alive.'

'Unhand me you, bloody muggle.' Draco struggled against Potters choking grip.

Harry tried to breath evenly, that all went out the window when Malfoy grabbed his wrists, the cuts still hadn't healed and the moment Draco touched them a flowing warmth filled him. 'Oh, god what's that.'

Harry slackened his hold and Draco was able to twist out of it. 'Your wounded, I'm a natural healer and for some reason my magic felt bound to heal you. I didn't mean it.'

Feeling very light headed Harry slipped to his knees and before he knew it he was on his back, that warmth was Draco's magic.

Draco didn't know what to do, Potter had just tried to kill him and yet he wanted to continue healing Potter's arms. 'How did you get hurt.'

Lying there Harry slowly, drowsily pulled the sleeves of his jersey up exposing the bandages, with a whispered word he removed them. 'I... I did this for you.'

Draco shuddered, there were over six deep cuts on each arm, each cut the same and each cut the exact distance part. Potter had obviously used a ritual suicide knife, the knife makes multiple cuts each time it is used. Kneeling down next to Potter Draco took Potters' right hand and placed his own hand on it. 'Potter, I wouldn't even do this to you.'

Harry's back arched and his eyes rolled into his head as Draco started healing him. Never had he felt so loved, so cared for than he did now. The pure exhilaration of Draco's healing magic ran though his every fiber and filled Harry with a sleepy joy.

When Harry opened his eyes Draco still knelt at his side, looking down at him. Harry so wanted to tell Draco he needed him, wanted him in ways Draco most probably wouldn't want to be had in and that if anything happened to him Harry would loose everything. Reaching a hand up Harry cupped Draco's face.

Draco didn't push him away, he just sat there letting Harry stroke his cheek.

Sighing Harry's smile faded, 'Malfoy... I have to hate you.' Harry closed his eyes to stop his tears from falling, 'You have to hate me.'

'Harry, we don't have to do that anymore. I'm not going to be a Deatheater.' Malfoy knew that would convince Potter.

'It's not that, It's just, I love you and don't want you to die.'

Draco opened his mouth to argue his point, then Potters words settled on him like a cloak. All he could manage was, 'I love you to.'

Now Harry let the tears slide, The moment Draco uttered those words Harry knew what he was going to have to do.

"Obliviate"

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