Title: One Sweet Moment
Summary: It was in one moment that things changed. It was that one second that they needed each other, when things really mattered. It was that one sweet moment. SLASH DM/HP.
Warnings: SLASH, a male on male relationship.
Characters: Harry/Draco, Snape, Hermione, Ron.
A/N::
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Previously::
"It's terrible." Myrtle said interrupting Harry's thoughts.
"What is?"
All Myrtle could do was point towards the closed bathroom stall.
"Is there something in there?"
"Not something, someone." Myrtle cried.
Harry walked over to the stall and opened it slightly. "Oh merlin."
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Harry walked over to the stall and opened it slightly. "Oh merlin."
He sprinted forward towards the unconscious body on the ground. At the moment he didn't care who it was. All he could see was the blood everywhere, the cuts and bruises.
"Malfoy?" Harry cried.
"Urh." Malfoy noised.
"Moaning Myrtle, what happened to him?" Harry asked bringing the blonde teen into his lap.
"I don't know. He stumbled into my bathroom. At first I was happy, I had someone to talk to again. Then he fainted." Myrtle said trying to run her hands through Malfoy's hair.
"How long ago?" Harry asked.
"Just today actually."
"Why didn't you go get help?" Harry cried trying to stop the cuts on Malfoy's from bleeding anymore.
"He told me not to. He told me to let him die."
"Malfoy." Harry said shaking the boy slightly.
"Urn." Malfoy grunted.
"Come on. Wake up." Harry begged.
The blonde, frail teen opened his eyes. He gasped and shot up quickly trying to get away from Harry's grasp.
"Stop it." Harry said holding him tighter.
"No. Let me go. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Malfoy rasped.
"Stop, I'm not going to going to hurt you." Harry said reassuring the blonde boy.
"How can I be too sure of that?" Malfoy cried.
"Would it help if I healed you then threw my wand to the other side of the room?" Harry asked pulling out his wand.
All Malfoy did was nod. Harry muttered a few healing spells that he had learned from Hermione over the years and threw his wand to the other side of the room
The cuts on Malfoy's arms, legs, and face healed.
"Thank you." Malfoy said sitting up.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"I don't want to talk about it." Malfoy said turning his head, hiding his tears.
"Malfoy, you either tell me or I'll turn you in." Harry said hastily.
Malfoy jumped at the harshness in Harry's voice, "No, please don't."
"I'm sorry.' Harry said quietly. 'Just tell me what happened."
The tears that threatened Malfoy's eyes fell, "I never wanted to be a death eater. I never wanted to ki..kill Dumbledore. I tried so hard to convince him that I wouldn't be good enough, that I was too weak to be someone like him. In the end I was too weak, I took one look at Dumbledore and crumbled. I couldn't do it."
"What happened after Dumbledore was mur…murdered?" Harry said stumbling on the word. He still couldn't handle the fact that he was dead.
"He summoned me. Being the coward I am, I went. I was stupid. I told him off. I yelled saying that he knew I was too weak. I was so proud of myself. There I was, so proud of myself. I stood up to the man who was most likely to kill me." Malfoy said smiling slightly.
"What happened after that?" Harry asked taking one of Malfoy's cold shaking hands.
"He sent my fa..father to kill me." Malfoy stuttered. "The bad thing about it was…my father was more then willing to oblige."
"What?' Harry said his eyes wide. 'That can't be true. He must have not wanted to."
"No, Harry he did. Volde…Voldemort told him at one point to stop hurting me. I don't know why, he just did. My father wouldn't stop…" Malfoy was sobbing now. Harry couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Shh. Calm down." Harry said trying to soothe him, rubbing his hand up and down Malfoy's back.
Creek. Creek. Malfoy jumped at the sound of footsteps coming towards the bathroom.
"Bloody Hell." Harry muttered. "Malfoy, we need to go somewhere safe."
All Malfoy could do is nod.
"Moaning Myrtle, can you promise me that you will not tell anybody that you saw Malfoy?"
"Of course. Do you promise you will come back and visit me?" Myrtle squealed happily.
"I promise.' Harry got up and held out his hand. 'Come on."
Malfoy stared at the hand extended in front of him. He grabbed it and was pulled up by the surprisingly strong raven-haired boy.
Harry pulled his cloak around the both of them. Luckily Malfoy was short enough, there was no body parts hanging out of the cloak. Harry felt Malfoy's legs start to give out.
"Are you okay?" Harry said under the cloak.
"Not really." Malfoy admitted.
"Hop on my back."
Malfoy jumped on his back, holding on as tight as he could. "Where are we going?"
"Shh." Harry said moving towards the bathroom door. He opened it slowly, he could see Professor McGonagall searching the classrooms across of the bathroom.
He ran down the hallway and up the stairs. He sighed in relief when he reached the Room of Requirements. The door appeared and he opened it and sighed while he entered the room.
A small bed appeared with a chair next to it. A tray full of food appeared on the bedside table.
Harry took the cloak off and gently removed Malfoy's death grip on his shoulders. Malfoy fell back onto the bed.
"Hungry?" Harry asked walking towards the food.
"Yeah." Malfoy said grinning and practically drooling.
Harry grabbed a few pumpkin pastries and threw them to Malfoy. Malfoy caught them and stuffed them in his mouth.
"Be careful." Harry said watching him eat.
Malfoy swallowed the last bit of his pastries, "Harry, why are you being so nice?"
"Malfoy…" Malfoy interrupted him.
"Please. Call me Draco."
"Draco, if there is any way I can get you to help me in fighting Voldemort. I'll help you as much as I can." Harry said knowing that it wasn't the best thing to say.
"Thank you." Draco smiled slightly. "I'll help."
"Good." Harry smiled back.
"So, what do we do now?" Draco asked looking around the room.