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Sectumsempra

"Just as exciting as the last one," her brother muttered in a glum fashion that somehow managed to come off intimidating and dramatic. "Next up, we shall be watching...Sectumsempra."

Much like Harry had winced when the last scene had been introduced, he winced once more, this time shooting an apprehensive and apologetic look at Draco, who looked a bit paler than usual.

"I take it this is going to be another one of those scenes where we don't like what happens," Molly said.

"Have any of them been?" asked Arthur.

"Shh," Insert Awesome Name Here reprimanded. "I want to see this."

More out of habit than anything, Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauder's Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoy's tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys' bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle.

"Ah, this would be sixth year, then," Hermione commented.

"Right, how could I forget about Harry's Malfoy obsession?" Ron added, sounding exasperated.

"Excuse me?" the boy who'd been the subject of Harry's obsession asked, curious.

"Well," Ginny started, still holding tightly to Harry's hand and ignoring the Boy-Who-Lived's attempts to get his girlfriend to stay silent, "in your sixth year, Harry became convinced that you were up to something, so he took to, um..."

"Stalking you...?" Hermione supplied. "Except not really stalking you." She added this as if to defend Harry.

Draco had an unreadable expression on his face.

"Okay, we admit, it was like stalking," Ron confessed.

"Hey, I was right in the end, wasn't I?" Harry retorted. "He was up to something."

His friends nodded to assure him that they knew that he was, indeed, correct in the end.

"Draco?" asked Pansy, curious as to why her blonde friend was not reacting to any of this.

"I'm kind of surprised I didn't notice he was following me around," Draco commented, and then Insert Awesome Name Here was shushing everyone because she wanted to continue watching.

"Is nobody going to mention how strange it is that Malfoy and Myrtle are in each other's company?" complained Lee Jordan.

Harry only stopped, staring at this unlikely coupling when he walked right into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought him out of his reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, he dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below. Outside the bathroom, he pressed his ear against the door. He could not hear anything. He very quietly pushed the door open.

"Thanks, Harry," Lee Jordan beamed. "See, he agrees with me. The pairing is weird."

"Wait, is there a Malfoy/Myrtle ship?" asked Angelina, sounding genuinely curious.

"Why would you think that?" asked Draco indignantly. "And for your information, Myrtle's quite nice."

He got a few strange looks at this.

"I find it funny that Harry ran into the suit of armor," George commented.

"I think it's adorable," Ginny said loyally, and Insert Awesome Name Here glared at the female Weasley, because Insert Awesome Name Here also thought Harry was adorable and wanted to be Harry's girlfriend instead.

"Is nobody going to mention that Harry is intruding on Malfoy?" Lee Jordan asked this time.

Draco Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed.

"Um, can we skip this, actually?" Draco piped up suddenly, because of course he suddenly remembered what he'd been doing in the bathroom at the time Harry showed up, and he didn't want anybody to know about anything, which was very relatable.

"Nope," Insert Awesome Name Here said chirpily.

"Don't," crooned Moaning Myrtle's voice from one of the cubicles. "Don't. . . tell me what's wrong ... I can help you. . . ."

"What...?" said several people in complete and utter confusion.

This interruption was probably unnecessary, but it was completely necessary to allow the suspense to build.

"No one can help me," said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. "I can't do it. ... I can't. ... It won't work . . . and unless 1 do it soon ... he says he'll kill me. ..."

"Duh duh duh!" yelled Seamus dramatically, just to be annoying. "Wait, is Malfoy crying...?"

"Also, who is going to kill you?" asked Bill.

"What do you mean, Voldemort of course," his brother Percy said.

"No, I know Voldemort was a threat, but did he mean Lucious was going to kill him?" Bill elaborated.

"We wouldn't kill our son," Narcissa said cooly, to show her love for her child.

"And my name is Lucius, not Lucious," Lucius sneered.

"That's what I said, Lucious," Bill replied.

And Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying - actually crying - tears streaming down his pale face into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into flu-cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.

"Uh oh," managed Pansy, giving her friend a sympathetic look as a dramatic silence overtook the room, and several people looked at each other like they couldn't believe the great Draco Malfoy was crying.

Typical.

"I'm human too," Draco said, to break the uncomfortable silence that of course had descended on the room.

"We know," Hermione assured him. "You just don't act like it...a lot."

Nobody replied, and soon they were able to digest the fact that Draco had been crying, because hey, in the end, it wasn't that shocking.

"I'm a bit worried as to what will happen now that Malfoy knows Harry's there," Alicia remarked, and many people nodded.

"Maybe a hug?" Percy suggested, and many people looked at him like he was crazy. "You know, like a sweet moment as too enemies overcome their differences and realize that they're both the same, on the inside?"

"That didn't happen, Perce," George informed his misinformed brother.

Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy's hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his wand for another -

"How could we have expected anything other than violence when it comes to those two," Neville commented wryly.

"There are quite a few Wrackspurts that interfere with their logical thinking," Luna agreed. "That's probably why they're always yelling at each other."

"Either that, or they're secretly in loooooooove," George said teasingly. Then he paled at the thought. "No, no, no, I hope that's not true. I don't want to be related to a Malfoy."

"But Harry's not part of your family," Angelina told him.

George's face twisted. "I always forget that. But still, Harry, stay away from Malfoy. I don't want you to be related to them."

"Pretty sure I'm supposed to marry Astoria," Draco said drily. "Now, can we please stop talking about this."

"No! No! Stop it!" squealed Moaning Myrtle, her voice echoing loudly around the tiled room. "Stop! STOP!"

"At least she tried..." Hermione muttered. "And I don't squeal, guys."

There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy's ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly; water poured everywhere and Harry slipped as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, "Cruci - "

Cue the eruption of anger from Molly Weasley, about Unforgiveables and the Malfoy's and et cetera, and Arthur calming her down.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!" bellowed Harry from the floor, waving his wand wildly.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said softly. "Please tell me that that spell didn't do too much harm."

"What do you mean, 'Mione?" Ron snorted. "Come on, it's Malfoy. We don't like him - harm is good."

"Glad to know you care about my health, Weasley," Draco drawled in a seemingly careless manner, but a second look revealed how tense he was about what had actually happened.

Blood spurted from Malfoy's face and chest as though he had been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.

There was silence, but this quiet was hard to read.

Then Ron spoke. "It couldn't be...too bad, surely...?"

"I still have the scars," Malfoy commented.

Harry nearly choked on his own spit, and Ginny had to hit him on the back. "You're kidding."

"I'm not," Draco replied.

"Merlin, I'm so sorry, so, so, so, sorry," Harry apologized profusely, stumbling over his own words.

Draco put up his hand. "No, don't apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry, for trying to use the Cruciatus on you."

"But I should be sorry for going into that bathroom in the first place, I should've just left you alone - "

"And I shouldn't have reacted like I had to your presence there."

"But I should've just shaken your hand, all those years ago."

"And I shouldn't have been such a jerk about you not doing that."

"Time to overcome our differences."

"Agreed."

Suddenly the two boys got up and gave each other understanding hugs. The rest of the room was very silent.

"Wait, how did this happen," George voiced the thoughts of everyone watching as Draco and Harry both sat back down.

"Like Percy said, there we were, overcoming our differences with a manly hug," Harry explained.

"Well then," Hermione shrugged. "Back to Draco, who is currently bleeding on the floor of the bathroom."

"No -" gasped Harry.

"See, I said I was sorry."

Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged toward Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.

"No - I didn't -"

Harry did not know what he was saying; he fell to his knees beside Malfoy, who was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood. Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream: "MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!"

"This is gruesome - there are young children here!" Ginny declared, covering Teddy's ears. Teddy seemed to think this was a game, and covered Ginny's as well.

"Does Myrtle have to be overdramatic about everything?" sighed Harry.

"Well, you don't have to be so rude about it," came a familiar girlish whine, and everyone nearly had an aneurism as Moaning Myrtle's faint form soared above them all. Nobody knew where she came from.

"How did you get here?" Insert Dark and Dramatic Name Here demanded. "This is supposed to be completely impenetrable!"

"I'm a ghost," she said with a high giggle. "Ooh, look it's me!"

The door banged open behind Harry and he looked up, terrified: Snape had burst into the room, his face livid. Pushing Harry roughly aside, he knelt over Malfoy, drew his wand, and traced it over the deep wounds Harry's curse had made, muttering an incantation that sounded almost like song. The flow of blood seemed to ease; Snape wiped the residue from Malfoy's face and repeated his spell. Now the wounds seemed to be knitting.

"Um, as glad as I am that Snape's here now," Charlie Weasley interrupted, "is anyone else wondering how come he got there so fast? It's like he was waiting out there the whole time, waiting for someone to scream about murder."

"Huh, that is kind of weird, now that I think about it," Insert Awesome Name Here agreed.

"See Harry, this is what happens when you cast spells of unknown origin and power," Hermione said in a mockingly reprimanding tone.

"I know that, Hermione," Harry sighed.

"I know you know, Harry, I was just reminding you."

Harry was still watching, horrified by what he had done, barely aware that he too was soaked in blood and water. Moaning Myrtle was still sobbing and wailing overhead. When Snape had performed his countercurse for the third time, he half-lifted Malfoy into a standing position.

"Hurrah, now Malfoy can say he cheated death," Ron cheered.

"I never wanted to be able to say that, Weasley," Draco replied.

"Oh," Ron said, grinning cheekily. "From all your jealousy of Harry, I'd assume you'd want to have something to brag about yourself."

"I've got plenty of things to brag about that Harry doesn't have," Draco said. "And if I recall, weren't you really jealous of Potter in fourth year?"

"Well..."

"You need the hospital wing. There may be a certain amount of scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that.. . . Come..." He supported Malfoy across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, "And you, Potter . . . You wait here for me."

"Ooh, that's ominous," Neville commented. "I feel for you, mate."

"What happens?" asked Dean.

"It ends there," Seamus added.

"Harry ends up dying, because Snape kills him in revenge," Insert Dark and Dramatic Name Here said in an ominous and completely serious tone of voice.

"REALLY?" squeaked Seamus, as if he'd just been punched in the gut.

"No, you idiot!" Insert Awesome Name Here interrupted. "Harry's fine, he just gets detention, don't you remember?"

"Oh right, then THE KISS happened," Seamus recalled with a sly grin.

"THE KISS?" Ginny echoed. "Seriously?"

As Seamus and several other kids nodded, Insert Awesome Name introduced the next snippet everyone was going to watch.

"Next up, we're watching...The Kiss."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed. As always the bolded words are not my own, and if you'd like to see something done, let me know! Thanks.