Hey guys, sorry this ones so short, I wanted to get something out since it was taking me so long.
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A/N: Creelluka - Yeah, Draco must protect his bootiful face. Their personalities are completely different, poor Harry's got his work cut out for him.
Kigen Dawn - Yeah, its a school with loads of teens, how could there not be drug dealing.
Chapter 6 - The Aftermath
When Harry gained consciousness, it was by the dim light of a small ceiling bulb. Where was he? Harry thought, slowly blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "About time Potter." Draco's stern voice interrupted his mind.
"W-What happened?" Harry questioned, trying to regain his thoughts. He could see Malfoy's eyebrows furrow from the corner of his eye, and he moved closer.
"That kid really messed you up." Draco informed, sighing loudly. "I better still be pretty when this is over." He mumbled to himself, so Harry couldn't hear. Harry slowly reached up to touch his face, but flinched away immediately.
"Ah!" Harry yelped, digging his nails into his palm. "Shit…"
"Couldn't take you to the infirmary, since they would know we were out after hours." Malfoy poked Harry's arm awkwardly. "There's no way I'm losing any more house points." He stated irritant, and stood up.
"Why do you guys care so much about winning the house cup?" Harry blurted out, tired of hearing people complain about it. Draco stared down at him with a frown.
"Because then I can finally beat y-" He stopped mid-sentence, and looked to the side. "Then I can finally beat you Gryffindor's." He continued, with a smirk.
"There's more to life than winning you know." Harry sighed as he got to his feet, clenching his fists as pain coursed through his muscles. "How am I going to explain this? I barely made it out past Blaise, and now my face is beat up."
"If I had a wand, I could make it look better." Draco stated, pulling an already blood stained cloth out of his pocket, and putting it to Harry's face. "I cleaned up your face as much as I could when we got here, my face." Draco wiped away some of the fresh blood that had formed.
"Not sure whether to be touched, or annoyed." Harry grunted as the cloth glided over some of his more sensitive features. Malfoy leaned in, getting a better look at his face. Harry's heartbeat quickened, and he moved away slightly.
"What's wrong Potter, remembering your little run ins with Blaise?" Draco smirked, watching a slight blush appear on Harry's cheeks.
"We should go-" Harry turned, opening the door slowly, so he could peek out and make sure nobody was around. The hallway was dark and the only sound that could be heard was Harry and Draco's steady breathing. Draco turned off the light as they exited the small broom closet, looking both ways just in case, before sneaking along the narrow corridor. Neither of them had their wands, so conjuring a light wasn't really an option.
They both stumbled uselessly down the long hall. Harry could not see a thing, and kept bumping into Malfoy. "Stop it." Draco grunted grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him forward. A small light was headed their way, and the pair quickly flattened themselves against the wall, hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice them. The light stopped right in front of them, illuminating Snape's face in the darkness.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, would you like to tell me what you are doing out after hours?" Snape's voice cut through the silence, his curt tone deafening to their ears. They both flinched and turned to face each other, looking for a good excuse.
"W-We…uh…we were going to the toilet." Harry stuttered, mentally slapping himself in the face for it. Who goes to the toilet with their enemy? He thought to himself, wishing he was a better liar.
"What's wrong with the toilet in your dorm?" He spat, narrowing his eyes, and eyeing them both.
"It's broken." Draco lied with confidence, and fed his fingers through his hair.
"Why did you feel the need to go together?" He sighed, lowering his wand.
"Because he's scared of the dark." Harry awkwardly pointed at Draco, and Draco glared at him clenching his fists. Snape looked at Draco with a slight smirk, but then quickly composed himself.
"10 points from each of your houses for being out after hours. Go back to your dorms immediately." Snape looked them over again, before leaving in the direction he came from.
As soon as Snape was out of sights, Draco hit Harry on the arm. "Are you stupid?!" He whispered through gritted teeth.
"He left us alone didn't he? I think you owe me a thank you." Harry grinned, looking very pleased with himself.
"Don't push it." Draco narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Harry's arm again, leading him to the Slytherin dorm.
"Blaise is gonna kill me. Or kill you, I should say." Harry's eyebrows knitted together in thought, how was he going to get out of this one? He promised Blaise he wouldn't lose any house points.
"Well that's your problem now." Draco whispered, pushing Harry through the door and closing it behind him. Draco had to get back before any of Harry's irritating friends noticed he was gone. Draco crept down the thin, cold corridor of the dungeon, looking around frantically at every noise. The wind whistled through the tiny cracks in the rocks, setting Draco on edge even more than he already was.
He slowly made his way back to the Gryffindor dormitories, making sure no one was around before he went in. The room was quite large, with red sofas dotted around, and a big fireplace in the middle, proudly displaying the Gryffindor colours above it. It was dark and extremely quiet when Draco entered the bedrooms, sighing as he got into bed.
His alarm clock illuminated as he glanced over it, it was getting later and he needed to get some sleep before classes tomorrow. He turned over onto his side, and closed his eyes, the silence claimed him, and he fell into a deep sleep.