Draco hunched over a sink, his breaths in deep and erratic, the young man doing everything in his power to stop the tears that were burning his eyes. Sniffling, he glanced up at his reflection, a sneer appearing at it. His blond hair was disheveled and his bluish-gray eyes were red. Shaking his head, he turned on the faucet and splashed some water onto his face.
“Oh, you don’t look well deary,”
Glancing up, Draco rolled his eyes at Myrtle, the plump ghost hovering beside him, “Bugger off,”
Myrtle gasped, “Oh, so rude. I’m just trying to help. Perhaps, I should get Harry,”
Draco shook his head, “No, don’t get him.”
“And why not?” she huffed, “You’re sad, he would help.”
Draco glanced at the basin, “He…wouldn’t understand.”
“He doesn’t need-“
Draco whirled around, his eyes narrowing on a familiar mop of red, “Weasel,”
Ron took a step forward, “What are you planning?”
“’Planning?’” Draco echoed, “Nothing you buffoon. Now leave before I make you do so,” he threatened, his wand sliding into his hand.
“I know you’re planning something Malfoy!” shouted Ron, neither man taking notice that Myrtle had disappeared, “I’m not an idiot, I don’t know why Harry hasn’t asked you, but if he won’t. I will!”
Draco took a step back, his eyes focused on the tip of Ron’s extended wand. Quickly, he lifted his own and shouted, “Stupefy!”
Ron dodged the curse before sending on of his own, “Sectumsempra”
Draco’s eye widened when he felt the curse slit his chest, the blond falling to his knees. He heard Ron gasp, and a shout of his name before he tumbled over to his side. He tried to smile when he saw Harry’s face appear over his own, the black-haired man already crying as he tried to apply pressure to the cut. “Damn it Ron! Don’t stand there, go get some help!” Harry shouted.
Ron stammered back, “It was in your book, why in the bloody hell would you have a curse like that in your book Harry?!?”
“It’s not mine, but go find someone to help!” Harry yelled before softening and looking at Draco, “You can’t die, you can’t.”
“Harry,” Draco gasped.
Leaning down, Harry rested his forehead on Draco’s, “Please, don’t die. I love you, don’t die.”
And with those words, Draco drifted into darkness.
By time Draco came to, it was dark and his chest was blissfully numb. The soft hoot of an owl and the quiet crickets were all the blond heard, along with the quiet breathing of the man gripping his right hand tightly. Draco lifted his head slightly and smiled at the mop of black that was nestled beside him. Harry was sleeping, his glasses askew and his mouth slightly open. Blood covered his shirt and his hands were still tinted red.
Smiling softly, Draco rubbed his thumb gently across the back of Harry’s hand. He should’ve known that would be enough to wake his partner up. Green eyes shot open, a loud gasp quickly coming second, “Draco,”
Rolling his eyes, Draco raised an eyebrow and looked at the glass of water sitting on the table beside the bed. Harry jumped up and rushed to give Draco a few sips of water, the Malfoy heir nearly moaning in relief as the cold liquid rehydrated his dry throat. “How long?”
“Uh, about eight hours,” Harry responded, “How do you feel? Any pain?”
“I’m fine,” Draco muttered, “What happened to the Wea- to Weasley?”
Harry scowled and crossed his arms, “I’m not sure. I stayed here. Dumbledore took him once he caught wind of what happened.”
Draco nodded and closed his eyes. “How are you?”
“Huh? I-I’m fine Dray.”
Draco eased an eye open, “Hmm, and why are you still in blood covered clothes?”
Harry blushed and glanced down, “I…I didn’t want to leave,”
Sighing, Draco waved Harry over, the younger man sitting softy on the edge of the bed. Draco gently coaxed Harry closer before kissing him deeply, “I’m fine,” whispered the blond, “Go. Shower. Eat and get some sleep in an actual bed. I’ll be here when you get back,”
Draco narrowed his eyes, “Go. You look as if you’re about to keel over, and I’m not fond of seeing my blood on you.”
Harry gnawed on his lower lip – a nervous habit that Draco has been trying to kill since he started going out with the Savior – before leaning and pecking his lover’s lips, “Just…don’t’ cause Madam Pomfrey too much trouble.”
Draco smirked, “I’m an angel.”
Harry snorted softly, “Right and I’m Lord Voldemort.” And with one last kiss, Harry left his lover to sleep once again.
“Place this cream onto the cuts three times a day,” instructed Madam Pomfrey, “It should reduce scarring and the pain.”
“Anything else?” Draco inquired taking the offered tube from the woman’s hand.
“No, but if you feel increased pain or they start bleeding again, come back here at once, understood?”
Draco nodded and slid the tube into his pocket before heading out of the infirmary. It’s been three days since the incident, and classes have resumed. Draco would be tardy to his first once because of Pomfrey but he knew that Snape would excuse him.
Sliding into the classroom, he nodded at his Godfather before nesting into the seat beside Harry, the man frantically scribbling down the theory notes. Draco calmly took out his own parchment, quill and ink as he started to write his own notes about the history and the uses of newt eyes. He felt Harry nudge him and Draco glanced at his boyfriend. Harry frowned and gestured to the front of the class. Draco narrowed his eyes.
Draco turned towards Harry, the question obvious within his eyes. Harry sighed and merely shrugged. Draco gently tapped his lover’s shoulder and nodded towards the rest of the class, inquiring if the Weasel has passed on the information about their once secret relationship. Harry frowned and glanced at his paper but nodded slowly and lifted up a sleeve to expose bruises.
Apparently, Gryffindor didn’t like that their Golden Boy was dating the Slytherin Prince.
Growling, Draco ran a hand over the hand-shaped bruises. Harry let out a deep breath and let his sleeve roll back into place. Draco gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to hex every Gryffindor in sight, and looked back at the board as his Godfather began listing common potions that newt eyes were used in, and in that moment, Draco vowed seek revenge upon the Gryffindors.
No one harmed Draco Malfoy’s lover without consequence.