Recovery

A/n: Dear Merlin, I have an idea for this chapter.. but i dont' know if I want Draco to go through even MORE torture!!! but... ACK! I must write it! ...you can all flame me for this if you want.

i'm really doing it... i'm such a terrible person!!! but on the plus side... Draco in a shower!


Recovery - Chapter Ten

Draco couldn't help the smile that was on his face as he entered the Serinerin common room. His fellow Slytherins looked up in shock as the recently quiet, depressed boy started humming to himself. Blaise and Millicent shared a look as he twirled around and then continued on his way to the showers. Millicent shrugged and returned to her books, while Blaise let his eyes travel from the dissapearing boy to two other seventh years in the room. He took his eyes away from the two, just in time to not see the boys stand and leave the room.

Draco continued to hum to himself as he entered the showering stalls. He quickly made his way to the last one and stepped inside. After drawing the curtain closed, he stripped down and placed his robes in the offered compartment. The water that immediately streamed down the moment Draco stepped underneath was the perfect temperature. After months of confusion and unhappiness, Draco felt like things were going pretty darn well.

Sighing contently for the first time in.. well, Draco didn't know how long, he let his head fall back. The spray of hot water hit his neck and shoulders, trailing down his back like little fingers. Draco didn't even have to try, his imagination had alredy began to drift to imagining Ron there with him. He never thought he'd feel so comfortable in someone's arms, but Ron did that to him. For once in his life, he felt like he could count on someone. Draco had to admit, he enjoyed the feeling.

He was reaching for the bar of soap when cold hair hit his back. Spinning around, his grey eyes nearly fell out of his head. He barely felt the soap slip from his hand, or his back press against the tiled wall in a feable attempt to get away from the large figure blocking the exit.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Draco grounded out, finally finding his voice.

"Tsk. Tsk. Such language." Goyle calmly responded, stepping into the stall and sliding the curtain closed behind him. He seemed hardly worried tthe the shower was soaking his robes. Draco gulped as he mentally judged the distance from where he stood to the location of his wand in the water-proof compartment that his clothes resided. He paused briefly to watch Goyle. The other Slytherin wasn't moving, merely staring him down with unguarded lust in his eyes.

Draco darted forward, slamming his elbow in Goyle's face and grabbing the compartment's door. Yanking it open he dug through it, letting his clothes fall to the wet floor. In success he grabbed the wand and straightened up, pointing it in Goyle's face. They stared at each other, both of their wands raised and pointing at each other's noses.

"It didn't work last time, Goyle, it won't work this time." Draco hissed.

"But you don't have your little Gryffindor to protect you this time, Draco." Goyle said softly. Before Draco could blink a fist connected with the side of his head. Draco yelped, falling back. His wand clattered to the ground as he leaned against the back wall. Goyle smirked and slipped his own wand into his pocket.

A bruise was quickly growing on Draco's cheek and he flinched when Goyle reached up and gently stroked it. Goyle grabbed ahold of his jaw and forced Draco to look him in the eyes. Draco felt like his body was frozen, he couldn't move or even breath. A slow smile crept over Goyle's face and Draco felt his back stiffen in response. Goyle's hand slipped from Draco's chin, lightly sliding down his neck and chest. It was almost ressress. Almost.

Draco closed his eyes, not wanting to watch the look on Goyle's face. The hand sliped around his waist. Draco bit his tongue to keep from screaming as Goyle clamped onto his arse. He was determined to not give him the satisfaction of a scream. Knowing Goyle, it would only make him enjoy this even more.

"Draco?"

A voice! Draco let his eyes snap open to see Goyle's face filled with shock. Goyle immediately placed his other hand over Draco's mouth. "Don't say a word."

But Draco refused to listen. He started struggling. One leg kicked up and made contact with Goyle's groin. Goyle grunted and danced back. Draco took that moment to shove him. He watched, eyes wide, as Goyle fell through the curtain, ripping it. He landed on his back, his head hitting the stone floor with a smack. Draco slowly looked up, eyes wide, to see Blaise Zabini standing there with his mouth dropped open.

"Holy shit!" Blaise exclaimed. He jumped over Goyle and grabbed Draco's clothes off the ground. Draco flinched back as he moved to wrap the robe around him. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. Your okay. Draco? Come on, speak to me. What do you need? What can I get for you? Do you want me to go get Professor Snape?"

"No." Draco croaked, shivering under the soaked robe. He leaned back against the wall and found himself slipping down onto the ground. Blaise knelt down in front of him.

"Draco?" Blaise said softly.

"I need... Ron, get me Ron." Draco whispered, curling up into a ball and hugging his knees.

"Ron?" Blaise gave him a confused look, then realization dawned on his face. "You mean Weasley? Okay, I'll get him. Just let me... Take care of this."

Draco didn't look up to see Blaise drag of Goyle's unconscious body, otherwise he would of been slightly amazed at the Italian's strength. He just sat there, head dropped. He felt like he was falling. For just a small moment everything had been right and now it had taken another turn for the worse. Draco reached one hand up and gripped at his hair. He wouldn't allow himself to cry, not this time. Hearing footsteps he looked up to see the red-headed Gryffindor staring down at him.

He didn't even have to move towards him, Ron was already on his knees, wrapping his arms around Draco. Draco burried his face into the crook of Ron's neck and breathed deeply. Ron's scent filled him and he felt himself calming. Slowly, he looked up and met Blaise's eyes over Ron's shoulder.

"You can't tell anyone, Zabini." Draco ordered.

"Like hell I won't!" Blaise replied hotly. "You need to take this to Snape, Draco! Goyle can't geet away with this."

"No." Draco said.

"Draco." Ron whispered, pulling back slightly from the embrace. "Zabini's right. We need to keep Goyle away from you. He's obsessed. Your not safe around him, or Crabbe. Please? Tell someone who can help. Tell Dumbledore."

"Ron, I-"

"Draco, please." Ron insisted. Draco's eyes darted from Blaise to Ron for a moment, then he looked down sadly.

"Fine, I'll tell."