Within A Dragon's Tear

Chapter 2

The waning moon is casting dim light for him to use, as Draco makes his way from his room and down the hall. They took his wand away until they can decide if Draco is truly a victim or victimizer. Either way means he will just have to do things without magic. Once again, Potter is making his life difficult!

His feet move as softly as they can. The nurses are not going to be doing a room check yet as they just got done with his room being last on their list. Draco smirks thinking of all the possible things he can do to Potter. His thoughts turn to things that even disturb him. He could do so many things but really can he actually do anything seriously awful?

The room itself is not that different from Draco’s own except it is full of get well cards and way more gifts. If people knew what a self righteous prick Draco knows Potter can be, the walls would be bare. The only thing out of the ordinary is the shattered flower vase that sits in the corner.

Harry Potter lays in he bed, breathing softly in the dark room. The moon light across the seventeen year old boy who’s face tense as if his mind is filled with unpleasant thoughts or memories. Handsome like his father with unruly hair. The scar like a lightening bolt upon his forehead. Draco hates all this about him.

Curiosity moves him to the shards of the glass vase. The flowers lay wet on the floor and the shards glisten invitingly. Draco knows this was done recent and wonders why he didn’t hear the crash. It could be possible this room has a ward on it so noise doesn’t enter or leave the room. If so, this makes it even better.

Draco takes a large jagged piece of glass and makes his way over to Potter. Potter is laying still in his bed. For a moment, nothing is heard, except their breathing and the beat of his own heart which seems louder for some reason. Draco grips the glass tighter as he straddles Potter’s chest, so he can’t lift his arms to defend himself. Hardly feels the glass bite into his hand, drawing some blood. Just aware how vulnerable his enemy is right now. Potter twitches, even asleep he seems aware of a heavy weight on hiss chest. Draco watches him slowly rouse. His scar seems so faint now. The young Malfloy always seen it as a red jagged line. Maybe now that Voldemort is gone, it is simply a scar? Maybe it might fade if left alone.

Potter’s eyes open as he struggles to shake the weight off him to no avail. The young man looks up at Draco in sleepy confusion though it slowly dawns on him what is going on. Draco holds his breath in anticipation. Craving to see the familiar hate in his eyes or to see fear of his helpless state. Last time Potter was as helpess as this, it was on Hogwarts Express. Draco smiles recalling the delicious noise when Potter’s nose was shattered under his foot.

Potter looks at Draco with neither hate or fear. His eyes are tired and uncaring that his life is even in danger. Draco anger over the fact that Potter doesn’t even care he is there.

Draco sneers down, “ I’m going to make you bleed, Potter. I still recall that curse you used on me. “

Potter looks rather puzzled, “ I didn’t know that would happen, Malfoy. “

Draco scowls, “ And pigs will fly out of my arse! You did it on purpose. Trying to make me as ugly as you I bet!“ taunts, “ Aren’t you going to scream for help?”

Potter whispsers, “ It would be pointless. No one will hear it.”

This admission sends shivers of delight through Draco as he leans more into Potter’s face. He can smell Potter who’s skin held slight smell of sweat and wind. Strangely empowering knowing he has Potter at his very mercy. Raises the shard of broken glass, unaware a trickle of his own blood ran down to the very tip of the shard, he positions it above the now faint scar. Draco grins even more as he presses the edge of the glass into Potter’s skin cutting along the scar. Wanting to see Potter in pain. Needing to see it! Potter biting back the pain. Strange shiver passes up his arm and into his very being the moment the shard draws Potter’s blood. All at once, images strike Draco’s mind. Memories foreign to him rush through him, overwhelming his mind like a massive wave against a lone palm tree,

Draco wakes up sprawled out ontop of Potter, who is also unconscious. His scar bleeding anew, Draco feels overwhelming fear of this young man now. Something happened, something magic related though he can’t recall all that he saw in the rush of visions. His hand also throbs on both sides. One side where the glass cut into his skin and the back of his hand now bears a bleeding scar similar to Potter’s own. He staggers off the bed and hurries back to his own room. Just in time too for he hears a nurse approaching Potter’s room. Draco sits on his own bed, clutching his hand against his chest and shaking.

Draco whines to himself, “ This is your fault, Potter. “ Unwilling to admit he brought it upon himself.

Shortly after he hears a cry of alarm. The staff believing someone attacked Potter in his bed. They will sooner or later realize he is the one who did it. Draco knows he needs to leave now before they find the bloody piece of glass.

Gets from the bed and dresses into what clothes he can find. Once dressed, Draco slips into the hallway heading towards an emergency exit. No one is looking this way, he is sure of that. For a moment, Draco thinks he is escaping clean and clear, then a familiar voice yells out.

Weasley, “ You’re not getting away this time, Malfoy! “

Draco finds himself paralyzed and on the ground. Frustration at his own helplessness and unable to voice it.

Ron, “ I should bloody well kill you but the Ministry is going to want you in alive to send to prison. I would hate to disappoint them.”

Weasley has two people ready to grab him before the curse is lifted and they did their job well. Weasley sees the blood on his hand and grabs it to examine the cuts.

Ron, “ I knew you did it. “ then sees the back of the hand, “ This one a sick joke of yours?!”

Draco couldn’t help but say, with that smirk of his, “ I guess that makes me the new chosen one.” It truly felt worth it just seeing the look on Weasley’s face, even after he got punched in the face, “ Even the mudblood punches harder.”

Draco is dragged away before Ron can do much else. Throbbing lip and cheek are for the moment forgotten in the pleasure of pissing a Weasley off. Draco finds himself thrown into a cell used for dangerous but injured wizards and left there.

There is no way to tell time in this cell so Draco drifts in and out of sleep. His dreams leave him waking up unsettled. Dreams of living in cupboards and often left hungry. Dreams of a fat muggle pushing him around. Fat relations who seem to delight in ordering him around.

Voice, “ I see you can’t seem to stay out of trouble. “

Draco sits up feeling grateful to be roused from the disturbing dreams. Not that he is going to let anyone know this as he scowls at the scarred face of Lupin. Lupin looks back at him with partial amusement and pity.

Lupin, “ I heard you have a rough night.”

Draco, “ Like you care.”

Lupin sighs, “ Let me see your hand.”

Draco holds his hand close to his chest not trusting this ally of Potter, “It’s nothing!”

Lupin, “ I would hate for it to get infected. Come on, Draco... I’m not here to hurt you regardless of how you feel about certain people.”

Draco knows his hand is still bleeding if only a little, “ Swear it.”

Lupin, “ I swear I shall not harm a hair on your head.”

Draco hesitantly holds his hand out. Can’t look at his hand even if he wanted to. The sight of blood always turned his stomach, especially when its his own. Lupin cradles the hand as he looks at the marks, then works his magic. Draco looks back to see all the cuts are healed, except the one on the back of his hand. It is closed but now a thin red mark similar to the one on Potter’s head. This seems to also disturb Lupin as well.

Lupin, “ Strange... well, do you want to go down to get something to eat? “

Draco wants to laugh at such an naive invite, “ They think I attacked Potter, No one is going to let me go anywhere.”

Lupin softly continues, “ That is not entirely correct. They will let you leave the cell if you don’t try to run away again. It seems there will not be to charges brought against you for now. Someone has spoken up for you.”

Draco is little surprised as he knows hardly anyone likes him, “ Who?” Maybe this is a trap? They always act so sweet and nice but they are just waiting for you to relax your guard.

Lupin, “ Enough questions. First, we need to get some proper food into you.”

And so Draco follows him out. His thoughts fill with questions. Who is going out of their way to keep him from being arrested? Why do they even care?

To Be continued....