Hurting Harry
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AN:Here's chapter two, Please let me know what you think.
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TWO
The first thing Harry awoke to was screaming, and as usual, it was his own. Ron had been asleep, but he awoke around the same time that every one else did. Harry was screaming. But he was awake.
They didn’t get to see him until a day had passed.
Ron was prepared for anything, a mangled being, a bloody mess, but all he found was Harry, asleep and pale, his hair stuck to his face.
He hadn’t left the waiting room since that first night and a thousand images had played repeatedly in his mind but this wasn’t one of them. This was Harry. His Harry. Pale and near death.
He was covered neck to toe in a blanket and sweater, only his slender hands protruding. Ron wanted to hold them, but they were bruised and cut, so he stroked Harry’s hair back until he could see him again though his tears.
Draco didn’t think that Ron noticed his presence but when he spoke Ron wasn’t remotely surprised.
“You should go--”
“I’m not leaving.”
“It’s late,” Draco said. Ron remained silent. “Perhaps I should say this in simpler terms; get out.”
Ron finally turned and looked at him.
Draco managed to cover his surprise at seeing Ron Weasley crying so openly, but he was a man of many talents and hiding his emotions was one of them.
“I’m staying with him.”
“What good is that going to do him?”
Ron shook his head and looked back down at Harry.
“I want to be here when he wakes up.”
Draco stared, but Ron was already ignoring him.
The scraping of metal on wood finally drew Ron’s attention and he looked over at the cot which Draco had dragged up to Harry’s.
“If you’re here, you may as well sleep,” he said and left the room.
Ron stared for a moment before succumbing to the urge and lying down next to him. He brought his body as close to Harry as he could while still staying on his own cot. He wanted to touch Harry so badly, to feel that he was alive, but something told him not to.
Draco woke later than he had intended to and when he did Harry was already awake. Ron was sleeping soundly, his heavy breaths ruffling Harry’s hair, but Harry didn’t seem to notice. He was watching Ron intently, his eyes focused on what Draco couldn’t tell, perhaps a particular freckle, or maybe his lashes or hair or lips, but his eyes were unnaturally still. Even when Ron’s eyes finally opened, Harry’s eyes didn’t move to meet his gaze. They didn’t move at all.
“Harry….”
The whispered warmth of Harry’s name sent an irrevocable chill through Draco’s spine and he didn’t know why so he pulled Ron up before the red head could notice Harry’s stillness.
Ron stared at Harry as Draco pushed him to the door. His eyes couldn’t comprehend the broken look of his friend. He was afraid.
The door clicked shut behind Draco as he turned to face his patient. Harry was every bit the Harry he remembered, but he was too afraid to make a mental comparison. He didn’t want to know how much this boy had changed.
He stepped forward Potter on the tip of his tongue but he paused.
“Harry,” he said. The word tasted funny, but he proceeded anyway. “Harry, do you remember me?”
He came forward, entering Harry’s line of vision, and pulling out his wand.
“I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’ll be taking care of you for the next little while.”
He climbed onto the bed coming to sit next to the brunette and gently tilted his head toward him.
Harry’s body complied and he slumped suddenly onto his back. His eyes very slowly fixed on Draco and just as slowly, he frowned.
Draco smiled softly.
“I thought you might recognise me,” he said. “Hold still.”
He held Harry’s chin, leaning in to look closely into his eyes, but they looked normal. He pulled out the little flask of pink liquid and found himself brushing back Harry’s hair comfortingly, reminiscent of the way Weasley had been doing it last night.
Harry was watching him, his eyes wide and pleading, for what Draco didn’t know.
He tried to smile.
“Here,” he said. “At least this stuff tastes good.”
He lifted Harry gently and touched the cold flask to his chapped lips. If ever Harry thought it was a poison he didn’t flinch. He swallowed every last drop.
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TWO
The first thing Harry awoke to was screaming, and as usual, it was his own. Ron had been asleep, but he awoke around the same time that every one else did. Harry was screaming. But he was awake.
They didn’t get to see him until a day had passed.
Ron was prepared for anything, a mangled being, a bloody mess, but all he found was Harry, asleep and pale, his hair stuck to his face.
He hadn’t left the waiting room since that first night and a thousand images had played repeatedly in his mind but this wasn’t one of them. This was Harry. His Harry. Pale and near death.
He was covered neck to toe in a blanket and sweater, only his slender hands protruding. Ron wanted to hold them, but they were bruised and cut, so he stroked Harry’s hair back until he could see him again though his tears.
Draco didn’t think that Ron noticed his presence but when he spoke Ron wasn’t remotely surprised.
“You should go--”
“I’m not leaving.”
“It’s late,” Draco said. Ron remained silent. “Perhaps I should say this in simpler terms; get out.”
Ron finally turned and looked at him.
Draco managed to cover his surprise at seeing Ron Weasley crying so openly, but he was a man of many talents and hiding his emotions was one of them.
“I’m staying with him.”
“What good is that going to do him?”
Ron shook his head and looked back down at Harry.
“I want to be here when he wakes up.”
Draco stared, but Ron was already ignoring him.
The scraping of metal on wood finally drew Ron’s attention and he looked over at the cot which Draco had dragged up to Harry’s.
“If you’re here, you may as well sleep,” he said and left the room.
Ron stared for a moment before succumbing to the urge and lying down next to him. He brought his body as close to Harry as he could while still staying on his own cot. He wanted to touch Harry so badly, to feel that he was alive, but something told him not to.
Draco woke later than he had intended to and when he did Harry was already awake. Ron was sleeping soundly, his heavy breaths ruffling Harry’s hair, but Harry didn’t seem to notice. He was watching Ron intently, his eyes focused on what Draco couldn’t tell, perhaps a particular freckle, or maybe his lashes or hair or lips, but his eyes were unnaturally still. Even when Ron’s eyes finally opened, Harry’s eyes didn’t move to meet his gaze. They didn’t move at all.
“Harry….”
The whispered warmth of Harry’s name sent an irrevocable chill through Draco’s spine and he didn’t know why so he pulled Ron up before the red head could notice Harry’s stillness.
Ron stared at Harry as Draco pushed him to the door. His eyes couldn’t comprehend the broken look of his friend. He was afraid.
The door clicked shut behind Draco as he turned to face his patient. Harry was every bit the Harry he remembered, but he was too afraid to make a mental comparison. He didn’t want to know how much this boy had changed.
He stepped forward Potter on the tip of his tongue but he paused.
“Harry,” he said. The word tasted funny, but he proceeded anyway. “Harry, do you remember me?”
He came forward, entering Harry’s line of vision, and pulling out his wand.
“I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’ll be taking care of you for the next little while.”
He climbed onto the bed coming to sit next to the brunette and gently tilted his head toward him.
Harry’s body complied and he slumped suddenly onto his back. His eyes very slowly fixed on Draco and just as slowly, he frowned.
Draco smiled softly.
“I thought you might recognise me,” he said. “Hold still.”
He held Harry’s chin, leaning in to look closely into his eyes, but they looked normal. He pulled out the little flask of pink liquid and found himself brushing back Harry’s hair comfortingly, reminiscent of the way Weasley had been doing it last night.
Harry was watching him, his eyes wide and pleading, for what Draco didn’t know.
He tried to smile.
“Here,” he said. “At least this stuff tastes good.”
He lifted Harry gently and touched the cold flask to his chapped lips. If ever Harry thought it was a poison he didn’t flinch. He swallowed every last drop.
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