Bloody Kisses

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Draco Malfoy



What a night. Everyone from teachers to the Headmaster himself had tried to get me to say what had attacked me. After Potter had left me in the hallway, I spent some time trying to sit up. A crippling intense pain kept flooding my chest as I struggled to move. I felt broken inside yet, somehow, I was beginning to feel more complete than I had ever felt before.



Professor Snape found me first, the pitiful mess that I was.



"Malfoy!" Snape gasped, running to me, "What in bloody hell happened!"



I still wasn't able to breath well, let alone speak. Although, if I could, I wouldn't be saying anytime soon that Potter had laid me out. It's true, he would be in a lot of trouble, but I felt it better not to say what did happen to anyone. Perhaps I feared being ridiculed by my classmates. Or more likely it was the fact I did not want Potter expelled. He does have quite a record already.



As difficult as it was, I managed to keep my mouth shut about Potter the entire evening. Even Professor McGonagall, whom appeared a few moments after Snape, couldn't get me to speak. They seemed to think I was in shock. McGonagall went to find Madam Pomphrey as Professor Snape stayed by my side.



He asked me question after question, deeply concerned for his favorite student, "Can you speak, Draco? You can tell me what happened here? Who did this to you? Was it a student? I swear the student responsible will answer for their actions!"



Soon Madam Pomphrey appeared and was directing Severus Snape to carry me to the hospital wing. I had cried out in pain as Snape lifted me from the ground, the two of them looking very concerned. McGonagall had left to find Dumbledore, according to Madam Pomphrey's chatter as they brought me through a never-ending maze of hallways. She also seemed to think some sort of creature had attacked me or perhaps even He Who Must Not Be Named had miraculously returned. Snape fought this notion, still convinced that some scheming students had ganged up on me. I kept to myself, whimpering occasionally throughout the bumpy ride as my side felt it would explode at any moment. Through some sort of miracle, we didn't run into a single student or even a ghost the entire way. Even Peeves was nowhere to be seen. I wondered where Harry had gone to? Smiling to myself, I realized I could still taste him on my lips.



Once in the hospital wing, Madam Pomphrey had Professor Snape place me on a bed. Laying straight on my back put me in more pain than when Professor Snape had first lifted me from the ground. She examined my wounds as Snape feverishly paced back and forth at the foot of my bed, grumbling to himself. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall arrived just as Madam Pomphrey concluded the extent of my injuries. I had two broken ribs along with a few bruises and scratches. 'That's it?' I thought, quite shocked. It hurt so much, I would of figured my lungs were punctured at the least. Madam Pomphrey whipped up a potion for mending broken bones, which she forced me to drink. It taste strongly of honey and, ugh, earwax.



"Let him rest for a bit, I'll check back in a few hours to speak with him." Dumbledore ushered the two concerned professors from the room, following close behind.



Three hours later, Dumbledore returned as he had promised. The old wizard was happy to see I now sat up in bed, staring out a nearby window at the falling darkness. He rested beside me in a wooden chair, tucking a bag of lemon drops away in his robe.



"You seem to be feeling much better now, Draco," He spoke quietly as Madam Pomphrey, not wanting to disturb us, left the room. "I was hoping you could tell me what had attacked you in that hallway?"



After having three hours to think up a response, I lied, "I don't know. All I remember is walking out of the Potions class and the next thing I knew, I was here."



Dumbledore stroked his beard, a thoughtful expression on his face, "That's odd. I suppose myself and Hagrid will search the halls tonight. just in case something is lurking about. In the mean time, I think we should let you go back to the Slytherin dormitories and rest there."



I nodded, that was too easy. Taking my wand from the bedside table, I hobbled to my feet and went to leave the room. The dull ache in my chest was now almost non-existent. Dumbledore offered to walk me back to class, which I refused saying I'd be all right on my own.



Before leaving the hospital wing, I turned back to Dumbledore, "Sir? Would it be all right if no one knew this happened? I mean, I don't think the school needs anymore shocks this year."



Dumbledore smiled warmly, "Of course, Draco. That's very thoughtful of you. We'll take care of whatever had been in that hallway. When we do find the culprit, I'll have Snape inform you. Now go and get some rest."




Harry Potter



All night I waited for Professor McGonagall to come into the Gryffindor boy's dormitories and take me away. 'One more disturbance from you,' she had told me the last time Ron and I were caught doing something we weren't supposed to be doing, 'And you'll be in serious trouble, Harry Potter.' This wasn't all I was worried about. Lying on my bed in the dark, I found my myself thinking about Draco Malfoy.



"Hope he's all right," I mumbled to my owl, Hedwig, as I lay staring out the open window at the chilly, moonless night.



She watched me from her perch on the windowsill.



"I still can't figure what possessed him to kiss me? Maybe that's just his twisted way of thinking. Sort of, like, to psyche me out, you know? I really did beat the hell out of him, didn't I? Never knew I had it in me. Should I apologize tomorrow?"



Hedwig looked sideways at me, as if she doubted what I was saying.



I sighed, "You're probably right. I don't believe Draco would ever accept any kind of apology."



It took the first signs of daylight outside before I realized no one was coming for me. Still, I couldn't help but wonder why Malfoy hadn't turned me in. I figured he would leap at the chance to get me kicked out of Hogwarts.



That morning I was even more of a mess. I managed to excuse my battered face by telling everyone I had accidentally collided with a pole while practicing Quidditch. I didn't sleep a wink all night. This, I knew, would be more tricky to explain than my injuries. Thank god everyone was too busy talking about the bloody gash across my cheek to even notice.



"That's a nasty cut," Ron noted as Hermione and I walked beside him towards the Great Hall for breakfast.



"Yeah," I mumbled, scanning the halls for Draco as we walked.



Hermione shook her head, "I still can't see why you haven't gone to Madam Pomphrey to have it mended, Harry."



I shrugged, "Didn't think it was important. After all, it's only a scratch."



"Only a scratch? It looks as though someone tried to slice your face off!" Hermione winced in pain just looking at me, "Not to mention, that wicked bruise covering half your face! It must hurt an awful lot."



We entered the Great Hall and sat down for breakfast at the Gryffindor table. Since we had arrived somewhat late, almost every seat was occupied. Every seat except Malfoy's. Even Crabbe and Goyle showed up without their trusty friend, looking quite glum. In Draco's absence, I calmed down a bit and attempted to eat. I nibbled on a piece of heavily buttered toast before tossing it aside in disgust, coming to the conclusion nothing would ever taste right after Malfoy's bloody lips had been all over my mouth. Maybe he's too banged up to come to class today? Or too embarrassed? I'm sure he has no idea I haven't told anyone about last night. The last thing I needed was a rumor going around about me fighting, especially against Draco. Professor Snape would have me out of here in an instant, and this time Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore would have to comply.



The rest of the day went by a bit more pleasant than I expected it would, since Draco was still nowhere to be found. By the time Potions class had come around, I was feeling much more relaxed. I even found myself joking around a bit with Ron. Taking out the three foot long report Professor Snape had assigned and placing it on my desk, I sat patiently waiting for class to begin. That's when the door opened, knocking me from my comfortable little cloud.



Crabbe and Goyle marched in the room, appearing much happier than this morning at breakfast. The reason for their big, oafish smiles was the blonde boy sauntering in class behind them. Draco took his seat between his two cronies, the usual scowl on his face replaced by an amused smile. He was unscathed, unmarked, his usual flawless self. Not even a hair was out of place. Madam Pomfrey sure did work miracles... I froze at the sight of Draco, not knowing what to think. I didn't expect to see him in class, especially since he hasn't shown his face all day. Draco's eyes lit up as he noticed my bruised face. Embarrassed, I looked down at my scroll, trying very hard to ignore him. Thank God he's all right, but why did he look so damned happy?



The class continued on as usual. We turned in our scrolls and Snape read another few chapters from our Potions textbook. Most of the students were trying unsuccessfully not to nod off. I, on the other hand, was wide awake and alert. There's no way in hell I'm going to fall asleep today, not with Draco in the room. I had thought Malfoy would ignore me, not wanting to remind himself of the incident yesterday. Instead, he was doing just the opposite.



"Don't look now," Ron leaned over and whispered 15 minutes into the class, "But Draco's checking you out again."



This, I was already well aware of. Malfoy had been staring at me since he took his seat. Still, I was unable to resist glancing up at the Slytherin. Draco sat with a perverse grin dancing on his lips. He suddenly reached up and tapped at his cheek, giving me a thumbs up. That bastard, I thought as my face flushed with anger. Draco was blatantly reminding me in the middle of Potions class that the painful mark on my face was his doing. I noticed a large, silver ring on his right hand as he placed it back on his desk. So that's where my cut came from.



"What a moron," Ron whispered after observing Draco's little joke. Obviously, Ron thought Malfoy was merely teasing me about my injury. I didn't lift my eyes from the floor the rest of class. It wasn't safe to look up anymore. I knew Malfoy was still watching. What he was watching me for, I had no clue.




Draco Malfoy



The look on Potter's face was priceless as I strolled in Potions the day after our little brawl. I couldn't tell if he was surprised, angry, scared, or a mixture of the three. All I cared was I now held his undivided attention. With that in mind, I freely admired Potter the entire class, making him more nervous than ever. I found that I couldn't keep my eyes from his lips. I had kissed those lips last night. If Potter let me, I would of done a whole lot more. He was trying his hardest not to look back at me the entire class. I knew Harry was curious why I wasn't around the entire morning and much of the afternoon. Dumbledore told me last night I could sleep in if I wished and that he would excuse me from the classes I missed. This, I happily did. Sleeping in on a Friday afternoon was something no one would pass up. Although there was no way I would miss Potions class. I wanted to see what Harry would do if I showed up, totally unaffected by the night before. Well, not totally unaffected. More like inspired. I'm beginning to think that these feelings I have for him aren't entirely wrong. Not after last night. Now that I've had a taste of Potter, I'm ready for more.



Weasley suddenly leaned over and pointed out I was watching Potter again. As if the boy doesn't already know, you git. I was really starting to loath Ronald Weasley. Potter glanced up at me, returning my stare with his wide eyes. I had wondered how he would look today. So far, I liked what I saw. Potter appeared as though he hadn't a trace of sleep all night. I wonder if he was worried about me? Feeling bad for what he did perhaps? Or... was he up late fantasizing about me? After that kiss, there's no doubt in my mind he was. Harry still had the bruise and cut my fist had left on his face. Looks like someone was afraid to go to Madam Pomphrey. Or maybe that's a memento from his dearest Draco?



Touched by that mere possibility, I tapped at my own cheek and gave him a thumbs up.



He understood what I was implying, his face turning beat red as he averted his eyes. Weasley whispered something to Potter again while glaring at me. That red haired arse is on my last nerve. I am sick and tired of him interfering with myself and Potter's business. One more word from him...


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