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Bad Blood
Chapter Number/Total: 39/44
Chapter Title: Bad Blood
Words: 2102 Words
Draco turned on the faucets to fill the bath. While the water ran, he stood staring into the face in the mirror. He could see so much of his father in that face.
Harry laid down on the bed, staring up at the canopy of it. He was scared, terrified for Draco, and what made him so angry and furious was that he didn't know what to do to help him. If Draco wouldn't listen, how was Harry supposed to do anything? More angry tears fell from Harry's eyes.
The tub was full. Draco flicked his wand, turning the faucets off. He continued to contemplate the image in the mirror. Was it in his blood? In his face? Where? he wondered.
Harry covered his face with his arms to block out the light. He felt like the brightness was mocking him. He had thought that this issue would never come up. He had thought that Draco had been pretending to think those things all those years, not that he actually thought them. He sobbed at that. What had happened to the Draco who had got angry with Kreacher for the things he said, what had happened to the Draco who had been yelling at Mrs Black's portrait? Harry sobbed harder. He wanted it all out of his system before he had to face Draco again.
Draco held the wand and traced it down the centre line of his chest, watching the red well from it as he whispered the spell. His skin was so white and the blood so dark compared to it. He watched in fascination as the blood ran down his stomach and pooled in his blond pubic hair.
Harry was still crying when he got the most terrible creeping sensation all through his body. Where had Draco said he was going? To take a bath. Harry sat up and sniffed, staring blankly around the room.
Draco set the wand down on the sink and ran his fingers through the blood. He brought them back up, looking at the red on them. He let some of it drip to the sink. It was kind of pretty, he realised.
Harry sniffed again and frowned. Why did he feel like something wasn't right? Well, something wasn't right, but there was something more than Draco acting like a prejudiced prat. Harry got to his feet and wiped the tears from his face. He wanted to go and see if Draco had gone to take a bath, but maybe he shouldn't. Maybe Draco needed the space for a while. He stood staring at the bedroom door, uncertain and still feeling uneasy.
The blood was trickling down Draco's right leg now and pooling around his foot. Pure-blood, he thought with a kind of sneer at himself. He picked up the wand again, drawing it quickly across his stomach, the blood spattering this time. It really was an interesting spell, he thought. If you cast it with enough force, you could probably rip your opponent wide open.
Harry stood looking at the door for a few more seconds and his stomach lurched again. Something really wasn't right; he could feel it. Even if there was nothing wrong, he would feel better knowing for sure. He moved into the hall and in front of the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Draco?" he asked.
Draco realised that last cut was a bit deep; it hurt more than the last one and the blood seemed to be flowing faster now. He wondered if he should get in the bath.
Harry's heart began beating a little quicker. He knocked harder on the door. "Draco, I know you're mad at me, but I just - I think we need to talk," he said, frowning.
Draco stared in the mirror again, bringing his wand up and considering his face.
There was still no answer and Harry shivered. "Draco, I'm serious," he said. "Let me in there, please. Just for a second." There was still no answer and Harry tried the doorknob, his heart pounding now. The door wouldn't open and he knew there was Locking Charm on it. He didn't know if Draco had put a Silencing Charm up, but it was possible. "I'm coming in there," Harry said, even though he wasn't sure if Draco could hear or not. He raised his wand and took the Locking Charm off and then opened the door.
"Listen, I-" he began, but his breath and his words were taken from him as his eyes landed on Draco.
Draco's wand was poised, ready to use the spell down one cheek. He froze when the door opened. He could see Harry in the mirror but didn't drop his wand or turn around.
"Oh my God," Harry gasped before rushing into the room. "Oh my God, what are you doing?!" Colour drained from his face as he took in the blood on the floor and all down Draco's body.
Draco looked down at himself as if confused about what had Harry so upset. It seemed pretty to him.
Harry took Draco's wand from him and turned him around. His eyes widened and he stared, horrified, at the bloody mess of Draco's front. It felt as if his entire body went numb and he let out something that sounded almost like a whimper.
Draco was startled when Harry took his wand, frowning. "It's in the blood," he said quietly.
Harry wasn't listening to Draco. He could only stare at the deep wounds Draco had inflicted upon himself. He didn't know what to do as he watched the blood still trickling out from the cuts. "REMUS!" he shouted as loudly as he could. "REMUS!"
There was a pop and Remus appeared, wand drawn. "Shit," he said, when he saw the blood.
Harry was as white as a ghost now. "He's bleeding," he gasped. It was rather obvious, but the blood was all he could think of. So much blood.
"I can see that," Remus said, looking at the wounds a bit closer. "What happened?" he asked
"I need to wash away the blood," Draco said in a kind of faraway voice.
"I don't know!" Harry said frantically. He was so confused. What the hell was Draco talking about? "Can't you do something?!" he asked Lupin.
"Draco, look at me," Lupin said, snapping his fingers in front of the blond’s face to get his attention. "What did this? Was it a knife?"
Draco frowned. "No, of course not," he said. "I used a spell."
Lupin wasn't moving fast enough for Harry. "Can't you close them up?!" he asked, voice high. "Do we need to take him somewhere?!"
Lupin guided Draco further into the bathroom. "Sit down, Draco," he said, "and tell me the spell you used." He knelt down in the blood next to the young man.
“Sectumsempra," Draco answered.
Remus frowned. "What?"
Harry gasped when he heard the spell Draco had used.
There were suddenly four cracks outside in the hall.
"What's going on?" came one of the twins' voices.
"Harry?" asked Hermione in a squeak.
Harry didn't answer or look away from Draco. He heard a sharp gasp as Hermione apparently looked inside.
Remus did a couple quick spells to stop the blood flow and prevent infection. "I don't know that spell, Draco," he said quietly. "This cut on your stomach is too deep for a simple healing charm. We need to get you to St Mungo's."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry whimpered as Hermione gasped again.
"What happened?!" Ron asked from the door.
"What the hell's going on?!" asked one of the twins.
"There's blood all over!" said Ron.
"Somebody get his robe," Remus said.
Draco was feeling really light-headed now; not really following the conversation any more. He was watching Harry, mesmerised as always by the other man's eyes.
Harry tore his eyes from Draco for a second to look around the room. Draco had had his robe on when he'd come into the bathroom. He grabbed it off the hook and put it over Draco's shoulders and tried to coax his arms into it. Harry's feet were covered in blood and now his hands were slightly stained, too. He was shaking and still very white.
Draco watched Harry and moved as he was coaxed. He whispered, "In the blood. He always said it was in my blood."
Harry let out a dry sob. "Merlin, Draco," he gasped, still fumbling around with the robe.
Remus came forward and did simple Lightening Spell, picking up Draco in his arms. "I am going to Floo to St Mungo's," he said. "One of you bring Harry."
Harry wanted to be the one to take Draco to St Mungo's, but there was no time for arguing. He turned to the others as Lupin carried Draco out of the room. "Take me, Hermione," he said, wishing he had his own damn Apparation license.
Hermione nodded, holding out her hand.
"The rest of you stay here," said Harry quickly, taking her arm. "The house shouldn't be empty if anyone shows up." And before any of them could protest, Harry and Hermione had left the room with a loud crack.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was standing in the main waiting room of St Mungo's. He turned and faced the fireplace there, waiting for Lupin and Draco, still shaking.
"What on earth happened?" squeaked Hermione, sounding scared.
Harry didn't answer.
Remus Apparated to the kitchen and then used the Floo to take them to St Mungo’s. He arrived to find Harry and Hermione already waiting. Draco was no longer conscious as he approached the Mediwitch station. Harry followed after Lupin like his shadow.
"Oh my -" the woman at the desk said once she'd looked at Draco covered in blood. "What's the matter with him?" she asked quickly.
"Spell damage, deep cuts," Remus said.
The woman lifted her wand and said a spell Harry didn't recognise. Something shot off down the hall and seconds later, a man Apparated. He look one look at Draco and conjured some sort of stretcher for him. "Put him on that," he said to Lupin and after Lupin had set Draco down, the man began walking quickly down the hallway and into a room marked emergency.
Harry went to follow automatically, but another Healer was suddenly there and held him back. "Wait here," she said before moving to follow the first Healer inside the room.
"I'm going in!" Harry shouted.
"You're going to have to wait out here, Sir," the Healer said. "He will be fine and we will be able to heal him much faster with no distractions."
"I want in there," Harry said insistently, but the woman was blocking his way.
She looked at Lupin pointedly.
The first Healer took Draco with him.
"Are immediate family allowed in?" Lupin asked her.
"Is he immediate family?" the Healer asked, looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, he is," Lupin replied. "Binding promise on file with the Ministry."
The woman sighed. "Very well," she said, walking into the room. Harry followed quickly.
The first Healer had already moved Draco onto a bed and had opened his robe. His wand was pulled and he was muttering under his breath as he passed the wand over Draco's skin. He looked up worriedly. "Any information on what spell was used?"
"Sectumsempra," Harry said quickly. "I don't think it's an approved spell." He didn't like the Healer's worried expression.
"Never heard of it." The man frowned. "Do you have the wand that did it?"
Harry nodded and pulled Draco's wand from his pocket. "Here." He handed it over to the man.
The Healer tapped it with his own wand, using a spell to identify the last magic the wand had used. His scowl deepened. "This is his wand? These are self-inflicted?" He sounded incredulous.
Harry closed his eyes for a second and then nodded.
The woman Healer looked shocked as well.
The Healer shook his head, seeming both horrified and impressed. "High pain threshold," he said, almost as if talking to himself. Then he seemed to really look at the man beside him. "Are you Mr Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said breathlessly.
The Healer did several spells that seemed to seal the open wounds but the skin still look angry and puffed at the edges. "This is still likely to scar," the Healer told Harry. "And we will need to keep him to see if there are additional spells that can aid this in closing."
"I have to stay with him," Harry said firmly.
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Chapter Title: Bad Blood
Words: 2102 Words
Draco turned on the faucets to fill the bath. While the water ran, he stood staring into the face in the mirror. He could see so much of his father in that face.
Harry laid down on the bed, staring up at the canopy of it. He was scared, terrified for Draco, and what made him so angry and furious was that he didn't know what to do to help him. If Draco wouldn't listen, how was Harry supposed to do anything? More angry tears fell from Harry's eyes.
The tub was full. Draco flicked his wand, turning the faucets off. He continued to contemplate the image in the mirror. Was it in his blood? In his face? Where? he wondered.
Harry covered his face with his arms to block out the light. He felt like the brightness was mocking him. He had thought that this issue would never come up. He had thought that Draco had been pretending to think those things all those years, not that he actually thought them. He sobbed at that. What had happened to the Draco who had got angry with Kreacher for the things he said, what had happened to the Draco who had been yelling at Mrs Black's portrait? Harry sobbed harder. He wanted it all out of his system before he had to face Draco again.
Draco held the wand and traced it down the centre line of his chest, watching the red well from it as he whispered the spell. His skin was so white and the blood so dark compared to it. He watched in fascination as the blood ran down his stomach and pooled in his blond pubic hair.
Harry was still crying when he got the most terrible creeping sensation all through his body. Where had Draco said he was going? To take a bath. Harry sat up and sniffed, staring blankly around the room.
Draco set the wand down on the sink and ran his fingers through the blood. He brought them back up, looking at the red on them. He let some of it drip to the sink. It was kind of pretty, he realised.
Harry sniffed again and frowned. Why did he feel like something wasn't right? Well, something wasn't right, but there was something more than Draco acting like a prejudiced prat. Harry got to his feet and wiped the tears from his face. He wanted to go and see if Draco had gone to take a bath, but maybe he shouldn't. Maybe Draco needed the space for a while. He stood staring at the bedroom door, uncertain and still feeling uneasy.
The blood was trickling down Draco's right leg now and pooling around his foot. Pure-blood, he thought with a kind of sneer at himself. He picked up the wand again, drawing it quickly across his stomach, the blood spattering this time. It really was an interesting spell, he thought. If you cast it with enough force, you could probably rip your opponent wide open.
Harry stood looking at the door for a few more seconds and his stomach lurched again. Something really wasn't right; he could feel it. Even if there was nothing wrong, he would feel better knowing for sure. He moved into the hall and in front of the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Draco?" he asked.
Draco realised that last cut was a bit deep; it hurt more than the last one and the blood seemed to be flowing faster now. He wondered if he should get in the bath.
Harry's heart began beating a little quicker. He knocked harder on the door. "Draco, I know you're mad at me, but I just - I think we need to talk," he said, frowning.
Draco stared in the mirror again, bringing his wand up and considering his face.
There was still no answer and Harry shivered. "Draco, I'm serious," he said. "Let me in there, please. Just for a second." There was still no answer and Harry tried the doorknob, his heart pounding now. The door wouldn't open and he knew there was Locking Charm on it. He didn't know if Draco had put a Silencing Charm up, but it was possible. "I'm coming in there," Harry said, even though he wasn't sure if Draco could hear or not. He raised his wand and took the Locking Charm off and then opened the door.
"Listen, I-" he began, but his breath and his words were taken from him as his eyes landed on Draco.
Draco's wand was poised, ready to use the spell down one cheek. He froze when the door opened. He could see Harry in the mirror but didn't drop his wand or turn around.
"Oh my God," Harry gasped before rushing into the room. "Oh my God, what are you doing?!" Colour drained from his face as he took in the blood on the floor and all down Draco's body.
Draco looked down at himself as if confused about what had Harry so upset. It seemed pretty to him.
Harry took Draco's wand from him and turned him around. His eyes widened and he stared, horrified, at the bloody mess of Draco's front. It felt as if his entire body went numb and he let out something that sounded almost like a whimper.
Draco was startled when Harry took his wand, frowning. "It's in the blood," he said quietly.
Harry wasn't listening to Draco. He could only stare at the deep wounds Draco had inflicted upon himself. He didn't know what to do as he watched the blood still trickling out from the cuts. "REMUS!" he shouted as loudly as he could. "REMUS!"
There was a pop and Remus appeared, wand drawn. "Shit," he said, when he saw the blood.
Harry was as white as a ghost now. "He's bleeding," he gasped. It was rather obvious, but the blood was all he could think of. So much blood.
"I can see that," Remus said, looking at the wounds a bit closer. "What happened?" he asked
"I need to wash away the blood," Draco said in a kind of faraway voice.
"I don't know!" Harry said frantically. He was so confused. What the hell was Draco talking about? "Can't you do something?!" he asked Lupin.
"Draco, look at me," Lupin said, snapping his fingers in front of the blond’s face to get his attention. "What did this? Was it a knife?"
Draco frowned. "No, of course not," he said. "I used a spell."
Lupin wasn't moving fast enough for Harry. "Can't you close them up?!" he asked, voice high. "Do we need to take him somewhere?!"
Lupin guided Draco further into the bathroom. "Sit down, Draco," he said, "and tell me the spell you used." He knelt down in the blood next to the young man.
“Sectumsempra," Draco answered.
Remus frowned. "What?"
Harry gasped when he heard the spell Draco had used.
There were suddenly four cracks outside in the hall.
"What's going on?" came one of the twins' voices.
"Harry?" asked Hermione in a squeak.
Harry didn't answer or look away from Draco. He heard a sharp gasp as Hermione apparently looked inside.
Remus did a couple quick spells to stop the blood flow and prevent infection. "I don't know that spell, Draco," he said quietly. "This cut on your stomach is too deep for a simple healing charm. We need to get you to St Mungo's."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry whimpered as Hermione gasped again.
"What happened?!" Ron asked from the door.
"What the hell's going on?!" asked one of the twins.
"There's blood all over!" said Ron.
"Somebody get his robe," Remus said.
Draco was feeling really light-headed now; not really following the conversation any more. He was watching Harry, mesmerised as always by the other man's eyes.
Harry tore his eyes from Draco for a second to look around the room. Draco had had his robe on when he'd come into the bathroom. He grabbed it off the hook and put it over Draco's shoulders and tried to coax his arms into it. Harry's feet were covered in blood and now his hands were slightly stained, too. He was shaking and still very white.
Draco watched Harry and moved as he was coaxed. He whispered, "In the blood. He always said it was in my blood."
Harry let out a dry sob. "Merlin, Draco," he gasped, still fumbling around with the robe.
Remus came forward and did simple Lightening Spell, picking up Draco in his arms. "I am going to Floo to St Mungo's," he said. "One of you bring Harry."
Harry wanted to be the one to take Draco to St Mungo's, but there was no time for arguing. He turned to the others as Lupin carried Draco out of the room. "Take me, Hermione," he said, wishing he had his own damn Apparation license.
Hermione nodded, holding out her hand.
"The rest of you stay here," said Harry quickly, taking her arm. "The house shouldn't be empty if anyone shows up." And before any of them could protest, Harry and Hermione had left the room with a loud crack.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was standing in the main waiting room of St Mungo's. He turned and faced the fireplace there, waiting for Lupin and Draco, still shaking.
"What on earth happened?" squeaked Hermione, sounding scared.
Harry didn't answer.
Remus Apparated to the kitchen and then used the Floo to take them to St Mungo’s. He arrived to find Harry and Hermione already waiting. Draco was no longer conscious as he approached the Mediwitch station. Harry followed after Lupin like his shadow.
"Oh my -" the woman at the desk said once she'd looked at Draco covered in blood. "What's the matter with him?" she asked quickly.
"Spell damage, deep cuts," Remus said.
The woman lifted her wand and said a spell Harry didn't recognise. Something shot off down the hall and seconds later, a man Apparated. He look one look at Draco and conjured some sort of stretcher for him. "Put him on that," he said to Lupin and after Lupin had set Draco down, the man began walking quickly down the hallway and into a room marked emergency.
Harry went to follow automatically, but another Healer was suddenly there and held him back. "Wait here," she said before moving to follow the first Healer inside the room.
"I'm going in!" Harry shouted.
"You're going to have to wait out here, Sir," the Healer said. "He will be fine and we will be able to heal him much faster with no distractions."
"I want in there," Harry said insistently, but the woman was blocking his way.
She looked at Lupin pointedly.
The first Healer took Draco with him.
"Are immediate family allowed in?" Lupin asked her.
"Is he immediate family?" the Healer asked, looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, he is," Lupin replied. "Binding promise on file with the Ministry."
The woman sighed. "Very well," she said, walking into the room. Harry followed quickly.
The first Healer had already moved Draco onto a bed and had opened his robe. His wand was pulled and he was muttering under his breath as he passed the wand over Draco's skin. He looked up worriedly. "Any information on what spell was used?"
"Sectumsempra," Harry said quickly. "I don't think it's an approved spell." He didn't like the Healer's worried expression.
"Never heard of it." The man frowned. "Do you have the wand that did it?"
Harry nodded and pulled Draco's wand from his pocket. "Here." He handed it over to the man.
The Healer tapped it with his own wand, using a spell to identify the last magic the wand had used. His scowl deepened. "This is his wand? These are self-inflicted?" He sounded incredulous.
Harry closed his eyes for a second and then nodded.
The woman Healer looked shocked as well.
The Healer shook his head, seeming both horrified and impressed. "High pain threshold," he said, almost as if talking to himself. Then he seemed to really look at the man beside him. "Are you Mr Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said breathlessly.
The Healer did several spells that seemed to seal the open wounds but the skin still look angry and puffed at the edges. "This is still likely to scar," the Healer told Harry. "And we will need to keep him to see if there are additional spells that can aid this in closing."
"I have to stay with him," Harry said firmly.
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