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Chapter Four - The Kiss
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Chapter Four – The Kiss
Harry awoke with a sudden feeling of determination to discover what Draco was doing in that mysterious room next to the northern tower. The feeling got so strong that he immediately had to take out the Mauruder’s Map. When he saw Draco in the room, he knew it was meant to be. So he got out of bed and exited his dorms as quietly and as fast as he could. He did not even bother to take the invisibility cloak. The only one out of bed except him and Draco was Mrs. Norris, who was far away in the dungeons. He soon saw himself right next to Draco. The only thing separating them was the door in front of him. Without thinking about what he might find inside, he pushed the handle down. It was not locked, so he pushed the door open.
Whatever he thought he might find, it certainly was not this. At first he did not even understand what he was seeing. Draco with his hands on his stomach, kneeling in what looked like red paint. Then it dawned on him. It was not paint. It was blood. And it was coming from behind Draco’s hands.
“OH MY GOD!” Harry turned to run for help, when he heard Draco’s breath-taken voice.
“NO! Harry… Please… Don’t… I don’t…”
Harry could barely make out what he was saying. He had heard “No” though, and “please”. Draco Malfoy said please for the second time this month. It was a miracle. “I am going to get Madame Pomfrey, I’ll be right back.”
“No, no, no, no… Please!”
Third time. Harry was about to ignore it and leave when he discovered the bottle on the floor. He recognized that purple colour. It was that closing-up wounds potion Snape had taught them. He was almost positive. He hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up. He had to fight off Draco’s hands, which were weakly trying to push him away. It was not hard; Draco did not appear to have any strength left. Harry pushed him down on his back, and then poured the potion into the wound. He was praying that it was the right potion. Luckily, the wound began to immediately heal itself. He saw the other wounds on Draco’s chest and poured some on them too, even though they seemed a lot less serious.
When he was done, he noticed that Draco had fainted. Harry did not know what to do. He could not leave him though, and so he laid his cloak over him, put Draco’s head in his lap, and began stroking his hair. He did not know why he was doing it. He should not be doing it. Draco was his enemy. But he was so worried, and it felt good to do something. Way too much had happened since he opened that door, and he could not do anything but what felt right in that moment.
Soon enough, Draco came to life again. At first he just smiled softly, and Harry’s heart jumped. But then Draco discovered him and suddenly looked afraid. Just for a tenth of a second though, before he covered it up with a look of disgust. “What the fuck are you doing Potter?”
Harry saw he was trying to shout, but he still barely heard what he said. He was apparently still too weak. Harry tried to get mad at him, but he could not. He should; he had just saved this ungrateful brat’s life, and he couldn’t even thank him? But he had seen that fearful look. It had barely been noticeable. Barely. But it was there. “Who did this to you?”
“Get off of me! What right do you think you have coming here getting into my business, after blackmailing me like that?” Draco was apparently getting some of his strength back and tried to sit up, so Harry helped him. Draco tried to shake him off, but it was too much for him.
Harry decided to ignore his comment about the blackmail. He felt bad enough about that already. “Malfoy, who did this? Tell me!”
Draco looked away, and when Harry followed his gaze he saw a knife lying in the pool of blood. And he understood. No one would be so stupid as to leave the weapon behind when trying to kill someone. Draco had done this to himself. It sure would explain all the other scars covering his torso. Harry felt a pang in his chest. What made Draco want to hurt himself? And what made him try to kill himself? Was it because of his so-called ‘friends’ being angry at him? Harry had seen how they had ignored him the entire day, and had actually regretted bragging so much about knowing their strategy. Now he regretted it even more.
But it could not be entirely because of that. Some of the scars looked really old. That night he confronted Draco came to mind. He had not thought about it since that night, other than how he could use it to his advantage. He had not wanted to think about it. Now it was inevitable though. “Why did you do it?” Harry could not even look at him. He was afraid of what he might do. He was not sure he could stop himself from hugging him.
Draco sighed. “Just leave it alone Potter.”
Draco wanted nothing more than to disappear. It felt like his entire façade was falling apart in front of Harry’s eyes. He knows about Snape and now he knows about this. He clutched the cloak to his chest. How much had Harry seen? For how long had he been passed out? And why had Harry done… that… to him? Draco had felt so taken cared of. For a second he had thought he was in heaven. But then he awoke for real, saw Harry, and understood what it meant. He was not dead. It failed; he was still stuck in this hell hole. And Harry had seen what he had done. Draco was sure Harry had seen his fear, and that really unsettled him. No one but Snape had seen him so emotional. Why did it have to be Harry?
“Malfoy, come on, talk to me.”
Draco did not dare turn around. “What the fuck do you want, Potter?”
“You’ve done this before. I’ve seen you enter this room before. Many times. Is this what you do here?”
“What the fuck Potter, are you following me?” That seemed to unsettle him a bit.
“Well, no, but… I’m worried about you.” He sounded embarrassed about it, as though it was something forbidden. Perhaps it was.
“Why would you worry about me? I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Apparently not very well. You were dying, Draco.”
Since when did Harry call him ‘Draco’? He decided not dwell on it as it was too disturbing. “And it hasn’t crossed your mind that it might be what I was going for?” Draco did not know why he was saying this. He blamed it on the loss of blood.
“But why? Why would you want to kill yourself? You’ve always given yourself out to be so strong.”
“Shut the hell up Potter! You have no idea what I’ve been through!”
“No, you’re right. But I’ve fought Voldemort four times and survived, I’ve seen Cedric die in front of me, I’ve grown up without parents, and I’ve lost the one closest to being a parent to me! What the fuck can be so much worse than that?”
Draco knew it was not the time, but he could not help laughing. In fact, he was laughing so hard he did not even see Harry move until he was kneeling merely a few inches away from him.
“What the fuck is so funny?”
Draco could see the rage storming in those emerald eyes, and discovered they looked a lot like the jewels in his knife. “You don’t understand..”
Harry was growing more and more frustrated.
“What? I don’t understand what? Is it about Snape?” Harry was not prepared for what that did to Draco. All of a sudden he looked so broken, Harry just wanted to fix him. A few moments passed in silence. After a while, Harry could not stand it anymore. And so, without thinking, he leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Draco’s soft lips. He did not even have time to consider what he had done before Draco had pushed him away and backed up, putting at least eight feet between them.
“NO! Don’t you touch me!” he screamed.
Harry regretted what he had done. But he could not just do nothing. Instead, he stood up and walked towards Draco, who backed away until he was sitting with his back against the wall. Then he did something he never thought he would: he sat down and put his arms around Draco Malfoy. Well, he did not think he would be kissing him either, but drastic situations call for drastic measures.
Of course, Draco tried to get away, but he was too weak from the blood-loss to put up a real fight. After a lot of no’s and let-me-go’s he seemed to realise it was pointless and just relaxed in Harry’s arms. Harry exhaled a breath he did not even know he had been holding. He would not have known what to do if Draco had not stopped fighting. It took a while before Harry realised that the blonde was crying. He could not really believe it. Even after all he had seen tonight, he never thought he would see Draco cry. But instead of taunting him about it, as he would normally have done, he just held Draco against his chest, stroked his back, and whispered soothing words into his ears.
Harry awoke with a sudden feeling of determination to discover what Draco was doing in that mysterious room next to the northern tower. The feeling got so strong that he immediately had to take out the Mauruder’s Map. When he saw Draco in the room, he knew it was meant to be. So he got out of bed and exited his dorms as quietly and as fast as he could. He did not even bother to take the invisibility cloak. The only one out of bed except him and Draco was Mrs. Norris, who was far away in the dungeons. He soon saw himself right next to Draco. The only thing separating them was the door in front of him. Without thinking about what he might find inside, he pushed the handle down. It was not locked, so he pushed the door open.
Whatever he thought he might find, it certainly was not this. At first he did not even understand what he was seeing. Draco with his hands on his stomach, kneeling in what looked like red paint. Then it dawned on him. It was not paint. It was blood. And it was coming from behind Draco’s hands.
“OH MY GOD!” Harry turned to run for help, when he heard Draco’s breath-taken voice.
“NO! Harry… Please… Don’t… I don’t…”
Harry could barely make out what he was saying. He had heard “No” though, and “please”. Draco Malfoy said please for the second time this month. It was a miracle. “I am going to get Madame Pomfrey, I’ll be right back.”
“No, no, no, no… Please!”
Third time. Harry was about to ignore it and leave when he discovered the bottle on the floor. He recognized that purple colour. It was that closing-up wounds potion Snape had taught them. He was almost positive. He hesitated for a few seconds before picking it up. He had to fight off Draco’s hands, which were weakly trying to push him away. It was not hard; Draco did not appear to have any strength left. Harry pushed him down on his back, and then poured the potion into the wound. He was praying that it was the right potion. Luckily, the wound began to immediately heal itself. He saw the other wounds on Draco’s chest and poured some on them too, even though they seemed a lot less serious.
When he was done, he noticed that Draco had fainted. Harry did not know what to do. He could not leave him though, and so he laid his cloak over him, put Draco’s head in his lap, and began stroking his hair. He did not know why he was doing it. He should not be doing it. Draco was his enemy. But he was so worried, and it felt good to do something. Way too much had happened since he opened that door, and he could not do anything but what felt right in that moment.
Soon enough, Draco came to life again. At first he just smiled softly, and Harry’s heart jumped. But then Draco discovered him and suddenly looked afraid. Just for a tenth of a second though, before he covered it up with a look of disgust. “What the fuck are you doing Potter?”
Harry saw he was trying to shout, but he still barely heard what he said. He was apparently still too weak. Harry tried to get mad at him, but he could not. He should; he had just saved this ungrateful brat’s life, and he couldn’t even thank him? But he had seen that fearful look. It had barely been noticeable. Barely. But it was there. “Who did this to you?”
“Get off of me! What right do you think you have coming here getting into my business, after blackmailing me like that?” Draco was apparently getting some of his strength back and tried to sit up, so Harry helped him. Draco tried to shake him off, but it was too much for him.
Harry decided to ignore his comment about the blackmail. He felt bad enough about that already. “Malfoy, who did this? Tell me!”
Draco looked away, and when Harry followed his gaze he saw a knife lying in the pool of blood. And he understood. No one would be so stupid as to leave the weapon behind when trying to kill someone. Draco had done this to himself. It sure would explain all the other scars covering his torso. Harry felt a pang in his chest. What made Draco want to hurt himself? And what made him try to kill himself? Was it because of his so-called ‘friends’ being angry at him? Harry had seen how they had ignored him the entire day, and had actually regretted bragging so much about knowing their strategy. Now he regretted it even more.
But it could not be entirely because of that. Some of the scars looked really old. That night he confronted Draco came to mind. He had not thought about it since that night, other than how he could use it to his advantage. He had not wanted to think about it. Now it was inevitable though. “Why did you do it?” Harry could not even look at him. He was afraid of what he might do. He was not sure he could stop himself from hugging him.
Draco sighed. “Just leave it alone Potter.”
Draco wanted nothing more than to disappear. It felt like his entire façade was falling apart in front of Harry’s eyes. He knows about Snape and now he knows about this. He clutched the cloak to his chest. How much had Harry seen? For how long had he been passed out? And why had Harry done… that… to him? Draco had felt so taken cared of. For a second he had thought he was in heaven. But then he awoke for real, saw Harry, and understood what it meant. He was not dead. It failed; he was still stuck in this hell hole. And Harry had seen what he had done. Draco was sure Harry had seen his fear, and that really unsettled him. No one but Snape had seen him so emotional. Why did it have to be Harry?
“Malfoy, come on, talk to me.”
Draco did not dare turn around. “What the fuck do you want, Potter?”
“You’ve done this before. I’ve seen you enter this room before. Many times. Is this what you do here?”
“What the fuck Potter, are you following me?” That seemed to unsettle him a bit.
“Well, no, but… I’m worried about you.” He sounded embarrassed about it, as though it was something forbidden. Perhaps it was.
“Why would you worry about me? I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“Apparently not very well. You were dying, Draco.”
Since when did Harry call him ‘Draco’? He decided not dwell on it as it was too disturbing. “And it hasn’t crossed your mind that it might be what I was going for?” Draco did not know why he was saying this. He blamed it on the loss of blood.
“But why? Why would you want to kill yourself? You’ve always given yourself out to be so strong.”
“Shut the hell up Potter! You have no idea what I’ve been through!”
“No, you’re right. But I’ve fought Voldemort four times and survived, I’ve seen Cedric die in front of me, I’ve grown up without parents, and I’ve lost the one closest to being a parent to me! What the fuck can be so much worse than that?”
Draco knew it was not the time, but he could not help laughing. In fact, he was laughing so hard he did not even see Harry move until he was kneeling merely a few inches away from him.
“What the fuck is so funny?”
Draco could see the rage storming in those emerald eyes, and discovered they looked a lot like the jewels in his knife. “You don’t understand..”
Harry was growing more and more frustrated.
“What? I don’t understand what? Is it about Snape?” Harry was not prepared for what that did to Draco. All of a sudden he looked so broken, Harry just wanted to fix him. A few moments passed in silence. After a while, Harry could not stand it anymore. And so, without thinking, he leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Draco’s soft lips. He did not even have time to consider what he had done before Draco had pushed him away and backed up, putting at least eight feet between them.
“NO! Don’t you touch me!” he screamed.
Harry regretted what he had done. But he could not just do nothing. Instead, he stood up and walked towards Draco, who backed away until he was sitting with his back against the wall. Then he did something he never thought he would: he sat down and put his arms around Draco Malfoy. Well, he did not think he would be kissing him either, but drastic situations call for drastic measures.
Of course, Draco tried to get away, but he was too weak from the blood-loss to put up a real fight. After a lot of no’s and let-me-go’s he seemed to realise it was pointless and just relaxed in Harry’s arms. Harry exhaled a breath he did not even know he had been holding. He would not have known what to do if Draco had not stopped fighting. It took a while before Harry realised that the blonde was crying. He could not really believe it. Even after all he had seen tonight, he never thought he would see Draco cry. But instead of taunting him about it, as he would normally have done, he just held Draco against his chest, stroked his back, and whispered soothing words into his ears.