Everything Happens Everything Changes

Everything Happens Everything Changes
Chapter Five

Draco definitely felt a headache coming on. He could sense he was somewhere magical, a feeling he hadn‘t felt in a year. Immediately he began to panic.

“We’ve been caught…”, dread bean to fill his limbs as his brain raced with this information. Draco dared to open one eye only to immediately close it upon what was waiting beside his bed. “The Mudblood?”, he thought, “Oh Merlin, I’ve definitely died and gone to hell…” What the hell was going on?

“Malfoy?”, suddenly there was movement by him and he felt a cold hand on his forehead. Shit shit shit! He was hoping she hadn’t noticed his sudden consciousness and he could go on pretending to be asleep. He had to decide fast on what to do. Either he could jump out of bed and then immediately out a window or he could hold his breath until he passed out again. Before he could decide though he was once again interrupted.

“Malfoy, I know you’ve come to, stop pretending. You’re safe here.” Draco didn’t believe her but he knew he didn’t have any other options. His legs felt like lead and he truly doubt he could make himself pass out on purpose. He opened both eyes, quickly taking in his surroundings before going back to Hermione.

“Where am I, Granger?”, Draco asked, refusing to meet her stare. Instead he sat up in the bed and smoothed out the sheets around his waist. His eyes finally settled on his hands, which were busy clenching each other.

“You’re at Mollywobbles Hospital for Wizards. Its named after Ron’s mom…”, Draco quickly sobered after the second part of that statement. After Ron’s mom? He had begun to laugh at such a ridiculous name for a hospital but Hermione had caught him off guard.

“What do you mean after Ron’s mom? Did something happen to her? To them?”, Draco asked with a sense of guilt. True he had never been friendly to the family but Molly Weasley was a mother of seven and a pureblood.

“God Draco, you really have no idea what’s been going on do you?”

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Back at Harry’s house, two men sat awkwardly in a dark bedroom. Both men had admitted to each other more than they would like to think about at the moment. The older man, more commonly known as Severus Snape, was surprised to feel Harry Potter‘s hand searching out his own.

“Is it true?”

“Is what true, Harry?”

“What your wrote about… about those things you would do to make sure Draco and you had food…and a place to stay?”, Harry’s hand felt hot in his and Severus felt his heart begin to race. Severus simply nodded, unable to say anything aloud. It was as if a large stone had gotten lodged in his throat and it would never go away.

“Is that why earlier you let me see you. When I was in the bathroom, you knew didn’t you?”

Somehow the stone had gotten larger and Snape suddenly knew what it was. Shame had finally caught up with him.

“Harry, I did those things for Draco. He didn’t know I did them. He might have wondered about me sometimes I think, but he never knew the full extent. It was sometimes for money, but mostly for food. Sometimes they even mentioned Draco, but I would never let that happen Harry. Just like I would never had let Draco starve.”

“But tonight Harry, that wasn’t planned. When it happened though, I don’t know, I just couldn’t stop. Just like I couldn’t stop my self from kissing you. I wasn’t trying to repay you for helping me. I just wanted to kiss you…”

“Why did you want to kiss me though?”, Harry asked, pulling his hand away, his voice barely audible.

Why was he kissing Harry Potter? When Snape tried to answer Harry’s question though only un-nerving answers came to mind. Was he was kissing Harry Potter for rescuing him from the last year of living like a criminal? Was he kissing Harry Potter because he was hoping a bit of the boy’s luck might rub off? Or was it he was kissing Harry Potter because he had wanted to for a long time, that thought unnerved Snape the most. The only reason he could think of for that is because it was the only thing that sounded true… Snape reached for Harry’s hand, and upon finding it near his still , he brought it to rest on his knee.

“ I kissed you, Harry Potter, not because I wanted to. I kissed you cause I needed to. I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Because I’ve only had you like this in my dreams, and dreams can be cruel to a man like me.”

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Draco sat quietly as he listened to Granger tell him what had been going on. Apparently he had been in a car crash. He had been taken here from the Muggle hospital after he and Severus were captured because Severus had used his wand to get Draco out of the ruins of the car crash. Draco had a mild concussion and a broken leg. His leg was mending magically now, but they had left something called a “cast” which the muggles had put on him at their hospital. Hermione had explained the cast would help set his leg right as the bones healed. Then she had explained that that had been her decision, since she was after all a medi-witch now.

“Molly Weasley died when Voldemort attacked St. Mungo’s. It was reported he was attempting to cleanse out the magical community from impurities.”, She then had gone on comparing Voldemort to some man in the muggle world who had done similar things which had led to World War Two. Draco didn’t know what she was rambling on about but let her continue non the less. “Molly was there helping out with the war. She and everyone else inside were murdered when Voldemort set Mungo’s up in what people described as “black flames”. There was no way to stop it, and soon everyone was gone…” Hermione stopped, her voice cracking with emotion. Hermione closed her eyes, turning away from Draco as she tried to compose her self. Without hesitation Draco reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it as he tried to nonverbally comfort her.

Hermione quickly jerked her hand out of his touch, alarm in her eyes.

“What the hell Draco? What do you think you’re doing?!” Her eyes were wild as they searched his for answers. For a moment Draco was taken back, unsure what to say or why he was receiving such treatment. But then it all came rushing back to him. The way he use to be, the things he had done to her. He held his hand against his chest, ashamed of his past.

“I’m sorry Gra… Hermione. I’m sorry for all that’s happened…”, Draco turned away from Hermione, staring instead at the dark sky out side the window. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you. I’m sorry that Ron’s mum died. And I’m sorry that you were forced to stay here with me, which I’m sure you must have been. It must be hard for you to even have to see me here, in Molly’s hospital…”

Suddenly a hand was on his shoulder, turning him to took in Hermione’s eyes. She searched his face for any signs of a sneer or something to give him away for being the Draco Malfoy she had always known. This person before her had the same eyes, the same nose, the same chin. Yet his lips were smooth, no sneer visible, the only visible tightness about them caused from his strong emotions. His hair had been died, but his eyelashes were still so light they were barely visible. And now she noticed the long scar running from his ear down his neck. She didn’t know who this person was, but it wasn’t the boy she once knew.

“Where did that scar come from?”, She asked, noting how all of sudden he was unable to meet her eyes once more.

“My father. Lucius Malfoy, known Death Eater, did that to me. He tried to kill me in my sleep. I woke up though and saw him just as he was about cut me from ear to ear.”, Draco’s hand went up to his left ear, his finger tracing the knife’s path. It was a nervous habit he had recently gotten. The attack had left him partially deaf but he was thankful he had survived. At least that was what he kept trying to tell himself.


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“Well, then you ought to kiss me again, then. You know, just to make sure we’re not asleep.” Snape was surprised at Harry’s words. Even more so when he felt the boy move closer to him and suddenly he could feel Harry’s hot breath against his neck.

“You ought to kiss me Severus because I want you to. No, I need you to kiss me because…” But Snape didn’t let him finish his statement. Snape pulled Harry up against his chest as his mouth sought out the other. Soon their lips crushed against one another’s, a deep moan coming from Snape as Harry wrapped him self around his torso. Both men were breathing raggedly through their noses , unwilling to part. Snape went to taste Harry one last time before kissing down Harry’s neck, licking a sensitive spot by Harry’s ear it seemed. Snape took note for future reference.

“I need you to kiss me, I need you to taste me so that…” Harry moaned, clutching around Snape’s body as he found that spot by his ear” “… So that I know this is happening, and that I didn’t die four months ago like I thought.” Snape grabbed onto Harry tighter, his brain wrapping around what Harry had just said. Snape groaned into Harry’s neck, a tight pain in his heart making its self heard.

“We all died that night, Harry. I’ve been dead for a year though, and you’ve been dead for four months.” Snape couldn’t help himself as he bit at the same spot, having to make sure Harry felt the pain too. Harry hissed in response, his fingers began to dig into Snape’s arms hard enough to bruise. But Snape didn’t care, he just bit Harry again harder as both hurt one another. The pain mixed with pleasure for both of them, a reminder that they were still alive. Snape went back to Harry’s mouth as his hands trailed down to go up underneath Harry’s shirt. He was surprised by all of the scars he could feel lining his back. Like brail they were raised to meet his fingertips, and Severus desperately wanted to hear all of the stories Harry had to tell.

His hands fell away though as he felt himself be pushed back onto the bed. Suddenly Harry was straddling him and pinning his hands above his head. Harry laid down on top of Snape, as much as the position allowed, and buried his head in the crook of Snape’s neck. The boy’s grip on him relaxed and Snape noticed that the boys face felt wet against his cheek. He pulled his hands out of Harry’s grasp and wrapped his arms around the smaller man.

“Severus…”, Harry whispered into his neck as he moved to lay on his side. Snape followed suite not wanting to let go. “Can we just lay like this, for a while?”

“Of course.”