Trials, Tribulation & Love

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to JK. Rowling. I REPEAT. All characters belong to JK. Rowling. I’m sure none of you are THAT thick. ehe.


CHAPTER NINE



Harry felt like complete shit. He wanted nothing more then to just kick the bucket and descend the ladders to Hell. Hell seemed like a better place then where he
was now at least.

How could Draco have done something like this? Did it mean that their relationship meant absolutely nothing to Draco? Harry loved Draco so much that maybe he’d let the passion blind him completely.

But the way Draco had approached him, as if nothing was wrong. That was what Harry couldn’t believe. To have the nerve to come up to him after he’d had his hands all over the fag, Parkison.

“I fucking won’t be used!” Harry shouted and some third years jumped out of his way.

He didn’t feel like crying. He just wanted to punch Draco to his death.
“Harry! Wait! Harry!”

He stopped, it wasn’t Draco’s voice. He turned around, still fuming.

Hermione was chasing after him, bushy brown hair flying after her.

“What.” he said coldly. He was not in the mood to chat with her.

“Harry, I saw you come running out of the Courtyard and I’ve been chasing after you the whole way! Sheesh! What’s up?” she asked, gasping for breath.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” said Harry shortly.

“Is it about Draco?” she asked quietly.

Harry snapped his head in her direction. Her eyes were understanding and full of concern.

“You- you knew about us?” he stammered.

“Yes Harry, I did. I accidently saw you two together one night... but don&#t wot worry, I haven’t told anyone.” she added hastily.

Harry nodded slowly.

“So is it Draco?” she repeated.

After a pause, Harry sighed. “Yeah, it is. Gods Herm, everything was going so fine... and we were so happy.... why?”

“Come, in here.” Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him into an empty
classroom. “Now, tell me what happened?”
“He fucking played me that’s what.” Harry spat suddenly. “I caught him kissing Pansy down in the dungeons today...”

Hermione’s eyes were wide with shock. “He what? Are you sure Harry?”

“I’m bloody sure as hell. He was all over her.”

“I-I’m so sorry Harry...” Hermione whispered.

“Yeah I am too. For ever going out with the bastard. I bet that’s what he was planning to do in the first place. Make a fool of me....”

Hermione fell silent.

“Are- are you sure it was him?” she asked meekly.

Harry glared at her. “Of course I’m sure it was him.”

“How did you come upon them?”

“I was in the Library and then I saw Blaise and then right behind them, Draco and Pansy were there... when Blaise left the Library, they followed after him...”

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “They followed him?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, and I followed after them too... then they stalked Blaise all the way to the dungeons and when he stopped, Draco and Pansy jumped all over each other...” Harry grimaced.

“That almost sounds as if....” Hermione trailed off.

“As if what?” asked Harry.

“Wait. So describe Draco and Pansy... like how they were...” she said suddenly, her eyes flickering mysteriously.

“What do you mean, how they were?” he said, feeling slightly annoyed. Afterall, it was painful to think about Draco and Pansy...

“Yes... like their actions and their expressions.” she pressed on.

“Hermione, this little peptalk isn’t exactly cheering me up you know?” said Harry.
“Hurry up and just tell me!” said Hermione.

Harry was confused. “Um, well they both looked really determined about something... they didn’t talk at all though...”

Hermione’s eyes widened even more. “Did they seem.... to have syncronized movements?”

Harry furrowed his brow. Syncronized movements? Well now that he thought about it...

“Sort of I guess.... I didn’t notice it then but....”

“When they were kissing, who went in first?”

“Er-...” Harry paused. “They both went in at the same time.... but why?”

“Were their arms around each other the same way?”

Harry stood up, angry. “Herm! What is up with you?”

“DID THEY?”

“YES!”

Hermione’s expession suddenly softened. She looked at Harry.

“Pansy.”

Harry stared. “What about her.”

“It’s Pansy Harry! She must have been using the Reflectus Charm Harry!”

“Thet?&#t?”

“The Reflectus Charm! It’s a complex charm that enables you to reflect another person in a sold form! But the only catch is, the other person is just a reflection of you, that appears different, so every action, every move is syncronized! Don’t you get it?”

Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“So you’re saying that- that-”

“That wasn’t Draco at all that she was kissing! She was kissing a solid reflection of herself in the appearance of Draco!” Hermione said enthusiastically. “I’ll bet my life on it that Pansy used the Reflectus Charm! I’ll murder her!”

“But-but...” Harry’s head was spinning. “But why?”

“I don’t know Harry. But I’m taking wild guess by saying that she probably used Draco to try and get Blaise. Clever isn’t it? Make out in front of him and get him jealous.”

“Fuck. Oh my god.” Harry said disbelievingly. “So it wasn’t Drake....”

He sprang up from his chair. “Herm? I’ve gotta go find him. I’ve gotta talk to him.”

“Okay Harry. And good luck!” Hermione said, her eyes sparkling with tears.

Harry dashed out of the classroom. Fuck! Where could Draco be? He could be anywhere. He racked his brain for all of Draco’s hang out places.

“Draco!” he shouted out as he ran through the corridors. “Draco! Where are you?”

He went to the dungeons below where Slytherin’s House was located. A Slytherin girl appeared from behind a wall that led to the common room.

“Is Draco Malfoy in there?” he asked desperately.

She glared at him. “No, he hasn’t been here all day today.”

He rushed back up the stairs. For ten, minutes, he went around everywhere, calling him, but Draco was nowhere.

“I know! The Map! Why didn’t I think of it earlier??” he went up the Gryffindor Tower, up to his dormitory and snatched up his faithful map.

Even though he hadn’t said a word, the ink began to flow immediately and the map of Hogwarts appeared. He searched urgently and found the dot labeled Draco Malfoy.

“The Prefects bathroom?” Harry wondered aloud. But there was no time to think, he flew down and out of the tower and screeched to a halt outside the bathroom.

Composing himself, he slowly pushed open the door.

“Draco?” he asked tentatively. There was no answer. He pushed the door open wider.

Through the steam, he could make out something in the water. He went closer.

“FUCKING SHIT! DRACO!” Harry lunged forward toward the bathtub. Draco’s arm was draped over the side of the bath and his face was in the water, red water swimming around him. He jumped into the water and grabbed Draco around his ribs, heaving his limp body out of the water.

“OH MERILINS! FUCK PLEASE WAKE UP! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME! DRACO!”

He lay him on the cold floor and began pumping his palms into Draco’s chest.

“GOD DAMMIT! COME ON DRACO!” he screamed. He put his mouth to his and began blowing air into it.

Draco’s eyes remain closed and his face expressionless.

He continued the mouth to mouth opereation until he felt Draco stir.
“DRAKE! Wake up love!”

Draco heaved and a shower of water came out of his mouth. He was gasping for air.

“H-Harry....” his lips barely moved as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Don’t move Drake! Don’t move!” Harry grabbed the towel hanging next to him and wrapped it around Draco’s open cut. Draco groaned in pain.

He had to get Draco to the Hospital Wing now. His normally pale skin was ghostly white now and his lips were blue.

Conjuring a stretcher underneath him, he covered Draco’s lower body with another towel and rushed out of the bathroom, summoning the stretcher right behind him.

Out of breath, he reached the Hospital Wing and kicked the door open.

Madam Pomfrey nearly screamed as she dropped the tray she was holding.

“Mr. Potter! Where do you think this is? You know better then to-” her eyes caught sight of Draco on the floating stretcher and her face went white.

“Oh my goodness! What happened?” she rushed over to him and examined him in horror.

“He’s lost lots of blood Madam Pomfrey! And he was nearly drowned when I got to him! Please tell me he’ll be okay!” Harry said, his voice trembling.

Madam Pomfrey didn’t answer, she just set to work immediately. She transfered Draco onto the bed and unwound the blood-soaked towel from his arm, revealing deep gash.

“Oh dear.” Madam Pomfrey whispered. She retrieved a large bottle of something from the cabinet behind her dabbed it onto the wound with great care. The cut began to heal instantly an before long, it was almost completely gone except for a pink fleshy rawness in it’s place.

She then mixed two liquids into a cup and after stirring it with her wand, tipped Draco’s chin up and tipped the contents down his throat.

Draco started hacking again. His chest heaving dangerously.

“Draco!” Harry placed his hands on his shoulders to calm him down.

“Don’t worry dear, I’m sure he’ll be all right now.... he’ll be drifting off into a sleep for a while.... I’m just thanking god that you found him in time. A couple more minutes and he might have died.” she patted a damp and cold cloth to Draco’s cheeks.

He’d fallen unconscious again.

A tear rolled down Harry’s cheek at the sight of his lover. He looked so weak and gaunt... and it was all his fault....

“You should go back to class Mr. Potter.” Madam Pomfrey said softly. “I’ll keep a good watch on him.”

Harry shook his head stubbornly. “I’m not leaving.”

“But your N.E.W.T.s are coming up... you should be in class.”

“No.”

“Oh fine then. You can stay with him if you must. It’s just so surprising that you’d insist on staying. If I remember correctly, last time both of you were in here, it was because you’d hexed each other unconscious.” she sighed. “My goodness though. I must inform the Headmaster.” she left Draco’s side and bustled into her office.

Harry slumped into a chair next to the bed and reached for Draco’s hand. He held it softly in his own.

“What have I done to you Drake?” he whispered hoarsly. “It’s all my fault.... All my fucking fault.... you don’t deserve this.”

He rested his head on Draco’s stomach and cried himself to sleep.