What If (Drarry)

9. Trust And Truce Finally

As the blood vanished and the wound on Draco's hand healed into a slight white line, the blond boy came round again.

His head was still pounding, but he definitely felt better. As if the bleeding had stopped-

Wait! He really wasn't bleeding. What had happened?

He tried to open his mouth and say something, but he was still too weak. Only an unintelligible whimper left his dry lips. However suddenly a hand gripped his wrist as an answer.

"Draco? Are you okay?"

Draco sat up and saw a worried Harry Potter intently gazing at him. At first he was confused. He needed a moment to remember.

He was in the Death Eaters' headquarters. He lied to his father in order to save his sworn enemy. The boy to whom he snuck down. Yeah, now he remembered. The only thing he couldn't recall was that how the bleeding had stopped.

"I... What-"

"It's okay. I stopped it. The bleeding, I mean. Are you alright?"

"Yes, I guess. But... You? How did you stop it?"

"With the counter curse. You said it was Sectumsempra."

"But you don't know the counter curse. The last time-"

"The last time was different. I really didn't know the counter curse then. But after I saw what had I done to you, I decided to learn the spell. I didn't want another accident like that. I wouldn't bear it. Well, I hardly bear that, either."

Draco looked down awed at his hand. Where a couple of minutes ago a deep cut in his flesh had been pouring blood on his pale skin, now only a long white scar reminded of the wound.

"Well. Th... thank you, Potter. Harry." he stuttered.

"It was nothing. I wanted to thank you that you brought my wand. I'd never thought... I guess, it's a truce then?"

With that Harry hoisted his arm and reached out for Draco. The blond boy only hesitated for a split second, then grasped Harry's hand and shook it. He felt a strangely gratifing feeling spreading in his body, that made him smile wide.

Opposite him, Harry returned the grin, and felt his cheeks heating up.

"Now tell me who used Sectumsempra on you?" he asked.

"Me."

"What? You didn't want to... did you?"

"Merlin, Harry, no! I didn't want to kill myself! Just my father's drawer in which he locked your wand and Cloak, only opened if you gave it blood."

"But why did you use Sectumsempra? You could just cut yourself with a knife or... anything!"

"Do you think I didn't think about that too? There were no such things! No knife, no dagger, no scissors. And I didn't know any other spell."

"A simple cutting spell?"

Draco gave Harry a disdainful look. "Those spells don't work on human body."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That they won't cut human flesh. They are for chop food and potions ingredients. They were created to be harmless for humans. I know it by experience, so believe me."

Harry looked down sheepishly and fidgeted with the hem of his dirty T-shirt.

"Okay, it's my turn." Draco said abruptly. "What do you know about the potion with which he was revived the last time?"