Shards Of The Broken Slytherin //Drarry//

Chapter Six

A/N: Okay so this is gonna be Harry's POV but once again still 3rd person. God im so confusing-

The Golden Trio were talking about the suspicious fact that Malfoy has dropped Quidditch.

''Im telling you, he's upto something!'' argued Harry. ''Mate, how can him dropping Quidditch mean he's upto something?'' Ron asked, visibly tired of Harry's non stop suspicions.

''He's trying to buy himself more time!'' Harry replied and got a groan from Ronald as a response.

''Look the morning owls are here!'' said Hermione, hoping to get them to drop the topic, which worked.

Ron's stupid and clumsy owl Errol came rushing in along with hundreds of other owls. He had 4 letters he carried. He dropped each of them to Ginny, Fred, George and finally Ron. Ron broke his owns seal and read it;

Dear Ronald,

Me and your father want you to be back for the Christmas break. You can invite Harry and Hermione over if you want. But for now enjoy your time at Hogwarts dear.

With all my love, Your Mother.

''What does it say Ron?'' asked Hermione. ''Its my mother, she says she wants me back at the Borrow for the Christmas break. She says you could come too.'' Ron replied.

''Hey! Look!'' Harry whisper shouted and pointed at Malfoy, whose hands were trembling.

''What's wrong with him?'' Hermione asked softly, now very concerned for the blond Slytherin. ''I bet its about what he's upto.'' Harry said, still looking at Malfoy.

''Honestly Harry that enough! Can't he have his own problems?!'' Hermione whisper shouted, obviously very annoyed. Ron didn't say anything but his expression was enough to say that he was starting to get suspicious too.

''Where is he going?'' Hermione asked as she watched the boy stand up and walk towards the big doors of the huge hall.

Suddenly, Harry jumped off of his seat and started walking towards the Slytherin.

''Harry that is invading privacy!'' Shouted Hermione but Harry didn't care non-the-less.

Harry followed the trembling boy to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Again? He thought but still entered. He hid behind one of the stalls and watched as the scene unfolds.

A trembling Draco went over to the sinks and held the sides of it to keep himself on his feet. He let the walls he was forced to build from a young age down, thinking he was alone. The tears he couldn't keep in got out with chocked sobs.

Harry was dumbfounded. His suspicions were slowly getting replaced by a growing pity.

Draco was trembling so much that Harry thought he was going to fall.

Then Harry finally remembered why he was there and walked out of the place he was hidden.

''What's wrong Malfoy? Did daddy refuse to buy you the new nimbus you wanted?'' Harry asked smugly, leaning over a wall and smirking.

Draco spun around, almost getting wind slapped. ''FUCK OFF POTTER!'' he yelled, surprising Harry. He took his wand out of his pocket and pointed at Harry. Harry quickly took his wand out too and pointed it at his enemy, who was still trembling, maybe even worse.

''What are you doing here Potter?!'' he asked, words laced with venom, his usual sneer on. ''The same reason I was here weeks ago, Malfoy. I know you are upto something. Did you get the dark mark like your daddy? He is dead! Voldemort is dead!'' Harry was furious because even though The Dark Lord was dead, some of his followers were still out. Lucius Malfoy -who said he was imperiod- was still out, living his life.

''To your surprise 'Mr. Chosen One' I did not.'' He indeed did not. His father wanted him to but he had the courage to refuse. It hurted a lot but it was still better than getting marked by the evil. ''Right? Then show me your arm.'' Harry said challengingly.

Draco panicked. There wasn't the dark mark on his arm, but there were marks of the abuse; cuts, scars, wounds and a lot more that were inflicted by his father. He wouldn't let Harry see them.

''In your fucking dreams.'' he spat. Harry looked mad and motioned towards the sleeve of the blond boy. Draco stepped back and yelled out the first spell that came to his mind ''Stupify!'' Harry easily protected himself. He hid behind a stall and striked back ''Impedimenta!'' ''Rictusempra!''

Draco was still standing in front of the sink fearlessly meanwhile Harry was still hiding behind one of the stalls, trying to find the perfect aim to cast a spell.

Suddenly, black spots started covering Draco's vision. He knew this would eventually happen but he didn't want it to be this moment, in front of his enemy. This was even worser than it happening next to Pansy.

Harry turned towards Draco, wand pointed at him, to see Draco drop his wand to the ground, eyes glazed over. ''Malfoy?'' Harry called, wand still pointed at him in case this was a trick.

Draco's dazed silvers met with Harry's emeralds before fluttering closed. Harry rushed over to the unconscious boy and managed to catch him before he fell.

Harry called the boys name but the boy didn't even stir. When Harry got a closer look on the boys face, he understood why he passed out. The dark circles under his eyes darker than ever, he looked like a living dead.

Then suddenly, an idea popped up in Harry's mind he cant stop me from looking at his arm he thought and smirked to himself. He motioned for the unconscious boys sleeve and pulled it up.

He gasped at the things he saw; cuts, bruises, wounds and a lot more covering the blonds porcelain skin. He looked back at the boy and pulled his sleeve back down. He will confront him about this later.

Deciding what to do next, he picked the boy up bridal style and was shocked by how light the boy was. He snapped himself out of his thoughts and made his way to the hospital wing.

''Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!'' he yelled and rushed in.

''Oh Mr. Potter what did you do this time?'' Madam Pomfrey asked, exasperated but worried. She motioned towards a bed and helped him lay the boy down.

''I think you're done here Mr. Potter. I want you to go inform his friends. Mr. Malfoy will be staying here tonight.'' Madam Pomfrey said after a quick check-up.