The Half-Blood Princess- d.m

XIII*

TW: implied violence and a hurt Draco

Draco's pov:

I tried to run away, but I couldn't escape. The vast cobblestone Room of Requirement had transformed into a room of terror.

Theodore Nott intended to ruin Serena, for Merlin knows why. 

Well, maybe me as well if I didn't get away.

"Rena, help!" I screamed as I continued to run, my wand pointed behind me as I shot blind spells.

I heard footsteps behind me, then suddenly, they stopped. Serena had tied ropes around Theo's wrists. He struggled to break free, but the more he fought, the tighter the ropes became.

"Let me go, Rena, you have to let me go!" he shouted.

"Theo, you're not going anywhere," she said, walking away.

"I know Draco's secret!" he blurted out.

"What secret?" I asked, sounding confused.

"Draco... uh... helped me with the smoke bomb. He hid it well. That's why he smoked the Muggle herb as soon as he got into the Great Hall with you guys—to mask the smell. He wanted me to take all the blame," Theo said quickly, his words tumbling out in a panic.

"Draco, is this true?" she stammered, turning to face me.

"Uh... yes," I sighed, admitting defeat.

Serena then walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her. God, did I mess up our hangout or what? I smoothed down my wrinkled clothes, tightened Theo's bonds a little more, and ran after her.

The hallways narrowed as I ran, and soon, a sense of unease settled over me.

I kept running until I caught up with her.

The sting that came upon me was nothing compared to the whirlwind of hell awaiting me.

THUD

Suddenly, I felt cold and weak, and then everything went black.

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serena's pov:

I ran away from Draco. I mean, he lied? He made it all seem so simple, but it wasn't. He caused the entire Slytherin house to erupt in frenzy. Did he know about Theo being mad at me? Why else would he do this, besides being selfish? I heard his running stop behind me, followed by a thud against the ground.

His grey-blue eyes were now shut, and his face grew paler by the moment. His chest rose and fell, indicating he was still alive. I watched his face intently, scanning his body for any injuries. There was nothing visible. This didn't look good at all.

"Dray, come on, wake up," I muttered as I nudged him gently.

Wait, shaking someone with a head injury? I stopped and kept nudging him gently instead.

His breathing remained steady, but he didn't stir. Panic started to rise in me as I glanced around the deserted hallway. Should I fetch Madam Pomfrey? What if he needed more than just nudging to wake up?

"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!" I screamed, my voice cracking with fear and urgency.

Soon after my desperate cries, and maybe a few tears, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle rushed to my side.

I needed a way to explain this, and fast. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders as I looked around at the concerned faces of my friends, unsure of where to begin.
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short chapter, yes, but the biggest chapter by far is next.