Resorted

Chapter Seventy

"Move aside Potter! NOW!" Jumping out his skin, Harry moved away. He watched, numb, as Snape recited a spell, hovering his hands over Draco's pained body.

"I-I didn't... I-" and he couldn't care less that his least favourite professor was only a few steps away. Tears couldn't stop silently streaming down his tender cheeks at what he just did. He killed his boyfriend.

Hyperventilating, everything began to spin and spin and spin. Nothing stayed still and the sounds around him echoed like a distorted machine. He couldn't breathe properly, he couldn't talk at all. "I can't... breathe!" He panicked, hands going to clutch his throat but falling short.

"Potter. Potter! Listen, you're having a panic attack. Now, look at me Potter, look at me!" Snape commanded. "Breathe with me: in... and out. In... and out. That's it Potter, keep going." Harry would look back at the memory later to see Snape’s hands still hovering over Draco's chest while talking to him.

Finally, he was calm, but still, he couldn't stop his miniscule body from quivering and shaking and jittering. "I can carry him. To the. To the infirmary." He looked Snape in his beady, Black eyes, "Please."

"Potter, i believe you have done enough damage." Harry was ready to burst into tears once more. "You can carry him, then we need to have a little... chat, Mr. Potter." His glare did little to unnerve Harry even more. Nothing could make him feel lower than he did.

It was full with slow, harrowing, bothersome turns and corridors the way they went. With Draco wrapped in his arms, Harry looked down at the practically lifeless body, wrapped securely in his arms.

His pale blonde hair flailing around his head, his ghost-white skin, those eyes Harry couldn't see because they were closed. People in the paintings peered through their perfect pictures to get a look at what was going on. Thankfully, it was lunch, so nobody else had seen.

Finally reaching the infirmary, he carefully- ever so carefully- lay Draco down on the bed that had its sheets drawn back and the pillows fluffed (they were still too low. Perhaps Harry would bring him the ones from their bed, later).

Madam Pomfrey came rushing out, her apron barely askew and her hat half hanging off her head. "What happened to-"

"Confidential, Poppy." Drawled Severus, glancing aside to a guilty Harry who was nothing but numb- hands definitely shaking.

"I cannot help my patient if I do not know his illness!" So sharply bit at the Potions Master Harry saw Snape's lips twitch.

"... He and Potter were stupidly... duelling... I caught them and... Mister Potter," Snape put an extra twang on the last name, "Hit Draco with a rogue spell..." Harry gulped, "Keep him on bedrest for a few days."

Angrily, Madam Pomfrey huffed, aggressively adjusting her apron. "I am not happy about this Severus." She stated, "Out. Both of you out." She shooed them away, Severus whipping his robe behind him then floating off. Harry stumbled and almost fell over his own feet, thankfully he didn't but he did come close.

Stepping outside the infirmary, Harry leant against the wall to feel something that could remind him this was real. "Potter, drink this." Sluggishly, Harry took the cup full of water from the hand. He was so out of it, he didn't question if the person that gave him the water poisoned it or not. Suddenly, he felt so drowsy with his limbs going weak and his eyes drooping closed in lizard blinks.

"You are, understandably, tired. A panic attack can leave you feeling tired and with tension in your muscles." He clicked in front of Potter's face to get him to look up, "Remember, you are in control, Potter. Don't let this dictate your mentality." His ice voice came back, "Off with you, Potter. We will discuss your... appropriate punishment, tomorrow."

"But sir, what about lessons-"

"You have a pass, for today and today only. I will not be the reason one of my students faints in Transfiguration." His voice sharply penetrated the hardest of stones.

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Sluggishly, tiredly, dragging his feet, Harry trudged on through the hallways and into the common room with his head burried in dark thoughts. Like he was possessed by a soul but his mind could still see through his eyes, Harry knew where he was going, but he didn't know how he got there when  he entered the common room.

Bypassing the turned off fire and the crowed of couches and only seeing the large windows showing water from his vision from his feet. Finally, Harry reached his room, flinging the door open letting his arm flop down.

Two hours later, Harry hadn't moved. Motionless, he kept his hands under Draco’s pillow, his head tilted to the left to face the curtain drapes.

"Harry, you and Black better have a reason why you weren't in lesson." Hermione threw open the door, dressed immaculate as always. She huffed, strongly walking over over the bed. "Honestly, you have missed lessons all day since lunch and you're still-" she pulled the drapes back to find Harry.

Docile and lackadaisical, face to the side on a pillow, uniform still on, glasses askew and body flat. "Oh." Deciding to not have a rant to Harry at this very moment, she lay on the bed. "Are you ok?"

Harry turned his head, burying it in the pillow as far as he could go. "C'mon, Harry." Hermione tried. "I know I'm not Draco, and I know I'm not Ron... but I'm here for you, you can tell me what's wrong." She smiled weakly even if Harry wasn't looking at her. When he turned his head, he found her facing him, hands under her head and shoes off.

"I..." Tears formed in his beautiful green eyes. Worrying her bottom lip, Hermione took Harry's glasses off and brought him closer, hugging him tightly. With his face burried in Hermione's shoulder and hair he allowed himself to finally cry.

And he didn't notice when Blaise and Pansy crept into the room, delicately opening the door. Shaking her head, Hermione indicated for them to leave but they stood in shock at Harry's sobs and tight arms wrapped around Hermione.

Like he didn't want to let go, as if he just held on longer everything will be back to normal. Heaving his breath and let out cry and cry. "Out!" Harshly, Hermione snapped in a whispered tone. Pansy's head flew to Hermione's eyes that softened when looking at them."Please." She mouthed: Pansy pushed Blaise out the room, closing the door behind her.

"Harry, Harry, sit back down." Hermione told him when he began his frantic search. He pulled everything out his trunk, searched through all his draws then looked under the pillow Hermione was rested on. "Harry, you're not in a good mindset right now-"

"Take it." He huffed out once he finally found the book. The devils writing curved in cursive on the first page. "I- I want n-nothing to do w-with it anymore."

Calm and soothing, "Harry..."

"Just take it!" He shouted at her. "Please..." throwing the book in her direction, Harry got on his knees to plead. "Destroy it, hide it, but don't let me have it ever again!"

Hermione obeyed, tears springing in her eyes (thankfully, she didn't need glasses anymore. Her parents allowed her to have this new form of surgery called 'laser eye surgery'. It worked wonders, she wondered why more people didn't know about it).

That's when his eyes landed on it. The glass teardrop, almost full to the brim of the see-through, brightly glistening liquid. He almost drank it all like a shot.

The next thing he knew, he had the information off Slughorn. He completed the mission asked of Dumbledore, yet he felt no better.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

I am chaning the plot. Harry will get punishment past a months of detention, don't worry x