bloodline|drarry

7|lost and found

"how can you talk of love when you're so full of hate?"

Harry realised that Malfoy had invited him to the room of requirement at the same time the other boy did. Harry had to sit down and process this information for a moment.

He knew Malfoy had a bit of a reputation for sleeping around Hogwarts, the only time he had ever been in a committed relationship was with Pansy Parkinson and every time he saw them together the girl had her tongue down Malfoys throat. Even before that, there was a new girl on Malfoys waist every week. He was a complete slag, and knew the room of requirement all too well.

So why was he being taken there? Could it possibly just have been so they got some peace and quiet, thinking about it , that one actually made a lot of sense. Their dorm room only had one desk, they would get funny looks in the library and the common room; the only other place was the room of requirement. He glanced down at his watch, 6:18pm, he still had a good three hours until he had to meet Draco and dinner started in fifteen minutes; he wasn't going to eat but the rumble of his stomach suggested otherwise.

Harry groaned, deciding instead to just go down to the kitchens instead, to avoid running into Ron and Hermione. Considering they still hadn't spoken since their argument earlier on, he didn't feel that showing up to sit with them at dinner would be the best option. He sauntered his way down the kitchens, taking the long way so he could spend more time outside his room. He liked just walking around Hogwarts, all of his happiest memories had been here, walking through them all again almost blacked out the even worse memories of the war.

Just as he was reaching the kitchens, he bumped into the one person he wished he would never see again.

"Ginny! I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Harry squeaked, willing or her to just nod and leave him alone, the red-head was beaming, she pulled him into a hug. Her smell made him almost tear up, the smell he smelt for three years in his amortentia was now no longer his, he hadn't checked to see if it had changed since they had broken up; he'd probably break down if he still smelt Ginny.

"Oh Harry, why didn't you come see me, I missed you!" Ginny kept hugging him and pulling away again, Harry felt very uncomfortable in this situation. "Ah you know, just busy"

A lie, a total lie.

Ginny laughed and shook her head, she reached her hand up, stroking his face. "I've gotta go Harry, Luna's waiting for me." Harry nodded, staring at the floor. He heard Ginny's feet pattering away, he started walking towards the kitchen again, growing hungrier by the second.

"Harry wait!"

Harry sighed, turning around to talk to Ginny again, she was standing a lot closer to him than he liked. "Ron wanted to speak to you about something, go see him." Thankfully she didn't stick around for long this time, disappearing as soon as she had told him what she needed too, not waiting for an answer. Harry breathed out, finally getting into the kitchens.

-

After a very lovely dinner from the house elves, Harry set out to find ron. He wasn't going to originally but if Ron had got Ginny to speak to him? Something might have happened and he didn't want to be that arsehole that didn't help his best friend. He checked the great hall first since dinner was still on, peeking in through the door to see if he could spot the fiery hair of his best mate, he groaned internally when he saw it; meaning he would have to go in.

He slid down sheepishly on the bench, Ron and Hermione side eyeing each other, Both putting down their forks and staring at him; their eyes filled with animosity. Ron cleared his throat, Harry shook out his thoughts. "Ginny.. Uh said you were looking for me?" Harry cautioned, trying really hard not to piss Ron off anymore than he already was. Ron was still glaring at Harry intently, "yes, I was" Ron said flatly, Harry gulped, looking anywhere other than directly in front of him. Hermione's gaze softened, touching Ron gently on his back; tucking a red curl behind his ear. "Maybe you should take this outside boys" she suggested sweetly, Ron shot up, almost knocking his plate over in his intensity. "Yes. I think we should." He was bloody angry, and Harry guessed he was about to find out why.

As soon as the great hall doors shut, Ron jumped at Harry, pinning him to the ground. "What the FUCK RON?!" Harry half shouted, half cried, Ron's nails digging uncomfortably into his wrists, his head throbbing painfully from the force of hitting the stone floor.

"What the HELL do you think you're playing at Harry? Fraternizing with the enemy? Sleeping with Malfoy so you can get your grades up? FUCK YOU!" Ron exploded, Harry was shocked, where the hell did the idea that he was shagging his worst enemy? "Are you serious Ron? He agreed to help me with potions, not down on one knee confessing his undying love for me" Harry spat, "and why the fuck do you think i'm shagging him? I'm not gay and he's not gay so why would I be sleeping with him?" Ron released his grip slightly, his nails leaving crescent shapes in Harry's wrist, but his face was still bright red with anger. He could hear Hermione screeching at them in the background but it was just white noise. "Well I don't know Harry? Maybe the fact you jump to his defence at any chance you get? Who knows what you two get up to in your dorm at night?" Ron sneered, Harry was raging now too, how dare Ron accuse him of that?

"FUCK YOU RON!" Harry tried to push back against Ron's hands, proving unsuccessful considering he was slammed back onto the floor in an instant. He felt a fist connect with his jaw, the pain searing through him, his ears were ringing but he could still blankly hear Hermione screaming for them to stop. Ron's weight shifted off of him, standing up and towering over a whimpering Harry on the floor. "No, fuck you." He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her out of the Hallway.

-

Draco was waiting in the Room of Requirement, he had gotten there early to do some of his own work. He looked up to the clock, he had around five minutes until Potter made a grand entrance. He glanced around the room, it was completely different from when he was normally here obviously, the walls were a soft green and a black velvet sofa was placed in front of a marble fireplace. There was also a large desk with two chairs, which Draco was currently sitting at, as expected, the door flew open.

Harry was red faced, he was fucking fuming. A purple bruise appearing on his jaw.

"I have a problem" was all he said, Draco stood up, staring into the other boy's eyes. "Let me guess, you caused it?" Draco knew he was pushing it, but Potter was already so riled up it would be a wasted opportunity to not piss him off more. Potter shoved right into him, throwing a punch at Draco's face, "I HATE YOU!" he roared, but tears were falling down his face, he was scratching and pulling at him but his punches were growing weaker and he was basically just pawing at Draco now.

Normally, Draco would have fought back, but Potter seemed to be in such a state that he didn't want to hurt him. He stopped, looking back up at Draco, feeling the cut from Harry's nails starting to bleed down his face, a bruise of his own probably blooming somewhere. Potter reached a shaky hand up, running his finger down Draco's face, the blood smearing down with it.

"What a lovely little mess I've made."