Blood-Drarry

The mistake

So much blood everywhere. It flowed from his chest, his white shirt already red with blood, blood I had spilled. I stood in the corner under the pipe we broke trying to process the gasping writhing boy four feet from me. "Help"

I heard it, it was strained and gurgly but I heard it . It sounded so broken that it snapped me into action. I may not have the best relationship with the boy but I couldn't stand to see anyone that helpless. I knelt down in the bloody water from the broken pipe. His hand shook as he reached up to grasp my shirt leaving a bloody hand print.

"Please help." He begged while whimpering in pain.

His chest rose and fell fast as he took short quick breaths. He was losing a lot of blood fast. My brain raced looking for an answer, searching the back of my brain for healing spells. I found one deep in the recesses of my brain that should, at the minimum, stop the bleeding. But it would most definitely leave some nasty scars. I whispered it through my shaking breath. I watched his shirt shift as the skin underneath knitted back together.

He let go of my shirt to feel his chest. Now lined by 6 thick ropey scars. He sat up, or he tried, he could barely lift his head. He laid his head back down and started to cry, his head rested in the bloody water that was slowly diluting with the pipe still draining. The pale blonde of his hair was now stained a baby pink color. It was a pretty color. "Want help to the hospital wing?" I asked the crying boy whom I had just been strangely admiring.

He didn't answer so I touched his shoulder gently. "Do you want help Draco?" He leaned his head further away from me avoiding looking at me. I knew he had to have some sort of internal injuries. There was no way he didn't. So I made the decision myself to take him. I picked his surprisingly light frame up so he was sitting upright. He grimaced, turned his head toward the drain and threw up blood and whatever was left in his stomach from dinner 4 hours ago. He started crying harder. His body was shaking so violently I didn't know what to do. I so desperately wanted to help him but I didn't even know what I could do to help, especially since I caused the problem.

"I can't stand up" he stuttered out through the sobbing.

He was gripping his pants with whatever strength he had and staring down into the water. I was at a complete loss as to what to do, the first thing that popped into my head was to hug him and apologize. That's what I would do with my friends and that's all I knew. I wrapped my arms around the stained, shaking, wet blonde.

"Malfoy I'm really sorry, I genuinely feel so awful about what I just did. I didn't know what the spell did. I found it in a book. Not that that justifies it but."

He stayed silent and unmoving, "I really fucked up and I want to fix this."

I felt his thin arms snake around me slowly. I hugged tighter and in turn he did the same.

"I know how you can make it up to me." He said his voice hoarse and crackly.

"How?" I pulled back to look him in the eyes.

"Get me away from you know who, before he makes me a death eater."

I guess I knew that's what was going on with him but the true realization hadn't hit me until just now. Malfoy didn't want to be a death eater; he was scared of what he was being forced to become. This changed everything I thought I knew about him and this changed everything I knew about the war I was caught up in.

"I can try, Malfoy." I mumbled and I knew I meant it. I would try my absolute hardest to get him out of this. I wasn't going to let anyone else be forced into a fight they didn't want. With that I picked him up completely. He held on around my neck like a child. His head fell against my chest as I ran to the hospital wing. I dropped him gently on one of the many bleached white beds. He looked up at me and I could see it in his eyes, he was mentally gone, nobody was home which made me very nervous. "Stay awake Malfoy." I commanded before running to Pomfrey's office and banging on the door.

She opened the door in her nightgown, "Mr. Potter, what can possibly be so urgent..."

She caught sight of the blood I was covered in and got quiet.

"It's Malfoy, he lost alotta blood and I don't know what to do."

She pursued her lips and followed me to bed where I had placed Malfoy. Pomfrey gasped at the stained bed sheets. "I healed the actual wounds, he's not bleeding anymore."

"How did he acquire these injuries?"

I stayed quiet. "Potter hit me with sectumsempra, madame." Malfoy said, sounding a little bit like Luna with the way his voice seemed to drift in and out of lucidity.

"Mr. Potter!."

"Shhh I know I know leave me alone I feel horrible enough as is."

She shook her head and bustled off to her store room to gather her supplies and potions.

"I really do feel horrible Malfoy."

"I can hear it in your voice Potter, now stop apologizing. It doesn't sound very pretty."

"Sorry."

He shot me a look which made me chuckle. He attempted a snicker but grimaced hard with the movement. "Are you sure I healed all the sectumsempra marks Malfoy? It looks like you're still in pain."

"I'm pretty sure it's just the blood loss and such Potter I'm fine."

Madame Pomfrey came shuffling back in with a handful of potions and slaves. Pulling a reddish brown and slightly shimmery potion out of the stack she handed it to Malfoy. "Blood replenishing potion, drink it."

He tossed it back without grimacing at all, I knew best how awful they tasted. Malfoy hadn't reacted at all. I had drunk at least 20 of those god awful tasting potions and still cringed every time. "Those taste awful Malfoy, how did you not just gag?"

He shrugged and took the bright green potion that Madame Pomfrey was holding out. He downed that potion and the next before Madame Pomfrey asked him to take his shirt off.