Aperta Vulnera - drarry

The Incident

Just as Malfoy had presumed, at around 5pm he came stumbling into the Hospital Wing, with a black eye and several cuts and scrapes. He looked so defeated and unlike his old self. This reminded Harry of himself at the start of 5th Year, after watching Cedric Diggory die and Voldemort returning. Harry would never admit it but he had feelings for Diggory that he couldn't deny, and him dying felt like losing a loved one.

"Mr Potter, since you're now quite experienced, you can take care of Mr Malfoy. Can i trust you?"
She added sternly.

"Yes, i can do it." He walked over to the bed that Malfoy had sat on and drew the curtains.

"What happened this time?" Harry spoke softly. He knew this was his fault, but he still had to ask per the protocol.

"What do you think? The same old, beaten up for the incide-." He stopped himself and cleared his throat. "The thing that you caused." He finished curtly, mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Right. Again i'm sorry about that. It's just- You bullied me and my friends for years so i- it's kind of what you deserve." He tried to make this not sound harsh but to no avail.

"Trust me. I know. I have been beaten black and blue everyday for the last 4 months. I have been thrown down stairs, spat on, yelled at, kicked, punched, you name it i've had it. You have just made it worse. All because i rejected a stupid girl."

"Wait what? That's why Katie Morrison.. killed herself?" This was the incident. This why Malfoy was in so much bother. And Harry was about to hear all about it. The truth.

"Yes. She pestered me for months on end, stalked me, the creep even stole my underwear. When i told her to fuck off finally, she killed herself. I don't know why im telling you this. It makes no difference. In everyone's head im a murderer that needs locking up. Why what did you think happened." He asked suspiciously.

"Well the rumour goes that you.. um raped her. So that's why she killed herself." He couldn't bring himself to say it but he had to for Malfoy's sake.

"Are you fucking serious. I didn't touch the girl, and i wouldn't have with a 10 foot pole. So that's why it's so bad huh." He replied dimly.

Harry suddenly thought of a bright idea, but he wasn't sure how Malfoy would react.

"I could tell people the truth; you didn't do anything wrong, so why should you have to suffer?" Harry was piecing together the plan in his head.

"That would never work Harry, do you really think people are going to change their minds? They just want someone to hate and obviously it's got to be me." Draco sounded unconvinced and lacked enthusiasm.

Harry picked up on the fact that Malfoy had called him 'Harry' but wasn't mad about it. Just felt weird.

"Well there's no use in not trying. I need to clean you up now." Harry changed the topic of discussion but made a mental note. Lately, he'd been very forgetful but this time he made sure to remember.

He grabbed the vial of Dittany, like many times before, and started gently applying it to Malfoy's forehead. This time Malfoy didn't close his eyes. He looked up at Harry intensely, watching his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed thickly. Malfoy couldn't help but think Potter wasn't too unfortunate looking, sure they were sworn enemies and that wasn't going to change but Harry wasn't completely hideous.

Once the liquid had dried down Harry placed a plaster on it as softly as he could. He coughed awkwardly.

"Um Malfoy could you.. unbutton your shirt please?" He asked as professionally as he could. Malfoy sat up and began to unbutton his shirt, avoiding eye contact with Potter. His skin looked like it was carved out of porcelain, with faint muscle lines running down the sides. Of course Malfoy was in good shape, he'd played quidditch for a good portion of his life and had the body as evidence.

"You're not gonna get a boner this time, are you?" He chuckled slightly. Draco was not amused by this.

"I cant believe you told people. You told me you wouldn't." He sounded so disappointed it made Harry feel even more guilty.

"I said i'm sorry, but as i said i owe nothing to you, the fact i'm even helping you is way more than you deserve." He replied, trying to justify himself to Malfoy even though he was having a hard time justifying it to himself.

Malfoy didn't reply to this, he just laid back down and let Harry do what he needed to. Harry didn't mind the silence as it let him think about how he was going to tell people the truth, and that Malfoy isn't a murderer.

As the Dittany was being applied Malfoy would occasionally hiss but he was used to this by now so it was starting to hurt less. Harry was just now noticing how.. odd Malfoy looked laying there, sprawled across the bed, his torso exposed, his hair tousled and a pained expression on his face. Malfoy looked like he'd been shagged by life, and Harry couldn't say it wasn't a nice few.

He started to feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. Oh fuck. Shit Shit Shit this cannot be happening he thought to himself, he was so embarrassed, how the tables had turnt. As long as Malfoy didn't look at him he'd be fine, right?

Well that was also an issue because Malfoy was looking at him. He could tell Malfoy had noticed from the smug expression on his face.

"Well. Isn't this a change of events. Maybe i should tell the whole school the feeling is in fact mutual."

"Don't start that shit Malfoy, i don't have a boner unlike you. You really think i'd be turned on by you? Please, get a grip." Harry added venomously.

Draco grabbed Harry's collar and pulled him closer.

"Lying now? How very Slytherin of you." Malfoy chimed.

With that, Malfoy brought them impossibly closer and placed his lips on Harry's. Harry didn't have time to react but as soon as he came to his senses he pushed Malfoy off and spat on him.

"Never try that shit again. You queer scum!" With that he stormed out of the Hospital Wing, and back to his dorm, where he lay on his bed confused and with a weird feeling in his stomach.