Aperta Vulnera - drarry

The Fix

Harry did not fall asleep. He was recounting the whole event. What lead up to it. What made Malfoy think he was gay? Well he did have a boner but as Malfoy proved that didn't necessarily make you gay- oh wait, was Malfoy gay? He kissed Harry. This was so confusing.

What he did know is that he shouldn't have reacted the way that he did. This probably hurt Malfoy. He could've let Draco down softly but he didn't. He caused a scene, as a typical Harry Potter does. Harry then realised how he could make this right.

"Ron!" Harry yelled when he saw him. Ron snapped his neck quite surprised by Harry's shouting.

"I saw Malfoy again today, and you know that thing about Katie Morrison, he didn't rape her, he rejected her. Apparently she was a big crazy stalker and she even stole his underwear which is so messed up but yeah, Malfoy's innocent." He was out of breath from talking so fast but he needed to get it all out.

"Slow down mate bloody hell, that's a lot of info. I'm guessing you wanted to tell just me, well that would be unfortunate because i think you just said it loud enough for the muggles in London to hear." He joked, he clearly couldn't read the urgency on Harry's face. The infamous whispers already started.

Everyone was now saying Malfoy was innocent and Harry felt proud of himself. He considered his debts cleared and he was back to being himself, no guilt constantly nagging in the back of his head.

By now it was 11pm, so he decided to get some well deserved sleep, undisturbed by guilt. And to his surprise he actually managed to drift off.

The next morning Harry leapt out of bed, ready for a stress-free day. First period he had Defence Against the Dark Arts, which had always been his favourite, however now it was overridden by Umbridge and what she liked to call 'teaching'. In Harry's opinion, the subject was practical, therefore you should be using your wand. Not a quill and parchment.

When he arrived he noticed there was a group of people surrounding someone, he pushed through the crowd and saw a certain blonde haired Slytherin. He was laughing, back to his old self, surrounded by his fellow Slytherins and many more, they were apologetic and comforting him.

Harry was watching this ordeal, open mouthed and shocked. Had the news really spread round this quick? He thought. Draco was cocky and showing off all of his scars like they were trophies. The scars Harry had healed and bandaged, the scars Harry had been gentle with and taken care of. This is what Harry had wanted. So why did it feel like a slap in the face?

Draco finally met Harry's eyes. But he was not greeted with a warm face, instead a vicious sneer.

"What are you looking at Potter? You might need to look away, don't want you to get another boner!" He snarled.

The group of people started laughing like hyenas. Harry was mortified.

"I thought you'd changed Malfoy, but of course, your still the spoiled brat you always were, perhaps you need another beating to humble you." With that Harry stormed forward, separating the group. Draco looked Harry up and down, though Harry wasn't short, Draco was easily 3 inches taller than him, he towered over him, daring Harry to test him.

And that's what Harry did, he threw a punch clean to Malfoy's nose so hard it instantly started gushing with blood. Draco held his hand up to his nose and wiped the blood off. Then he shoved Potter onto the ground, straddling him and started punching him, his glasses flew off as he hit the ground. He got punch after punch.

Draco whispered. "This is how it feels" In between punches. Harry was obviously trying to get him off but it was to no avail, he was trapped. He pushed his hips up in an effort to get Malfoy off, and Draco froze, and grunted slightly. This gave Harry the opportunity to push Draco off of him and climb over him. It was Harry's turn to throw punches messily as the other boy resisted but Harry was persistent. The group was screaming with excitement as the two boys were fighting mercilessly.

"ENOUGH!" A screech from none other than Umbridge ripped through the room. Harry climbed off Draco with a smirk. He wasn't sure who had won but they'd both clearly got in some good punches.

Ron and Hermione rushed to pick Harry up as Umbridge looked at him sternly, her beady eyes telling him he was in for the punishment of his life. Hermione and Ron escorted Harry to the Hospital Wing, shortly followed by Pansy, Blaise and Draco.

Madam Pomfrey sighed as she walked over to them, assessing the damage. Harry had a busted lip, no glasses and a black eye forming, while Draco had a bloody nose and a big scratch across his face which was also bleeding. They were put on beds next to each other, which was definitely not a good idea. Hermione and Ron gave incredibly dirty looks to Pansy and Blaise. They were swiftly asked to leave as they were causing tensions to remain increasingly high.

Madam Pomfrey left to get the materials needed to treat the pair. Silence was now upon them but Harry spoke first.

"Is this because i didn't kiss you? If that's so you've kind of shown yourself why. You're a fucking pathetic prick and the only way you'd ever taste my spit is if i physically spat at you, which i'm very tempted to do right now, might i add." He spoke maliciously.

Draco scoffed.

"We're returning to how it was. I don't care how nice you were to me. I hate you and you hate me, end of story. Understood, twat?" He replied, equally as violently.

"If you hated me so desperately as you claim you do, why did you get a boner and oh yea, the obvious, why the fuck would you kiss me?"

"Potter, can we not talk about it, you've put me through enough already."

"No we are going to fucking speak about it. Incase you're forgetting, i was the one who told everyone you're innocent so if you have anyone to thank it should be me, so be fucking grateful."

"That was you? Why? And plus i didn't need your help. I could handle the beatings, no big deal to me."

"Well it clearly was a big deal because if it wasn't you would've still had friends, you're welcome by the way, as i got them all back for you, am i even going to get a thank you?"

Draco glared into Potters blazing green eyes, encapsulated by the vibrant colour. He found no malice in them as he expected. He hesitated for a second, pressing his lips firmly together.

"Thank you"