Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 12 🥒

Harry sat stiffly on a kitchen stool, head hung low, hands clenched tightly on his lap. Hermione ran off to the bathroom a few minutes ago to find a towel and first aid kit. Ron-along with Zabini-dug through kitchen cabinets trying to find some snack food for Harry. The rest of the house was silent, making Harry question where the Weasley's were.

He thought back to a time where entering the little home was much like walking against a wave. The second he stepped through the doorway the twins would he throwing glitter bombs or charmed toads from a catapult, Ginny would run past, hastily say a greeting before sprinting up the stairs to do whatever it is girls do. Percy would usually be spouting some new poem he'd memorised the night before, Arthur was always tinkering with whatever muggle object he found through the Ministry, while Molly was coddling him in hugs and kisses before setting out a feast fit for Merlin.

By the time Harry would get to Ron's bedroom, the sun would be long gone. He smiled warmly at the thought, enjoying the nostalgic flashbacks.

'Mione returned, wash cloth and medical kit in hand. She pulled a chair up by Harry, carefully placing the utensils and wraps on the counter beside her. Her expertly began wiping dried blood off his arm with the cloth. Harry sat in silence throughout the incounter until she popped the cork off a potion similer to rubbing alcohol. He tried not to make a fuss, but as the liquid got dabbed onto the deep cut on his arm from the cell, he couldn't help but hiss through gritted teeth.

"Open your mouth mate," Ron ordered, running over with Zabini.

"Wh-" Harry was cut off by Ron who quickly shoved a bagel past Harry's cracked lips. His pain was long forgotten, instead replaced by the mouth watering food. The delicious cream spread ontop perfectly complemented the crunchy, toasted raisin bread. Harry scarffed it down as if he hadn't eaten a real meal in weeks, which he hadn't.

"All done." 'Mione smiled proudly at her work. His right arm was now hidden beneath a tightly wrapped cast, already feeling better underneath the calming pressure from the fabric. Hermione moved on to his other less-sever scratches and cuts.

"Where is everybody?" Harry asked Ron, cocking his head slightly in a mixture of curiosity and mild fear. They couldn't have been taken too, could they?

"Don't worry about you precious do-gooders Potter. They are all perfectly safe. Not that I know where that is..apparently it isn't a smart war strategy to inform your enemy where you're hiding like cowards." Blaise scowled. Ron wacked him over the back of his head with the bag of bagels in his hand, hearing Blaise call his family and friends cowards.

"What did I do Weasel?!" Zabini blinked innocently, "all I was doing was explaining to dear scar head where Dumblewhore went!" Ron hit him again, only this time Zabini also got an elbow to the gut too.

"You oaf! Dumbledore is you professor and a better wizard than you will ever be." He huffed, "Bloody hell, do you always have to start a fight?"

Blaise frowned and scrunched his face comically, mumbling Ron's words in a high pitched whine stomping his foot like a young child being scolded.

Harry, though strongly agreeing with his best mate, couldn't help but smile and playfully roll his eyes at Zabini.

"Boys" 'Mione sighed to herself, putting her finishing touches on the bandages and gauze she practically drowned Harry in. "Harry, why don't you head upstairs and rest. Oh, wait," she called, gently pushing the boy back o to the chair, "first drink this."

Harry trusted her enough to not ask what was in the dark sapphire vile she handed him. He tipped his head back and downed the thick substance in one go.

"Night Harry." Ron cooed, patting his back as he stood.

Harry barely made it up the old staircase before passing out on a ratted quilt neatly folded on Ron's bed.

Hermione's POV (ish, still 3rd person)

"What are we going to do?" She whispered, gazing down at Harry who was fast asleep.

"I don't know 'Mione, he is in pretty bad shape. At least the dreamless drought you gave him seemed to work."

"I think-" Blaise stared, but suddenly cut himslef off, instead watching Harry roll over into his back. The poor boy's eyebrows furrowed, and weak whines escaped his thin dry lips. "Oh look what you did Weasley! You jinxed it."

"F-Finlay..." Harry feverously called out, eyes stilled clenched tightly closed. "Finlay...Fin-Finlay?"

"Who do you suppose Finlay is?" Hermione asked, "Harry has been mentioning him since he showed up here."

"Maybe Potter just got into some kinky shit, and that's where the cuts came from. I always knew he was hiding something. And I bet this Finlay fellow is Potter's lover." Ron-once again-wacked Blaise. "What! I was only being positive! 

Hermione shook her head and started pushing the two boys out of the bedroom, they could be as loud as they want as long as it was far enough way so that Harry wouldn't wake up. Thet stumbled through the doorway, Zabini choking on air, and Ron choking on his spit, trying furiously to tune out Blaise's dirty comments.

Hermione finally shoved them into the hallway and silently closed the door, turning around to face her best friend. "What am I going to do with them?" She asked Harry.