Enemies with benifits..Or more

• "Draco? Malfoy?" •

Harry POV

I quietly slipped around the corner of the corridor and past a few armor stands.  Quietly I made my way up the hall past the ruble of the castle and toward the medical wing. To Madam Pomfrey's office.  I watched in awe as I saw that parts of the castle was already starting to look good as new. Wizards seem to work fast. I ducked behind a coroner when I heard some foot steps coming my way.

     Though it wasn't Filch like I expected. Mcgonogall and Madam Pomfrey walked toward the hall and I quickly hid behind some suits of armor.

     "Slowly I'm sure." Pomfrey spoke.

     "Slowly. Yes maybe but will he be sure able to use his wand and how quickly." Mcgonogall questions.

     "I'm not sure. This is a spell that I've only seen once before, and the other victim was...killed..." Pomfrey laid a hand on Mcgonogall's forearm and gently patted. "We can't be sure... Draco should recover though."

    Mcgonogall nodded speaking again, softly. "How does a boy like Harry Potter know this spell, it was You-know-who's and irreversible."

    Mcgonogall and Pomfrey's voice slowly drained away as they passed. I was frozen in place, Voldemort's spell, victim killed, irreversible. At the very least they've seen this spell before.  They've seen it kill and still say Draco will be alright.

    My god, Draco...I'm so sorry...

     I quickly brushed past and made my way up toward the clinic. Easily slipping inside the room and closing the door behind myself.  Hearing the satisfying click of the door I finally sighed.  Turning around there was a boy laying quietly in a bed to my right, someone I'd assume close to him holding his hand as he slept. The girl slumped over in the bed sleeping as well.  I looked around remembering where I saw Draco earlier.  He was in the back left with the curtains drawn.

      I started back walking silently as if on my top toes. I passed many empty beds before stopping as I locked eyes with Aden Slin. He sat at the def side of his brother. For about 30 seconds we kept our eyes on one another before he looked back to his brother. I have a silent nod and hopped he though I was looking for Pomfrey. When he hadn't said anything or do much as glance at me I walked away.

    Easily making my way to where I sat before and diagonally past it to Draco's bed. The curtains were pulled but a familiar look of a bandaged arm could be seen slightly. I knew it was him.  Walking quickly to the bed side and pulling the curtains back a bit to cover us both in the area better. I sit in a side chair.

    Just looking at him. These crack like wounds only slightly seen on his shoulder and neck. The blood stained Cotten wrap. The way his body tilted away from me so he wouldn't be laying on his injuries.

     I simply watched him breath.  The slow up and down of his bare chest.  The hairs that fluttered up and down as his breath blew on them.  The slight movements of his closed eyes and winces once in a while.  The way his skin was so much paler then his beautiful white and pink tone.  And even more so the shattered pieces, or what could be found and salvaged, of his wand. One he loved.

     Draco lairs silent. Sleeping easily with only his thought. Thoughts that must hate me, want me dead. For ruining his mothers wand, for practically ruining his arm, for the scares that would be left on his body If Draco survived. So I simply just watched. No thoughts in my head no if's, but's, when's. Just watching him sleep.

     The guilt in my chest. In my hands. It all made me want to scream and throw things. It made me want to smoke, or drink. But I made a promise, to myself, to my friends. I won't break it a second time. And I wont leave him right know. I reached out a hand wanting to grab Draco. Wanting to be able to hold his hand and try to let him know in some way I'm sorry. I hadn't know the spell or meant to say it.