Enemies with benifits..Or more

• "Yes..." •

Draco POV

I couldn't light a fire. No I was too scared something would finds us, attack us. The temperature just kept dropping. Harry's leg was Brocken, split open and bleeding. I took my belt and wrapped it around his leg to try and slow the bleeding, I may be a wizard but that doesn't mean I don't know muggle medical assistance tricks. We use them here too. I pulled Harry closer to me, he was wearing a sweat shirt so I'm sure he'd be alright.

But his leg... I don't know. His back was also torn up. He's still bleeding and shivering more than I am and I'm only in a t-shirt. Besides that I pull Harry closer to me, letting him lean on to my chest as my arm wraps over his neck and shoulder. He pushed his head harder into my chest, turning it further against me. I guess he liked that. A snap in the woods made me jump, in turn Harry sputtered awake next to me.

"What? What is it?!" Harry kept his voice low but spoke roughly.

"Don't know. Hey just lay back." I hold Harry to me when he tries to get up.

"It's dangerous we should get going..."

"As if?!" I pushed on Harry's chest succoring him to me. "Your staying here, your hurt."

"But-"

"Stay." I hissed the word almost like my mother would when I get in trouble.

"Your hurt too... let me see."

"Why?"

"I wanna make sure you didn't get worse." He pushed away from my chest only staying in my arms.

Harry took hold of the cloth wrapped over my hand and arm. Loosening it, before gently and slowly unraveling it. He slipped off the first piece of cloth placing it on my lap.

"Don't want to get it dirty."

Harry then moved his hands up the side of my arm to the second of three cloth wraps. He pulled lightly at the end and it came off in an instant, he placed it on his lap again. He reached for the one that wraps over my shoulder.

"Not that one," I stop him. "It wraps over my chest to keep in place it'll be hard to take off and put back on."

"Then just take off your shirt. If you got hurt in the fall I wanna dress it before it gets inferred."

Harry reached for the hem of my shirt. Then he gripped it and tried sliding it up I stopped him again.
"It's too cold please stop." I pushed up my sleeve over my shoulder so he could see it. He stared a moment before letting go of my shirt. I moved my hand off his. As he examined my wounds I just watched the woods. I didn't want any surprises and I'm not too sure what to do without my wand.

I would've been fine without my shirt honestly. I just didn't want him to see my chest and back. It seems easier to just tell him that my father punished me a lot rather then show him the scars he left me with. His presence is still with me even when he's gone. It both scares me and makes me angry. I still haven't been able to escape his grip fully.

Suddenly Harry is wrapping the cloth back over my skin. His fingers are cold and he's dead set focused on my arm.

"Is it as bad as it looks?" He asked surprising me.

"No doesn't hurt bad. Does it look bad?" I ask.

Harry drops the cloth wrap he's holding back onto his lap. He lifts his hand to my arm and I feel his cold fingers back against my skin. I look to him quickly, from his eyes to his finger. He traced next to my wound. It looked as if it was weeks old but actually only two days.