Lykanthropos: Drarry at Full Moon

Chapter 6: Adapting

TW! Blood
TW! Injury

Harry stared at Draco's unconscious form, which had stilled and stopped thrashing about a few seconds ago. Remus stilled too, unsure of what to do. "I guess . . . I mean, we can put him on some painkillers. I don't know if there's much else we can do now that all his external wounds are healed. Gods, I wish we could take him to the hospital wing."

"Why can't we? The school is open to staff. I mean, even though you're not working there anymore . . . they have to understand our situation, right?"

Remus hesitated. "Dumbledore . . . he forbade it. In order to keep Draco's secret. It might look suspicious if a student is coming into the hospital wing from out of school. It raises questions like, 'Why did the student go to a school hospital wing instead of St. Mungo's?' So, no, Harry. We cannot take Draco to the hospital wing."

"So, what . . . now that his external wounds are healed we just sit around and wait for his body to fully recover?" Harry asked.

"That's exactly what we'll do," someone said from the doorway. Harry turned around and was met with the sight of Sirius Black leaning against the doorframe. It was the first time Harry had seen Sirius look this grave. "We are not going to experiment, alright? We're going to let him rest."

"Okay," Harry said reluctantly. Remus didn't say anything, but he looked at Draco thoughtfully once more before leaving the room. Sirius gave Harry a glance before turning around and following Remus.

Harry reached over and closed the door, making his room dark. He looked over at Draco's bed. In the dark, Draco's pale skin almost seemed to glow a translucent white. His platinum blond hair was no different; it gleamed in the dim light coming from the window shades. Harry's eyes flitted to Draco's lips. He wondered if Draco had canines now like a werewolf.

Harry mentally scolded himself. What the fuck was he thinking about? What did it matter what Draco's teeth looked like?

Harry sighed and flopped down upon his own bed, trying to put Draco out of his mind. It seemed like Draco and his condition had been all anyone had talked about the past few days. Harry couldn't remember thinking about much else.

Harry rolled over to face Draco. Then he turned away. Even now, after telling himself to stop thinking about Draco's condition, he couldn't put it out of his mind.

Harry turned over yet again and opened Draco's dresser drawer. He pulled out one of Draco's books. The cover read Pride and Prejudice. Harry opened it at random and read a paragraph.

It didn't make sense. He put it back in the drawer, then fished out another book that belonged to Draco. It was titled 'Redwall,' and Harry felt a sense of familiarity wash through him. He had read these books in second year, when Hermione had dragged him off to the library. Of course, she had brought him there to study, but he had picked up the first fiction book he could find and read that instead.

He reached inside the drawer once more and pulled out another book belonging to the Redwall series. It seemed like Draco had the whole series.

Harry opened the first one and began to read. He was halfway through the first page when he got an idea. He reached over to his nightstand and picked up a Self-Inking Quill.

. . .

When Draco woke up, Harry shut the book and pretended to be examining the cover. Harry could feel the other boy's eyes on him. He looked over. "Redwall," Draco said, voice rough from sleep.

"Is it good?" Harry asked, tracing the cover with his fingers.

"It's not bad," Draco said indifferently. "If you want to read it you can borrow my copy."