16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 40:

*Third person p.o.v*

"Roses are red, violets are blue. The stars shine bright, but not as bright as you do."

Both Hermione and Harry stared at the singing elf.

Ron was laughing hysterically. "Who wrote that? Who send you?" Asked Ron, looking all too amused for Harry's liking. Harry nudged him in the side.

"The student Terry Boot send me, sir. For Mr. Harry Potter, sir." Said the elf, smiling big, and Ron laughed even harder.

"Ron, shut up!" Harry hissed. He looked at the short elf, "Er.. Thanks.. For that." He said, awkwardly.

The elf nodded as it continued to smiled brightly up at them, and then disapparated.

"Oh," Said Ron, his laugh trailing off. "That was fun."

"Not fun, just embarrassing." Harry shook his head, continuing to walk down the corrridor.

"Be thankful it didn't do it in the middle of the great hall. Remember when Susan Bones received a singing elf during lunch last year?" Said Hermione then, and both Harry and Ron nodded.

"Yeah, she was so red in the face." Ron chuckled.

"To be fair, I think you'd be more than red in the face if a singing elf came up to you in public. Let alone, the great hall." Said Hermione then, giving Ron a small smile.

"Are you kidding? He'd run right out and not look back." Said Harry, and Hermione giggled as Ron shrugged.

"Well, who wouldn't?" Ron looked between them, crossing his arms.

Harry smirked at him, "I'd probably do the same. Especially if it's a poem like the one that Terry had written—" Harry was cut off when he walked into someone.

"Watch where you're going—"

Harry immediately snapped his head up at hearing his voice. Oh, no.

The silence felt almost deafening as Harry blankly stared, and Harry almost considered just running away when he saw how Malfoy was looking down at him.

But he didn't.

Because Malfoy had both a black eye and a red, purple-ish wound right by his nose.

And, fuck, did Harry feel bad.

Malfoy then cleared his throat and spoke when Harry had been staring silently at him for long enough; "..Er, I didn't mean to—"

"I'm so sorry." Said Harry then, without thinking. "I'm so sorry." He repeated.

Malfoy blinked.

He didn't look angry. He didn't even look upset. "It's fine." Was what he ended up answering, the soft look on his face never leaving.

Harry simply wanted to break down and cry, especially after hearing Malfoy's words. Harry had hurt him. So badly he looked like that.

"I didn't think it would.. Why didn't you go to the hospital wing?" Harry asked, his voice low, not really caring about keeping up with his hard facade at the moment.

Cormac had went to the hospital wing. Harry had seen him earlier, and he looked completely fine.

So why hadn't Malfoy just done the same thing? Surely he didn't like walking around hurting.

Malfoy cast a look back at Hermione and Ron, making Harry realize they were still there, and class was starting soon. But he couldn't really bring himself to care about that either at the moment.