Control [Drarry]

Chapter Fifteen

Running towards me were heavy, quick steps, I struggled, trying to move to see anyone coming towards me. I was too disorientated to tell who it was and too weak to get a proper look. I tensed, perhaps it was Blaise or someone again, coming back for more however I couldn't move with the sharp aches and pains at every small movement.

"MALFOY!" I heard a panic-stricken voice say, however, I couldn't quite make it out due to my struggle to hold onto my consciousness. The person skidded to a stop and dropped onto their knees next to me.

"Malfoy, I'm so sorry are you ok? What happened? Who did this to you?"

I recognised that the mysterious person was Potter, all I could do was groan in pain, not being able to properly answer him. I felt his hands on my back, being as gentle as he could however, it did still hurt causing me to hiss in pain, he pulled me up a little so I was leaned on him, more sat up rather than laying down as I previously was.

It took me a minute before I could gather enough strength to reply, "Blaise," I stated weakly.

"He did this?" I nodded, "he's going to regret this," Potter said in a dark tone, gritting his teeth. "And the rest were his usual gang of thugs?" I again nodded.

"Malfoy we need to get you to the hospital wing."

"NO," I panicked.

"What do you mean no? Have you seen yourself? You need help."

"They will find out about me, you can't."

"Well, what do you want to do because you sure as hell can't walk in this condition."

"I can, please just give me a few moments, I can gather enough strength, but I'm going to need your support."

"Ok," Potter said, finally agreeing nodding.

After about 10 minutes I found that I could gather enough strength, with Potters assistance to get up, I leant against him whilst he put his arm around me and mine over his shoulders for support and we hobbled back to the castle.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to you sooner, I thought you were right behind me I swear but when I reached the castle, I turned around and you weren't there, I waited for a minute to see if you were just a bit slower but when you didn't come I was worried. I swear I ran straight back as fast as I could to help you, I could have stopped all of this," Potter was clearly upset.

"You have got to stop with this hero bullshit," I said hobbling and gritting my teeth from the pain.

"What," he said, surprised, almost offended.

"Look I am grateful that you have tried your best and that's all you could have done, you don't need to be taking the world and all its issues onto your shoulders, this isn't your fault it was Blaise and the rest of them, and now you are helping me, that's all that you needed to do, you've done more than enough, thank you."

We slowly made our way all the way up the path to the castle, it was clearly way past curfew by the time we had got back so we were as quiet as we could be, trying to limit my groans of pain. Creeping around the halls, cautious of Filtch and any other teacher that could be around.

"Where are we going?" Potter asked.

"Just let me lead the way and quiet Potter, we don't want to be caught again do we?"

Eventually, I led us, with Potters help to the room of requirement, as we entered, it did look similar to how it usually was for us except this time it felt warmer. As we walked through looking for somewhere to rest, we walked past a pile of books to find a sofa with a fireplace, which wasn't there last time.

I point it out to Potter so that we can finally rest, he gently sets me down, and as he pulls away his hand glides against my side, giving me a funny feeling, which I ignore. I pant from the exhaustion and Potter sits down next to me also gathering his energy for a minute.

"You need to be fixed up," he told me.

I gently nodded, "ok."

Potter went away searching for supplies, I just sat back and slowly lifted my legs until I got myself situated on the sofa.

At least 15 minutes went by before Potter came clumsily walking back with his arms overflowing with supplies to help me. Cloth, bandages and a small metal tub filled with water.

"Ok, I think I have everything, I went to the bathroom to get the water, that's why I took so long sorry."

"It's ok," I said in a light voice, smiling at how considerate he was.

"I'm going to lift up your shirt first ok? Just to see the injuries," I nodded, gland that he was talking his way through the process as to not startle me. As I pulled up the shirt, I hestated slightly, I felt insecure, its been so long since I've been nourished that all I am made up of is skin and bone.

No judgement was felt from him the whole time though, the sole purpose of just cleaning any injuries, avoiding infections and checking for swelling. A large gash ran down the side of my torso, which he quickly had bandaged, placing some cloth in the cold water and onto the bruising in order to reduce the swelling, the whole time so gentle, like he was handling porcelain.

Finally, he pulled my shirt back down and started to look at any sustained head injuries, only a large bruise on my forehead and a small cut on my chin. Potter wiped the old blood from my chin before, focusing on the bruise, he grabbed a final piece of wet cloth with fresh cold water. He delicately placed it on the bruise, I hissed again, squinting my eyes at the harsh, sharp pain emanating from my head.

"Shit, sorry," Potter said apologetically, I just looked up into his caring green eyes, looking deep into them for the first time, almost seeming like pure emerald.

"It's fine," I said, my mouth was getting a little dry, and I swallowed, why do I feel like this? What is happening? I felt myself start to lean towards him, taking a quick glance towards his lips, he didn't pull back from me, instead, he was also closing the gap between us.

His hand moved from my head, dropping the cloth, his hand down my fragile face cupping my cheek, I took one more glance down from those gorgeous eyes to his lips before he fully closed the gap.

Gentle lips glided along mine, it felt soft and tender the kiss. I placed my hand and balled it in the messy black hair holding him close to continue the pleasant kiss. His other hand trailed down my side delicately, I suddenly hissed in pain.

"I'm so sorry," he said to me pulling back.

"It's fine you just graised the gash slightly."

We smiled, I pulled him back into my embrace and we continued to kiss, loving every moment of each other.

Finally, we pulled back from each other, looked intently into each other's eyes and smiled.