Draco woke up in the early afternoon, a tiny sliver of artificial sunshine glowing into the dorm room. His head was pounding, a reminder of the way too many drinks he had last night. He stretched his arms out above his head, and adjusted his eyes to his surroundings. He had fallen asleep fully clothed, in his dress robes. A quick flick of his wand, and he was changed into casual clothes.
Draco looked over at Harry, still sleeping. He looked absolutely adorable, all cuddled up and peaceful in his sleep. 'I wonder if I was sleeping too heavy because of the drinks, or if he really didn't have any nightmares last night?'
Draco went over to the vanity, splashing his face with water and rubbing his eyes, trying to wake up more.
After a few minutes, Draco decided to wake Harry up and they could go and get breakfast. Or, I guess, lunch.
Draco rounded the corner of the bed to Harry's side and gently shook his shoulder, "Harry, time to wake up."
Harry didn't rouse.
Draco continued to try, shaking a little more forcefully this time, "HARRY. Wakey, wakey."
Still nothing.
Draco, confused, looked around for something loud to bang about.
He grabbed the tin trashcan in the corner of his room and banged on it a few times. Still nothing from Harry.
Draco started to panic. Why wasn't he waking up??
Draco felt Harry's pulse. It was still there and strong, so why isn't he moving?
Draco grabbed both Harry's shoulders and shook roughly, practically screaming in his face, "HARRY WAKE UP. COME ON THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
Still nothing from Harry. Not even a moan or grunt.
Draco looked around in panic, trying to figure out what to do and why he wasn't moving.
Wracking his brain, he twisted his hands into his hair, biting the inside of his cheek.
He decided to apparate himself and Harry to the hospital wing, nothing else seemingly like a good idea.
Draco and Harry's limp body appeared in the middle of the empty hospital wing, with Draco calling out for Madame Pomfrey's help.
She rushed over, grabbing Harry's feet and helping Draco to situate him on one of the beds.
"My dear, what happened??"
"I don't know! I have no idea, he won't wake up!! He won't speak, he won't move, he won't do anything!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!" Draco panicked, tears threatening to escape his eyes.
Madame Pomfrey checked Harry's pulse as well, noting that it was just fine, as is his blood pressure. She checked his eyes, ears, and mouth as well. Lifting her wand, she scanned over his body, detecting for anything broken, out of place, or hidden.
"I'm still not sure exactly what it is, but it seems that Mr. Potter has been cursed. How, and by what curse, I'm not sure. Let me call for the Headmistress."
Madame Pomfrey scurried out of the room, sending her owl to retrieve Headmistress McGonagal and reinforcements.
Draco was pacing around Harry's bed, feeling sick to his stomach. 'Cursed? How in the hell has he been cursed?? And who cursed him?? We were together all night for merlin's sake!'
Draco collapsed into the chair besides Harry's bed, putting his head into his hands and shaking violently with worry.
Soon after, Headmistress McGonagal, Professor Slughorn, and Professor Flitwick rushed into the hospital wing, straight to Harry. They all began to examine Harry; scanning him themselves and discussing what curse it could possibly be.
McGonagal turned to Draco, concern in her eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy, can you tell us about how he ended up like this?"
"I have no idea, professor. We went to the ball last night and hung out. Then towards the end of the night, we went... well there's no use lying. We went to my dorm room so I could show him something I bought at Hogsmeade. It was late at that point, so we both fell asleep. Then this morning, I tried to wake him and I couldn't. I just brought him straight here."
McGonagal narrowed her eyes, taking in the information.
"I see. Did you notice anyone approach him, anyone put anything in his drinks, anything like that?"
"Not that I can remember."
"Well, this is very serious. I'm sorry to say, but Mr. Malfoy, we will have to question you further. If you were the only person with him when this happened, we have to suspect that you may have caused this."
"That's BULLSHIT. I wouldn't hurt Harry!! I didn't do anything!!"
"As I recall, just last year you would have done something just like this. Am I wrong?"
Draco just stayed silent, knowing how suspicious this all looked.
"Fine. Give me Veritiserum if you must. I have nothing to hide."
"Professor Slughorn, could you take Mr. Malfoy to your office and wait for me there? I will be along shortly."
Professor Slughorn gently guided Draco along, out of the hospital wing. Draco looked back and saw Professor Flitwick trying different enchantments, without any luck.
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Draco and Professor Slughorn sat silently in his office, waiting for news. Draco was ringing his hands and shaking his leg. He couldn't get his mind off of Harry and what was happening to him. Slughorn offered caring looks, but said nothing.
Finally, McGonagal breezed through the doors to the office, carrying a piece of parchment.
Draco looked up, hopeful that it was some sort of news about Harry's condition.
"Has he woken up??" Draco asked, rushed.
"No. He remains the same. We are still trying a few different techniques to revive him. In the mean time, I have received word from the minister of magic that I am allowed to use veritiserum on you to get the truth about the situation, signed here." McGonagal raised up the parchment, showing him.
"That's fine. I don't have anything to hide. Just do it."
McGonagal motioned over to Slughorn, holding out her hand for the vial of the truth-telling potion.
Draco willingly opened his mouth for a few drops.
"Now, Draco, why don't you start by telling us what happened once you left the ball."
"I told you, Harry and I walked down to my dorm room. We hung out and I gave him a gift that I had gotten in Hogsmeade."
"What gift would that be?"
"It's a small golden snitch brooch."
"And he put on this brooch?"
"Yes."
"Did you enchant the brooch or curse it in any way?"
"No."
"Do you remember anything about when you bought the brooch?"
"I was at the shop in Hogsmeade with my friends. I was looking for something to buy him. Pansy Parkinson was there too, and she showed me the brooch, saying it was perfect for me. So I bought it and left."
"Pansy Parkinson? Did you notice if she did anything to the brooch?"
"No, she appeared rather suddenly. I bought it, thanked her, and left."
"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. You stay here for a little while longer." McGonagal turned to leave again, without explaining why.
About 15 minutes later, McGonagal returned again, with Pansy's upper arm firmly in her grasp.
"HEY. You're squeezing too tight! What is the meaning of all this!" Pansy spat out, extremely pissed.
"Be quiet, Ms. Parkinson. I have direct orders from the ministry of magic that I am allowed to use veritiserum on you in the hopes of getting to the bottom of this."
"WHAT? That's not fair! You can't do-"
"I can and I will. Sit."
Pansy sat down by Draco, scowling. She reluctantly opened her mouth to take in the serum.
"Now. Pansy, where did you get the golden snitch brooch that you gave to Draco in Hogsmeade."
"I got it from the shop before Draco got there."
"Why did you buy it?"
"I wanted to make Draco mine."
"What do you mean?"
"My uncle taught me a curse over the summer. One that would cause harm to Draco, so that I could nurse him back to health and he could fall in love with me. I cursed the brooch before I gave it to him."
"So you intended to curse Draco, and no one else?"
"Yes."
Pansy smacked her hand over her mouth, eyes wide.
Draco looked disgusted, moving away from her on the couch.
"You bloody git! Trying to curse me and now you've indirectly cursed Harry??!! What is wrong with you??!!" Draco was yelling, not caring how loud he was.
"Well, what other choice did I have? You weren't talking to me!"
"Oh, I don't know, LEAVE ME ALONE?"
"Now, now. I know you are both upset. Draco, we will take care of this properly. Pansy, this is a serious offense. I will have to get the ministry involved further. You just jeopardized your wizarding career." McGonagal shook her head in disappointment, lifting Draco up off the couch.
"You are free to go, Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry I misjudged you."
"I get it. Is it okay if I go back and see him?"
"Sure." McGonagal sent him off with a smile.
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Everything Remains
FanfictionHarry and the rest of his friends return to Hogwarts for the seventh and final year. After everything he has been through, after all of the fighting, loss, and heartache, maybe, just maybe, he can have a "normal" year at school. That's all he wants...
