Forbidden

-17-

Draco was back at Hogwarts. He could not manage to look at anyone without being asked where Madison was. Even his Slytherin colleagues whose parents were aware of Madison's situation were asking him what had happened, but he could not speak, no words would come out except:

"Leave me the fuck alone"

Once everyone was at dinner he decided to take a walk outside, get some air, get drunk and drugged to forget what his life had turned into in a mere weekend, how little to zero control he had over it.

As soon as the door revealed itself open he was face to face with a clenched jaw, crossed arm Harry Potter. The scared forehead wizard pushed himself off the wall and without saying anything punched Draco to the ground, then mounted him to keep pommelling him.

Rage flowed in Harry, a rage that was his but had gone over the edge. Draco did not fight back, he wanted it, the punishment, he could almost thank Harry for it. They heard a nervous voice down the dungeon hall.

"Harry! Stop it!" Hermione screamed at the sight of Harry's bloody hands.

She pulled him off Draco, pushing him away from the blonde and nearly unconscious wizard that was on the floor.

"Are you mad Harry? What has gotten into to you?!"

Harry shook his head.

"He deserves it, even he knows it" Potter spat, pulling away from Hermione, leaving her in the conundrum of chasing after him or caring for her nemesis.

Draco coughed, propping himself on his hands to try to stand, stumbling.

"He's right mud blood. why are you still standing there?"

Hermione shook her head, as if disagreeing with her choice.

"Let me take you to the infirmary" she said trying to steady him, hand on his elbow.

"Just leave" he said, running his forearm to wipe the blood that was coming out of his nose.

"As much as I hate you I can't leave you like this, Malfoy. Sit here let me heal at least your nose" she pointed to a stone bench near the next door.

"And risk being seen with you?" He scoffed, "no, thank you"

"Fine" Hermione rolled her eyes, turning on her heels to leave, huffing with anger at his stubbornness.

"Wait...there's a classroom three doors down" Draco said, his voice barely came out.

Hermione stopped, but still didn't turn to face him.

"I could use the fix, I don't want my father to know about this..." he whispered, trying to stand up straight, leaning and propping himself wherever he could until he reached the abandoned classroom, the one he and Madison had gone to the night he drew the runes.

Hermione followed three steps behind him.

He entered the dark classroom, making his way to the desk that Madison had placed in the middle, sitting at the edge of it. He was starting to feel his face swelling, his jaw felt leaden. He welcomed the pain, if it wasn't visible he would not heal it.

The Gryffindor lit the sconces with a wave of her wand, picking up an old bucket that was near the fireplace.

"Aquamenti" she sung the spell to fill it with water, then conjured a cloth out of her own shirt. Draco watched, he knew she was smart but had never seen it like this.

She dipped the cloth in the water then rinsed it, finally bringing it to clean his face.

"I need to clean it to see the damage" she informed him. Draco just nodded slightly, knowing it would sting and he would enjoy that too.