Draco's Obsession

Concealment

Draco's POV:

The surge of energy rushed through his veins, sending zaps down his spine every time he inhaled deeply.

He found it incredibly intriguing that he slipped into consciousness with the last image being of hazel eyes, to wake up to them again. A sense of relief rested in his chest at the sight, but the noise of explosions around him pushed the feeling aside.

Draco wasn't fully aware of what he was doing as his body began moving without his permission, until he found himself on the dias, having transported there and conjuring everyone's wands on the ground before him.

He was grateful that his time as a Death Eater and Malfoy taught him to be strategic in any battle.

When his friends were contained and safe on the other side of the Great Hall, Draco made his way down the Gryffindor table and stopped before Harry, who stood on the other side.

Anger coursed through him, alongside the energy that flowed through him effort, as he looked to see Ron still being held back by Longbottom.

Longbottom's face was set in a stern way. As if he was trying to prepare for what was to come.

His friends really made a mess with their attacks. There was a flock of birds flying around the sky, nowhere to go. The cutlery and food was scattered along the floor and table.

He was proud of their abilities and skill. They had really transitioned into men of war. Being a Slytherin would do that to a boy.

Draco fixed his eyes on Harry who was breathing hard. He glanced to the dias where his wand lay.

He wondered if Harry now understood what it was like to be defenceless without his wand.
It's what Draco had to live with.

Draco closed his eyes as he allowed the Concealment charm to fall around himself and Harry, providing some privacy.

Harry and Draco could still see the others, but they could no longer see them. 

"Draco I...," Harry began saying, but was stopped with a hard look from the white haired Slytherin.

"As a Slytherin, I do not take most things seriously as I find everything and everyone to be pathetic," Draco said in a sharp tone. "However, as a Malfoy, when one is attacked callously, you have entered a very dangerous situation." Draco raised one finger saying, "One: you will be punished for it." He raised another finger. "Two: you can dual to protect your honour." He lifted a third finger. "Or three: you will die because of it."

The blood seemed to drain from Harry's face as he listened to Draco.

"Although, if you harm somebody a Malfoy... cares about," he continued saying through gritted teeth, "the only punishment is death." Draco pointed to Ron and asked, "What is the punishment for when somebody a Potter cares about gets hurt?"

Harry didn't reply.

Draco didn't know if he was thinking about his answer, or afraid of his own truth.

"What would have happened if I hadn't pushed her out the way, Potter?"

Again, he did not reply.

Harry's eyes shifted to Hermione. After a moment, Harry inhaled sharply and looked back to Draco, nodding his head.

"Let me handle it," he demanded. "Ron is my responsibility and Hermione is my best friend."

"I want him gone," Draco demanded in return. "Not for me. But for her."

Draco's body seemed to falter as the Hall began spinning around him.

"Fine. I will try and make it...," Harry started saying, but was again cut off.

"You will not try," Draco sneered as he felt like he was about to collapse. "You will make it happen."

Harry sighed in defeat. "Fine."

A moment passed between the two scarred men until Harry said, "Thank you... again."

Draco nodded his head and let Alexandria's wand slip from his hand as he began swaying. "Now, get me to the infirmary."

"Draco...," Harry started climbing over the table.

Before he crashed to the floor, he felt arms around his shoulders being lowered down, and the concealment falling as voices sounded around them.