Time Heals All Wounds?

Chapter 1-The Fall

A flash of Gryffindor red could be seen through the rain as Har-Potter soared up after the Snitch. He disappeared into a thick black cloud and then after a bright flash of white lightning, Potter appeared again. Without his broom. He was hurtling towards the ground with no signs of slowing down.

Draco gasped and watched as Ha-Potter quickly drew closer to the pitch. He grabbed Pansy's hand and squeezed it tightly until the girl yelped and tried to pull her hand free. When Draco didn't release her, Blaise leaned over and pried the blonde's hand off Pansy's and then snapped his fingers in front of Draco's face.

"Dray. Draco! You need to control yourself before you draw any more attention."

Draco shook himself, took a deep breath and then put his Mask back on. A Malfoy never shows emotion in the company of others. They must always remain neutral in expression. Draco was worried however, Dumbledore had slowed Harry's decent so he hit the ground softly and was quickly surrounded by concerned Gryffindor's. Draco craned his neck to try and see what was going on, but there were too many people in the way. Pansy and Blaise stood on either side of him and escorted him back to the castle to avoid any embarrassing mishaps or a fellow student witnessing the Malfoy Mask slipping again.

Back in the dungeons, Draco sat on his bed with his legs folded neatly under him as he listened to the information that Pansy had managed to gather from the rowdy Gryffindor students. According to Pansy, many of them were telling people that their beloved Harry Potter was dying. As soon as Draco had heard this he began to hyperventilate. He had never voiced his feelings for Harry to anyone, but Pansy and Blaise had figured it out quite quickly due to the blonde's increasing panic when the Boy-Who-Lived was in any type of danger. Pansy rose from her chair next to the bed and sat down next to Draco and grabbed his hand.

"It is just gossip, Dray. He is okay, I swear." she tilted her head down so she could consider Draco's bright grey eyes "Listen to me honey. He passed out after he was attacked by some Dementors. Because he was on his broom, he fell off. There is nothing else wrong with him. Just a nasty run in with the Dementors. Dumbledore was furious when he found out and has banished them from the grounds. Everything is okay. He is just sleeping in the Hospital Wing." Pansy squeezed his hand and then slid down gracefully from the bed. As she left the room with Blaise, she looked over her shoulder at him "You should go and see him. He can't run away from you if he is unconscious. You would have a very captive audience." With that she turned and the two went back into the Common Room.

Draco thought about what Pansy had told him and debated whether he should go see Harry. If his growing pack of groupies were around, then there would be a huge risk going to see him. Well, it's not like he likes Potter that much anyway, he chides himself as he begins to prepare for bed. As he settles into his bed, his thoughts drift back to Har-Potter­ up in the Hospital Wing. He wasn't going to go see him, though. Why would he, because he obviously didn't care. He shook the thoughts from his head and tried to get to sleep. However, his subconscious had different ideas. He might be able to fight off thought of Harry Potter while he was awake, but there was nothing he could do while he was asleep.

He was sat in the stands watching Harry fall from the sky. However, there was no one there to slow his fall. Draco had to watch in horror as Harry gained speed as he got closer to the ground. The impact was the worst thing that Draco had ever heard; the sound of dozens of bones braking repeatedly. As he ran down the steps towards the pitch, he saw that there was a growing circle of blood surrounding the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco dropped down beside Harry and tried to get his attention, but no matter how many times he called Harry's name there was no response. Not even a muscle twitch. The once vibrant green eyes were dull and lifeless. Draco hadn't realised that he was crying until he saw the drops fall onto the sand of the pitch. He didn't know what to do. Harry was gone and there was nothing he could do to bring him back. Everyone would think that this was his fault and there would be no way for him to fully explain how much he cared about the raven-haired boy. He stroked the messy hair and was surprised that it was much softer than he had imagined it would be. He pulled a few strands of his own hair out and intertwined them into Harry's hair in a few tiny plaits that no one would notice. Once he was done, he lay down next to the boy on the ground and looked up at the cloud covered sky. Trying to pretend that Harry was breathing next to him and that they were here together; spending time together willingly.