Save Me (Drarry)

Chapter Eleven

Draco failed. Potter was gone.
There was no trail, and even if there was one, it would have been long gone by then. He stumbled down the street, not caring where he went. It didn't matter.
His chest hurt. He felt like he would burst into tears at any second. But he could not let them fall.
He sat against a wall, his head re at sing in his hands. He was sure that all hope was lost, until he heard the crying.
Draco stood up, and began following the unpleasant sounds.
What he found was not at all what he was expecting. A boy, around his age was lying on the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
He quickly rushed to his side, checking if he was injured.
“Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?”
The boy nodded.
“Where?”
He had one hand on his chest, over his heart. However, he slowly moved his hand out of the way, revealing a pool of blood.
“Okay, uh, stay still, I'm going to help you.”
Draco tore off a large strip of the boys clothing, using it to mop up most of the blood.
“H...ur...ts!”
“I know I'm sorry.”
“He...ar...t!”
“What?”
“He...ar...t...h...ur...ts!”
“Okay, okay let me just s- Oh God.”
When Draco removed the cloth, all he saw was a bullet hole, straight through the boys heart. It was no longer beating.
“You're infected,” he whispered, standing up and backing away.
“N...o! Pl...ea...se! S...t...ay…”
Draco mind was at war. One one hand he could just leave, not risk any change of getting bitten, but on the other hand, the boy needed help.
Time to be a bloody Gryffindor, Draco thought.
Within seconds he was back at the boy's side.
“It's okay, I won't leave.”
He grabbed a hold of his hand, giving it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze.
“How long has it been since you've been bitten?” he asked.
“H...ar...ry.”
Draco stiffened.
“What?”
“He...bi...t...m...e.”
“Wha-wait you know Harry Potter? How?”
“Fr...ie...nd.”
“Who are you?”
“S...ea...m...us.”
Draco recognized that name. Giving his face a closer look he realized it was familiar. He'd seen him in the group of Gryffindors that surrounded Potter wherever he went during his Hogwarts years.
“Finnigan?”
He nodded.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“Har...ry...I...sh...ot...him.”
“What? Why?”
“H...e...r..an.”
“So? What the hell man! He wasn't going to hurt you, he's not like them!”
“D...id...n...ot...kn...ow.”
Draco stared angrily at the ground. He didn't know whether he wanted to punch Finnigan in the face or hug him.
“I...m...so...r...ry,” he cried, tears streaming down his face.
Hug him, Draco decided.
He gathered the poor boy into his arms and held him awkwardly. Although if anyone asked, he would deny it.
Once Finnigan had calmed down enough, Draco started asking questions again.
“So let me get this straight, you found Potter, shot him because he ran, and then he bit you?”
The other boy nodded, wiping the rest of the moisture from his eyes.
“So how'd you get that?” he ask, gesturing to the hole in his chest.
“D...ea...n.”
“Thomas? Wasn't he like your best friend or something?”
“Bo...y...fr...ien...d.”
“Oh.”
“It...h...ur...ts,” he whispered, gesturing to his heart.
“That’s weird,” Draco said, checking the wound again. “Infected aren't supposed to feel pain. What does it feel like?”
“B...r...ok...en,” he whispered, silent tears running down his face once more.