Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Black and blue

As I sat up from the bathroom floor pain ran through my body like an electric shock. My hair was wet with my own blood, and possibly some of Draco's. I took a sharp inhale of air as I used the edge of a sink to haul myself onto my feet.

The world was unsteady and it took a moment for the room to stop spinning, but when it did I shuffled slowly towards the door.

I used my cloak to cover most of my injuries. It took me quite a while to hobble to the Gryffindor common room. Lessons had started again so the corridors were thankfully empty. When I arrived I saw Ron and Hermione sitting in the common room.

"Harry!" Hermione leapt and hugged me. I grunted due to the pain.

"Harry mate, what's happened?" Ron asked.

"Nothing" I replied with shaking breath.

"Harry you need to tell us," Hermione said rubbing my back.

"Look I can't guys, so can we please just leave it?" I said getting slightly more annoyed.

"Alright mate" Ron said looking at Hermione with concern.

I shuffled up the stairs and gently lowered myself onto my bed. My chest and head were in the most pain. I slowly peeled off my shirt from my blood-soaked body. Suddenly Ron burst into our dorm. He stood completely still with his mouth wide open. He could see them, the purple splotches that now covered most of my abdomen. After some time Ron regained his composure and muttered,

"Harry, you need to go to the infirmary."

"No" I replied, "they'd ask too many questions".

And then I started to cry, not because of the pain but because I was so overcome with emotion. I was drowning in it. Draco has kissed me and then subsequently beat me to a pulp. Draco has hated me my entire time at Hogwarts, but more than anything I felt sorry for Draco. I'm sure he's in much more pain then I am right now. I'm definitely not gay. I fancy Ginny.

But I liked the kiss.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he said in a comforting tone. He came and sat next to me. I just sobbed more at his kindness. My whole life I've felt unwanted and unloved. I've been beaten much worse than this by Dudley and Vernon but this, this hurt so much more. Eventually, Ron left me and I drifted to sleep.

"Potter...Potter!" I heard a voice whisper, I turned around, it was Draco standing beside my bed.

"Draco, what are you doing?" I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"I've come to say sorry," he said quickly.

"What's the time?" I asked.

"Uhh, I've got no idea" Draco replied. I looked out of my window, it was pitch black.

I noticed that Draco still had his blood-stained shirt on from earlier and his arm hadn't been bandaged.

"Draco, have you not been back to your common room?" I asked cautiously. Draco said nothing but he shook his head as a single tear slid down his face.

I panicked for a moment, I had no idea what I should do. I eased myself out of bed and towards my trunk. Draco looked broken when he saw me struggle. Another tear slid down his cheek. I grabbed some bandages from my trunk. I use them if I sprain my wrist or something playing quidditch.

"Sit down Draco," I said, gesturing towards the edge of the bed. I sat beside him and started to bandage his arm. He flinched a little. I held his hand with mine to keep him from moving too much and I used my other hand to wrap the bandage around his thin arm.