Draco looked around the corner, panting heavily. His shoulder still stung from the deep cut in it and his leg was severely burned. He dragged himself up the stairs, hoping that no one would find him. He hated himself for this. Absolutely hated. He was disgusted by this. But he had to do it. The heavyweight in his pocket only reassured the blonde in his choice as he climbed each painful step, higher. Higher. Higher. Towards the Gryffindor tower.
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The Boy Who Wanted to Live
FanficBOOK TWO ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Proffesor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised. "Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?" "Y-Yes, Proffesor." "Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusio...
