The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Draco

Draco heard footsteps coming up the stairs and quickly pulled his pant leg down, having fully investigated the wound. He stood up, wincing slightly as he put weight on his leg and waited to see who would come around the corner. To his surprise, two red-headed boys appeared.

"Weasley!" He called, fixing a smirk on his face.

"Huh," the two boys said simultaneously and turned to look at Draco. 

"Where's your brother?" Draco asked, not wanting to carry on very long. 

"Who's asking?" The twin boys replied in response.  "Oh," they said as Draco stepped into the light "It's you" 

They both sounded equally disgusted, and although Draco would usually enjoy seeing the two boys get angry, he waited to mock them until after he had the information he needed. 

"Look, Weasley- er- Weasley's, I'm in an awfully big hurry here and need to discuss something with your brother so where is he?" Draco said with a sneer. 

The two Weasleys looked at Draco, looked at each other, began to smirk and looked back at Draco. Draco drew his eye brow's together with confusion as they smiled at him. They simultaneously took a step towards him. Draco took a step back and winced as his leg almost collapsed under him. He looked at his leg in fear, already feeling an infection beginning in the exposed wound. They grinned down at him like wolves at a wounded rabbit. 

"Well, dear Draco-" one said.

"We would love to tell you-" continued the other.

"Where our dear brother is-"

"However, we-"

"Have several brothers,"

"With several names-" 

"At several locations."

"Are you looking for Charlie?" 

"Or Percy?"

"Bill-" 

"or Fred?" Said one with a mischievous smile.

"Or George?" Said the other, mimicking the smile. 

"Ah, we know exactly-"

"who you are looking for-" 

"Ron," they said together. 

Draco swallowed and looked at the two twins, before bracing himself from where he was leaning over the staircase. He walked towards the two elder boys and made them back off. 

"Oh, George," Said one.

"Yes, Fred," replied the other

"Why would a Malfoy want to-"

"Talk to our little Ron-Ron? Yes I was thinking the exact same thing myself," Said George before he suddenly grabbed Draco's shirt and lifted him off the ground with ease. 

"What do you want with our brother you little twerp?" they said at the same moment. 

Draco hesitated, gulping for air for a few seconds. Behind the twins, he saw an older boy look at them before running into the Gryffindor Common room. Draco swallowed and glared at the older two boys. 

"That's between me and Ron," He said finally, "Or is he so cowardly that he sent you two to fight his battles for him?" 

The two boys faces slowly turned red and the one who was holding Draco raised a fist. Draco braced himself. He had been hit plenty of times in his life and cursed a dozen times that day alone. What's one more? 

"Fred!" an angry voice called out suddenly "George! Put him down!" 

George groaned in annoyance before throwing Draco onto the ground. Draco hit the ground hard and let out a sob of pain as his leg smacked the concrete. Fred and George ignored the boy and turned to where their brother Percy was standing with a disapproving look on his face. 

"Hey, Perce!" Fred called with a smile "Long time no see-"

"What is going on here?" Percy said, arms crossed. 

Draco watched for a second as the siblings tried to explain the situation until the slowly closing portrait caught his eye. He slowly got up on his feet and hesitated a second before running to the door, one leg dragging uselessly behind him. He quickly slid through the crack of the door, it clicking softly behind him. Draco gasped for breath and let out a small laugh of satisfaction before realizing that he had- quite literally- walked into the lions' den. He turned to look at the jarringly red room that held twenty or so Gryffindors that were all staring at him. 

"Where is Ron Weasley?" He asked, steeling himself for insults. 

The students appeared to be in shock and left him no answer. Draco's stomach sent a sharp pain throughout him and he laughed a tiny bit. He had actually forgotten that he had been stabbed! Draco looked down to where the knife was in his shirt and suddenly realized why the students were staring. Draco Malfoy, perfectionist, neat-freak Malfoy; was disgusting. Draco's face had a burn across half of it and was covered in soot, his hair was greasy from sweat and in disarray from running. His shirt had a slowly spreading red stain and he had a dagger protruding from his stomach, though most of the time it had been covered by his outer robes which were covered in dust. His pants were torn and through a long cut up the side, they could see a severe burn on his leg. Most of the older kids wondered how he was still conscious right now. The younger ones wondered why he wasn't in the hospital yet and the one that was Draco's age was thinking about how awesome this story would be when he told his friends later what he'd seen. Draco coughed and stood straighter as if trying to regain his status. 

"I said," he repeated  "Where is Ronald Weasley,"

A boy pointed to the staircase at the left and Draco turned to walk up them. He could hear distant arguing from the top room and sneered. He did not look forward to this. It would be the second favor he asked from a Weasley and that was three more than he had ever wanted to ask. He braced himself. Then, he walked inside.