"As one star sinks beyond the horizon, another comes into the picture."
"Fucking faggot," Crabbe growled as he shoved Harry into a locker. "God, it disgusts me to even look at you."
Tears pricked in Harry's eyes, but he ignored them. He straightened his back and glared back at the boy.
His defiance was met with Pansy Parkinson slamming his head into the locker and the ringing laughter of Blaise Zabini.
"What is happening?" Draco Malfoy's voice rang out.
"Great," Harry mumbled, still dizzy and in pain. "Golden boy is here to save the day."
"Pansy, Vince, get away from him! Why would you want to hurt someone?" Draco shoved through the trio and studied Harry. "Are you alright?"
"Define alright," Harry muttered.
"Jesus," Draco murmured. "Do you need to go to the nurse's?" He attempted to reach out and touch the back of Harry's head, but Harry batted his hand away with a scowl.
"I'm fine," he replied, irritated.
"Just like you were fine in the bathroom?"
Harry froze, glaring at him. "Do you think you're funny?"
Draco's glare matched his well, but it gave way to something much more like fear and pain.
"Draco?" Harry asked, all anger gone, replaced by confusion and worry.
Draco stepped back, looking a bit dizzy.
"Draco, your nose is bleeding," Harry whispered.
Draco's shaking hand reached up to his nose, and he studied the blood that came off on his fingers for a moment before collapsing.
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Galaxy
Fanfiction"I loved the stars too much to be afraid of the night. But I should have been afraid, because your eyes were made with the stars and I was the darkest night." --TRIGGER WARNING--
