Chapter Four
Disclaimer: This chapter features quotes directly from JK Rowling's book - 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. I do not claim to have created these lines. All rights and copyrights are JK Rowlings.
"How's your hand?" Draco's voice was filled with sympathy as he walked over from where he had been sitting on the sofa. He reached Harry just at the entrance to the Guest Room.
"You ssmell like blood," Manimi observed.
"That's most likely because I'm bleeding," Harry replied shortly.
"Alright, no need to get yourself in a twist," Manimi replied evenly. "I was just ssaying."
It was late; Harry had just finished his final detention with The Umbitch (as Fred and George had taken to calling her), and his hand was stinging all over. Honestly, though, Harry was too tired and emotionally exhausted by everything that was going on to really care about the pain anymore. Regardless, Draco gently examined the torn skin before walking back to where his schoolbag was leaning against the writing desk, opening it, and returning with a small, dragonfly-blue phial.
"Here, come sit down, and I'll see what I can do," Draco beckoned him over to the sofa and produced some cotton pads from his sleeve as Harry sat down. He poured the liquid from the phial over one of the pads and then gently pressed the soaked cotton to Harry's skin. The relief was so great that Harry actually moaned.
"What was that, Potter?" Draco asked, eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Draco, I love you," Harry laughed, with his eyes closed in bliss.
They sat in silence for a minute, not needing to speak to be comfortable in each other's company, until Draco broke the silence.
"That woman is totally crooked," He said angrily, examining the vicious cut on Harry's hand.
"If it means you'll look after me like this, I won't complain." laughed Harry, but Draco didn't smile.
"I mean, it's definitely illegal to do this, but she's got the whole ministry on her side. Who can we go to?"
"Jesus, hessss really obsessed with this," Manimi hissed in exasperation.
"I know. But it's kind of sweet when he get's all angry so I don't mind," Harry hissed in return. He turned to see Draco staring at his lips, though he quickly looked away when Harry noticed.
"Draco, control yourself," He laughed.
"Shut up," Draco admonished, blushing. "What were you saying?"
"I was saying how cute it is when you get all angry on my behalf,"
Draco blushed even deeper and concentrated on Harry's hand much harder than he needed to.
After there had been a brief pause, Harry took a deep breath and decided to broach the subject that had been nagging at his mind for a while now. "You've been getting pretty chummy with Umbridge recently, I've noticed," he observed.
Draco looked at him with a guarded expression. "Everyone in my house is chumming up to her. It would look seriously odd if I didn't join in."
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