Horrors ahead

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The hospital wing was filled with terror, the event that two imbecile students had caused had injured the chosen one. His body lay on the cream bed, looking lifeless. His green eyes were no longer piercing, they were just a dull green; his skin was pale with streaks of dirt dotted around; his raven hair was ashy and his cheeks no longer had a tint of pink on them, it was quiet, no soul around. Potions filled the shelves, the once warm room was somehow cold. Draco walked across the room with no emotion in his face, the only thing that occupied his mind was the image of Harry against the grey rock; his hair matted with blood. A tear trickled down his face, soon wiped away by his hand. Even though he had just started to date this boy, he felt connected to him and he wanted to stay with him. As bad as it may seem, this love was almost forbidden. He was supposed to have a planned marriage with another pure blood, but that didn't appeal to him. Ever since first year when Harry had rejected his handshake, he had to pretend that he hated him; in all reality he loved him, but what would his father say? A Malfoy, gay? That was punishable by torture most likely. He can remember the first day he had saw him, it was in a shop that he can't remember the name of, his emerald green eyes met his grey ones. He was hiding so Draco said nothing of it, it brought a smile to his face thinking about the memory.
               He took a seat next to the unconscious boy and intwined their fingers together, he whispered loving things into his ear; assuring him that everything will be fine and it'll go back to normal. Well as normal as it can be, with Voldemort still around no one knew what was going to happen. It seemed as if the floor was swaying beneath him, like any moment it could cave in. The air had gotten even thicker than before as the shaking breaths of the unconscious boy rang through the walls, bouncing off the wall paper leaving an echo in its trails.

A/N I'm so sorry that this is a short chapter but I'm not satisfied with the story, I feel like I've gone to fast into their relationship and should prolong it. As I'm going to have to write it again, once again I'm sorry if you did like this.

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