always the one (drarry oneshots)

The quill

Warning! This chapter contains blood and slight gore pertaining to Harry's interactions with Umbridge. If that unsettles or disturbs you, please skip this section. I hope that those who read enjoy.

Harry was standing outside of the DADA classroom. The room that he used to love. Where Remus used to teach the best classes. Where even the fake moody was better than who occupied it now. Hesitating slightly, he entered the room and walked to her office. Knocking twice like instructed he waited for an answer.

"Come in." Came the sickly sweat voice. Harry walked in and shut the door behind him.
"Ah, mister Potter, sit down, you know what to do."

Harry did in fact know what to do. The same thing he had been doing for the past two days. Writing lines with a blood quill. (Which is illegal by the way). It was always painful and stung but he knew better than to show that. So he sat writing the line that scarred itself into his skin 'I must not tell lies'
Harry loathed the woman who was watching him and her toad like features. As much as he loathed the quill he was holding.  It was past eleven when she dismissed him. He exited her office and wrapped his hand in the cloth he had brought with him. He had to get to the common room to heal the cuts before anyone saw.

Now came the hard part of the night. Harry had to avoid his prefect boyfriend all the way back to the common room of Gryffindor tower so he could heal his hand and cast a glamour pretending the marks weren't there. It was tricky, Draco's usual path was between him and the tower so Harry had to be extra careful. Pulling the cloth a bit tighter to stop the bleeding, Harry started to make his way back to his room. Checking every corner, every hallway, every secret passage, before entering it. Luckily he had avoided any prefects or teachers, and made it to the common room safely.

Harry was stood in front of a sink in the bathroom, washing the cuts clean with water and a bit of disinfectant. Once he thought it was clean enough, Harry cast a healing charm, which only turned it into a pink scar, but was better than nothing. Then casting a glamour to made the skin look as though it were untouched, Harry went to bed.

He woke up before anyone else the next morning. The room was still slightly dark, and Ron's snoring could be heard. Harry slipped out of bed and made his way to the showers. He loved the alone time being the first to wake up allowed him. He could shower for a long time before Ron stumbled in sleepily or heard everyone else get up. The shower was the perfect temperature as always. The water hit his tanned skin and washed away all the anxiety, and fear that followed him.

When Harry emerged from his shower, and left the bathroom he found that he was still the only one awake. Which was odd since it was a Friday.  Harry just shrugged and collected his books and his bag trudging down the stairs to the common room. Fifteen minutes later, Hermione came down stairs from her room and looked surprised to see Harry.

"Your up early, everything alright?" She asked

"Yeah, I just woke up and couldn't fall back asleep." Harry replied, he wasn't lying when he said this.

"Lets head to breakfast early, since we are both up." She stood and offered a hand to help Harry up.

"How was your detention?" Hermione inquired.

"Just had to right line." Said, again he wasn't lying.

"I still don't think you deserved four days detention for asking a question she didn't like. Its wrong and unfair." Hermione huffed as they entered the hall.

"Thanks 'Mione, but its only one more day, I will be fine ." Harry said as they sat down.

The Great Hall was mostly empty, since it was still so early and breakfast had just been served as they walked in. Harry looked around to see if Draco was there yet, but it was a lost cause since the blonde didn't wake up this early. So Harry just poured himself some tea and buttered some toast, putting kippers and eggs on his plate, and talking to his friend beside him.