Old Habits Complicate New Ones (a Drarry fanfic) [Discont. Again]

Delicate

Harry came flying through the Gryffindor common room and up to his bedroom. Ron followed after with a nudge from his girlfriend.

Harry was just sitting on the edge of his bed, silent, angry tears streaming down his face. He twirled his wand between his fingers.

"Harry... What uhm... What happened?" Ron asked shyly.

"Someone is hurting Draco because of me," he said between shallow breaths.

"What do you mean?" The red-headed boy asked, shifting his feet in an almost uncomfortable way.

"Draco is in the infirmary, close to fucking dead, because of me!" Harry yelled, standing.

"But you didn't do it, right?"

"No, of course not," Harry said, his face screwing up into deep thought. "It was a Ravenclaw boy... I can't remember his name... Damn it!" He slammed his fist against the wall.

"Harry, please just calm down," Ron said, grabbing the boys arm before he could do anything more. "Hermione and I are here to help you, mate. Should I bring her up?" Harry shook his head.

"I'll come down. We shouldn't bring her up more than we need to," Harry said. His breathing was still a little rough, but otherwise he seemed okay. His face was red from the crying, which was the only give away.

The two boys went down to see Hermione. She suggested they talk in the hall so they don't get spied on by their classmates.

"So, Harry, do you know what the boy looks like?"

"Hot me," he said shortly.

"Harry."

"Black hair, very curly. Shockingly blue eyes... Mystic really. He's short, too, shorter than me. He's a Ravenclaw. I think he's a third or fourth year, too, which is the worst part," Harry said. He seemed sad to explain the boy's looks. Because he really did seem almost like a better looking Harry.

"How is that bad?" Hermione asked curiously, but it was clear she was up in her head trying to think of kids who had that description.

"He's at least a year younger than Draco, who's strong and should be able to defend himself, but the kid beat him seconds within death," said Harry angrily.

"Someone else must've been part of this, too," Hermione said thoughtfully. Suddenly she blurted out, "Harry, do you still have the invisibility cloak?"

"Yeah, it's under my bed," he said, now curious what her plan was.

"Okay. To not look too suspicious, you two should finish your classes for today. Harry, you should see Draco tonight, though. Just be sure to eat. Now, let's go."

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Harry's classes still dragged on forever. He focused only slightly better, but he was still incredibly anxious. As soon as he was dismissed from his last class, he sprinted up to the Gryffindor house and took care if his books. He also changed into some comfier clothes, taking his wand with him. 

Harry left and headed straight for the hospital wing. When he arrived there wasn't anyone crowding Draco's bed. Nonetheless, Harry approached nervously.

When he got there he held his breath involuntarily. He was still shocked at the condition Draco was in. His broken bones had been set back into place, probably with magic, and the rash, which was left uncovered, seemed to have healed quite a bit from earlier this morning.

Harry carefully stepped around the bed and sat in the chair was was beside it. He felt afraid to touch the boy, worried that he would hurt him more. Very carefully, Harry picked up Draco's hand and held it, tracing tiny circles on it with his thumb. He sighed and looked away, trying badly not to cry.

He couldn't help but feel this was all his fault. He leaned down and kissed the soft skin of Draco's hand. When he drew back he realized that someone was coming near. He quickly and carefully put down the boy's hand.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?" Madame Pomfrey asked, her tone kinder than it was before

"Checking on him," he said softly. Pomfrey applied some orange liquid to the burn. Harry watched carefully.

"We know it wasn't you who did this," she said carefully, moving on to checking out the broken parts of his face.

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.

"Snape knew you couldn't have done it. 'Intuition' he said." After a small chuckle she continued, "And if you did do this, you probably wouldn't have pried so hard to be here with him, nor would you be holding his hand." Harry shyly took his hand away and tucked them both into his lap.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"No, dear, it's quite alright. Actually, could you lift the blanket and move it down. With me," she said, taking a hold of one corner. Harry stood and took his, and they folded it down in half. He could now better see some of the wounds. There were prominent scratches and a long bruise around his neck.

"When will he wake up?" Harry asked, still in terrible awe of the damage done.

"It's hard to say," she admitted, "but his body is taking the treatments very well and reacting fast. I say maybe a week?" Harry nodded and sat back down.

Two new sets of footsteps came into the room. As they came close, Harry saw that it was Snape and Dumbledore.

"Good evening, to the both of you," Dumbledore said in his ever polite voice. Snape nodded to Harry and greeted Pomfrey. "What condition is he in?" The older man asked.

"Due to wake within the week, I believe," Madame Pomfrey said. She took care of the small amount of medical things she had brought over and left.

Dumbledore and Snape talked amongst each other, the two of them checking various parts of Draco's body. Then they talked to Harry, asking if he knew anything about how this happened. He told them about the Ravenclaw boy and Hermione's conclusion that there had to be others.

Dumbledore promised that the people who did it would be expelled. And Harry was very fond of that.