Drarry One-Shots

True Love Touch - Part 1

Summary: "The curse was quite forward in its intent, Harry had to give it credit for that, not that it was a particularly good thing. Truly a great thing to be cursed with if one was painfully single and painfully not in love with anyone."

Or, the one where Harry is cursed with a love spell and Draco doesn't get any sleep.

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Harry stared at the black and blue bruises all over his arms. He didn't need to see the ones on his back to know where they were. They hurt as he turned on his bed, the fabric brushing against them making little prickles of pain run up and down his body.

The door had been closed not too long ago, his roommates leaving for their classes. Classes that Harry didn't think he would ever miss until he had been forced out of them. Forbidden from leaving his room, fear for his health speaking louder than anything else.
He hadn't been too concerned when the bruises had started appearing, he had connected it to being clumsy and hurting himself on accident. No one had been concerned at first. But then the bruises kept appearing.

They appeared so quickly that they started overlapping each other, old one not having enough time to fade before new ones emerged. There was only so much that could be linked to his clumsiness. The array of bruises on his arms, his wrists coloured purple, his bruised back that had scared Ron quite a bit when Harry had taken his shirt off one night; those couldn't be because of clumsiness.

Hermione had made him go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as she caught sight of how bad it was. There had been worry laced in her eyes as she stared at him, looking over his bruises and fussing around, mumbling about spells and medical treatments.

Madam Pomfrey had also been in a state as soon as she had laid eyes on him.

"Oh, dear," she had said and had run out of the room before they could say anything.

Harry had been torn between feeling confused and scared. He had been at the hospital wing a fair amount of times and he had never seen Madam Pomfrey acting like this. He had never seen her lose her cool when faced with one of his many injuries over the years. But the way she had acted this time, the staring open-mouthed at him, the fumbling for words before giving up on them and rushing out of the room. It was different.

It had been quite scary. The bruises hadn't seemed worse than some of the problems Harry had had growing up at Hogwarts, so to see her like that, it had made his nerves skyrocket.

Hermione had paced around the infirmary as they waited while Ron had sat on the chair next to Harry's bed, staring ahead. Harry had felt like biting his nails. The silence that had engulfed the room had been suffocating and he hadn't known how to deal with it. It had made his mind run laps and pick up possibilities and the idea of terrible outcomes on its way.

When Madam Pomfrey had finally come back to the room, she was accompanied by McGonagall, Slughorn and Flitwick. Seeing the band that had arrived at the room had not done anything to calm Harry's mind.

His mind had been right to be worried. The news they had gotten hadn't been great, they had been quite terrible, really. The professors had asked question after question, questions that Harry hadn't been able to properly answer. He hadn't known exactly when the bruises had started to appear since he hadn't paid them any mind at the beginning. He hadn't known how long any of it had been going on, he hadn't even known it had been going on.

McGonagall had summoned a chair and had sat in front of Harry. Her eyes were deep-set and worried and Harry just wished someone, anyone, would tell him what was going on.