Toxic Crush

~45~

The curse hit him, and Draco collapsed on the floor; completely unconscious.

Huge deep gashes formed along his upper body, and blood was spilling out from them at such a rate that the water covering the entire bathroom floor was stained pink.

He was incredibly pale; thick, crimson blood contrasting with his white skin like he was a corpse.

Clara dove over to him, helplessly trying to stop the bleeding.

"FUCKING HELP ME." She spluttered, looking up at Harry who had a look of deep regret on his face. "HELP ME!!"

He didn't move.

She turned back to the unconscious boy and started to weep, her vision clouded as she pleaded to nobody for help.

Harry had left, and she was alone.

She screamed for anyone to help her, but her voice was horse- and no one could hear.

After what felt like an eternity someone entered the bathroom, but it was just a student. Her heart stopped when she discovered it was Marcus.

He took one look at her and instantly dropped his cocky facade, dropping to his knees and placing pressure over Draco's abdomen where the deepest cut was.

"What the hell happened?" He asked hurriedly, pulling out his wand.

"I don't know." She sobbed. "He was cursed, a-and he-"

"What the fuck..."

Marcus had jumped up and was backing away with fear in his eyes.

Clara looked up at him through her tears. "What?!"

"His arm. Oh my god, his arm."

Her eyes drifted over to the dark mark on Draco's left arm and she swore.

"Marcus. You need to listen to me-"

"No fucking way. No fucking way."

"Marcus. Marcus please..."

He turned to leave the bathroom, but bumped straight into none other than professor Snape. Harry must have told him what happened.

"Belby. You will not tell anyone what you just saw." He said coolly.

"But... He's a-"

Snape pulled out his wand and brandished it around his chest. "Do you understand me?"

"But professor..."

The professor gave him a look so cold it made the hairs on the back of Clara's neck raise. "Do you understand?" He asked, over pronouncing each word.

Marcus nodded dumbly and ran out of the bathroom.

Clara stared at Snape- dumbfounded by his actions- but before she could ask any questions Draco slipped back into consciousness, and he began to scream.

Snape cast some charms around the bathroom to hide them and Clara placed her hands against his cheeks in an attempt to calm him down, but she shivered at how cold his skin was.

Snape lowered himself to his knees and began to murmur an incantation that Clara had never heard before, it made Draco scream even louder, and it seemed to be making him worse.

Not thinking straight, Clara used all of her remaining energy to force Snape off Draco and to throw herself over him to protect him. Snape was going to kill him.

Her attempts were futile, and Snape merely flicked his wand and pushed her to the corner of the room before going back to healing Draco; who was slipping in and out of consciousness, his face contorting and relaxing with each wave of pain.