To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-seven

Pain. That was the first thing Harry felt as he awoke in his bed, searing pain in his arm. "Fuck," He murmured, sitting up. As though he expected Draco to be there he looked to his side, but no sign of the cute blonde as there.

"Harry!" A small voice squeaked from the side he didn't look on.

"Hermione," Harry smiled sadly as Hermione stood next to him, holding a cup of tea. "What happened? I can't remember-" he looked at his arm. "Oh. Of course."

"Harry- I found you in your bathroom, doing, well, you know. I was walking by with Pans and I heard screaming," She cried, hugging Harry, setting the teacup on the table.

"'Mione," Harry sniffled. "I don't know what's wrong, but It's almost like... I miss him."

She smiled sadly. "I know. Are you okay?" She asked. "I didn't want to tell anyone about, well, that Malfoy is an unregistered animagus, so I just took care of you here... I hope you don't mind?"

"No Hermione, thanks. And I don't know, I think I'm fine?"

"Okay. Oh, um, Pansy is down in the common room, sorry about that."

"No problem. Wait, 'mione, do you think you could ask her to come up here?" Harry asked, frowning at a thought.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Alone?" She asked, nodding as Harry whispered a small agreement. "I'll be back." She let go of him after the long hug and squeezed his hand reassuringly, looking at him sadly before running down.

"Are you okay P- Harry?" Pansy asked, rushing in, sitting on the bed next to him. "I mean- if it's okay to call you Harry?" She fidgeted nervously.

"Yes, Pans, you've done it before, no need for pity," He mumbled.

"Sorry. You probably have a question since you sent for me, but I was wondering, did Draco actually call you a fag?" She asked intently, gripping her hands on the side of the mattress so tightly you could see her white knuckles.

"Y- yes," He whimpered, his anger and hurt prominent in his one word.

Pansy, surprisingly, pulled him into a light hug. "Maybe he doesn't accept you, but just know me and 'mione are here for you, okay?" She told him.

Harry nodded as she pulled away. "T- thanks. Um, I was wondering, how did Malfoy react when you told him you were gay?" He asked nervously.

"Much easier than you." She sighed. "I just told him, he was a but weirded out, but then he just acted like nothing happened, even said congrats."

"Oh." Harry looked at his lap glassy-eyed. "Okay. Thanks Pansy." He whispered sadly.

"Yeah, of course. Uhm, Dumbledore told us to stay here for the night, is that- is that okay?" She asked. "In the other room? He was kind of, uh, scared and worried." She whispered.

"Yeah, that's Dumbledore." He looked at his scarred arm painfully. "And I didnt deven know we had a second room, but yeah, of course." He smiled tentatively, laying back down with a wince.

* * *

Why did I say that? I just ruined Harry's life... how could I... Draco sat, slumped up against the couch, tears streaming from his now dull grey eyes. His white fur no longer had the silver glint it had, and his paws and nose were a grayish color rather than the baby pink it used to be. Now he's in his room, doing who knows what to himself, I can't just walk up there and hug him.

His tail flicked around sadly as lay, now sobbing and shaking.

"Fuck you Draco."

He looked up and saw Pansy, glaring at him, hands on her hips. He just squeaked sadly and turned around so his face was slammed into the soft couch, like he did to Harry's lap.

Pansy picked him up, not so delicately and practically threw him out of the portrait. "Don't fucking come back you bastard." The portrait slammed shut.

Draco deserved it, according to him, and everyone. Well, everyone that knew about it. Especially him. If he wanted to go back in, he would either have to wait for someone to go in or out, or he's have to go human and get flung back onto Harry suddenly like a magnet. Yeah, not doing that one. He thought sadly, hiding between two small pillars on the rail of the moving staircase. I could just jump, he store down the many, many floors as the stair moved. But I should at least apologize first. Why did I even call him that?

* * *

"Harry, you have lot's of homework," Hermione laughed.

"'Mione, we just did it all yesterday, what do you mean?" He groaned, facepalming. "How much homework can one get in a day? Oh no- 'mione, please don't tell me you used your time turned to get me more homework..."

"Harry, yesterday? Are you cr- right. Uh, its been a week since."

"A week?!"Harry yelled. "Well, at least I now only have a bit more than three weeks, then, Draco can be human without being practically handcuffed to me, so then I can murder him!" He smiled gleefully, still sad.

"Yeah, Harry. About that, maybe not? Teacher's will punish him, and we dont need you coming in and using your powerful sorcery to do more than murder." She laughed again.

"Fine."

"Anyways, It's almost din-"

"It's almost dinner?!" Harry exclaimed, jaw dropping.

"Yes... anyways, as I was saying before you interrupted, what do you want from dinner?"

"Do I have to eat?" Harry whined, then saw Hermione's stern look. "Um, I mean, I dunno, anything light? Like soup? Or something?"

"Okay. We'll be back in a bit!" She ran out.

A/N: Okay, that's enough, don't worry, next chapter there will be, uh, well, stuff? You know what I mean. (To the people who like smut, well, you can leave, I'm more of a fluff and angst person.)