Title: A Walk in the Dark.
Author: Lord Harlequinn Ezra Silverarrow.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry goes looking for his wand late one night and finds something, or someone, quite unexpected. Not as corny as it sounds. Ok, so maybe it is. Cut me some slack will ya?
Warning: Believe it or not, Harry and all of his friends are teenagers. Teenagers swear and talk about sex. Sometimes they even have sex. Consider that your warning. Oh yeah, and this fic contains SLASH, or more specifically, Draco/Harry. So by reading it you'll be sent to Hell, just like Harry Potter and all of his evil witchcraft-practising friends.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. are the property of J.K.Rowling. The plot, although not overly original, is essentially mine.
I've tried to keep the characters in character, but seriously, teenagers don't behave the way they are portrayed in the books. I think I would know, after all, I am one. So yeah, they may be a little foul mouthed and crude in my fic, but deep down they're the same old guys that we all know and love. Honest.
Ok, I'll shut up now. On with the story! Oh and please drop me a review! This is the first fic I've had the courage to post, so I could use the constructive criticism.
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"Dammit!" Harry cried in frustration, as he burst into the common room. "I can't find my stupid wand!"
"You mean you've lost it again?" Hermione asked unpleasantly.
"Yes, for your information, little miss perfect, I have. You haven't seen it have you?"
"No, sorry"
"Argh!" Harry cried in anguish. Then, addressing the whole common room, he said, "If anybody finds my wand, can you please tell me? Thanks."
"Lost it again, have we?" George drawled from his corner of the room.
"What are we going to do with you, my dear?" Fred added.
Harry merely gave the twins a dirty look, and headed back into his room, to have another look.
"Y'know, perhaps if you tidied up after yourself once in a while, you wouldn't always be having this problem, Harry" Hermione commented.
"No, it's much easier to look for my missing stuff once a week, then it is to have to worry about tidying up after myself all the time"
This comment was rewarded with snickering from the all of other students in the common room and an exasperated sigh from Hermione.
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Harry couldn't sleep, which wasn't unusual. Normally, however, he would cast a simple light spell, and read quietly in his bed. But tonight he didn't have his wand, so he was simply lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly, he remembered where he had left her wand. He had been using it in potions when he shouldn't have, when suddenly Snape had come over. In a panic, he had dropped his wand under the table, and continued fiddling with the potion. Snape had stood over him, watching him critically for a while, and by the time he had left, Harry had forgotten about his wand, and had walked off without it.
Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep until his wand was safe back in his hands, so he got out of bed and decided to go get it. Now was as good a time as any.
He slipped his robe over his red and gold Gryffindor boxers and old t- shirt; an ensemble that clashed horribly but was very comfortable to sleep in.
He considered waking Ron and telling him, but decided against it. Without a noise, he slipped out of the Dormitory.
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He was wandering around in the dungeons, trying to get his bearings in the darkened corridors. With a shock, he realised that he must have taken a wrong turn on the stairs in the dark, and he now had no idea where he was, owing to the fact that it was near impossible to see and that he had no wand with which to make light.
Just when he was starting to worry, he heard a sound behind him. Swirling around, he looked about for who or what was there.
Draco was leaning on the wall, arms folded across his bare chest. He was smiling wryly at Harry. "Lost, are we?" He asked in the mocking tone that he seemed to reserve for when addressing Harry.
"No"
"Well what are you doing down here? There's nothing down here that you ought concern yourself with. This here is Slytherin territory"
Harry looked the Slytherin in front of him over. He was wearing green and silver boxers and his robe. He was also wearing his trademark sneer that Harry was all too familiar with.
"Look, it's the middle of the night, and I am so not in the mood for playing these stupid little games with you. It's not that I don't want to grind you face into some rough asphalt; it's just that I really need to find my wand, and if I start a fight here, somebody is bound to hear."
"I'm insulted that you feel that way. Did it ever occur to you that I heard you wandering around and thought that you might require some assistance?"
"No. Besides, I need no assistance."
"Yes you do, you're lost."
"Am not"
"Ok, if you insist, I'll leave you to your own devices."
Harry panicked. He had to pretend that he knew where he was going. There was no way he was going to let Draco know that he was lost. So he chose a random path, and walked down it.
"Um...Harry"
Harry stopped suddenly. "Do my ears deceive me, or did you just address me by my actual name."
Draco gave him a dirty look, and replied nastily, "It was just to get your attention fuckwit. And now that I have it, I would like to inform you that you are lost. Not even somebody dim-witted as you would go that way if they knew what was there."
Harry felt his cheeks going red, but would die before admitting that he was lost. So he continued in his chosen direction.
"Wait!" Draco cried.
Harry ignored him and kept walking. He turned a corner and, without warning, out jumped Miss Norris, the cat from hell. Harry stifled a cry as the evil cat clawed at his leg and jumped up onto his waist, scratching him through his clothes.
Harry managed to shove the cat off, only to hear Mr. Filch running down the corridor yelling at him.
"Who!? Who is it Miss Norris!? Don't let those nasty children escape!"
Harry looked around wildly for a place to run. He took a few steps backwards and stumbled into, unexpectedly, Draco's arms. He then felt herself been half carried, half dragged into a nearby classroom.
Draco silently closed the door and locked it. He then dragged Harry over to a dark corner of the room and the two of them stood there in silence, Harry still being roughly held by Draco. The two of them stood perfectly still, neither daring to move and both hoping that Filch wouldn't look in the door and see them.
After what seemed an eternity, Filch's footsteps died away down the corridor. Harry opened his mouth to express his relief, but all that escaped was the smallest of squeaks before Draco clamped one of his hands over his mouth. He mumbled a cry of protest and then silenced himself when he strained his ears and heard Miss Norris scratching at the door.
The two stood in the darkness waiting for Miss Norris to leave. It was not long before they heard Filch calling out to Miss Norris and the cursed cat finally left.
The two breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their bodies. Draco, however, still hadn't released Harry from his arms, nor moved his hand away from his mouth. Instead, he leant down and whispered into his ear.
"So, are you brain dead, or do you get a kick out of risking death and expulsion?"
Harry tried to mumble a reply, but was unable to, due to Draco's hand which was still firmly clamped over his mouth.
"Do realise how close we were to being caught just then? Words of advice, Harry dear, next time you find yourself lost, try to go back the way you came, don't walk down random corridors. You never know who or what you'll run into".
A muffled protest escaped Harry's lips.
Draco gave a dry laugh. "And yes, believe it or not, there are things worse than me that you could run into down here".
Suddenly, Harry bit deeply into Draco's finger.
"Fuck!" Draco hissed as he drew his hand away from Harry's mouth.
Harry turned around to face Draco. He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed at a loss as to what exactly he should say.
"Oh, here it comes. Your going to convince me that you really weren't lost and that you meant to go that way all along, aren't you? Perhaps before you say anything you should swallow your stubbornness and think. Yes, think, do you feel that you can handle that?"
Harry stood gritting his teeth and racking his brain trying to come up with a comeback.
"Well? Where's you snot nosed comeback? Hmm? Why aren't you defending yourself?"
"Okiadmitthatiwaslostandimsorryandthankyouforhelpingmebutifyouevertellanybod yaboutthisisweariwilltearyoulimbfromlimb**." Harry gushed, in the process blushing a deep red, a rarity for him.
Draco gave a wry laugh. "Would you remind repeating that dear?"
Harry, still blushing, wouldn't say anything more.
Suddenly Draco's facial expression turned around, and his mocking look was replaced by one of great concern. "Lumos" he said in a hushed voice, pulling his wand out of his robe.
In the dim light, Harry looked down at himself only to find that he was covered in blood.
Draco set his wand down on a desk and rushed forward towards Harry. "Shit" he muttered. "Shit, shit, shit"
"Geez, it's just a bit of blood."
"No. It's a lot of blood you stupid git."
"I'll be fine."
"Oh, of course you will." Draco's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You'll just pop on over to Madam Pomfrey's and ask her to fix you up. And you'll tell her, 'I was wandering around the corridors by myself late at night when I went down a corridor that was out of bounds and ran into Mrs. Norris.' Yup, and then Filch will hear about it, but he won't mind, will he? No, of course not."
"All right already. Goddamn, you really get a kick out of being a dick, don't you?"
"Look, you are covered with blood and you can't go anywhere like that because somebody is going to see you. And once it is discovered that you have been wandering around late at night, it won't be long before you tell them that I was with you."
Harry looked deeply offended. "As big a dick as you are, I wouldn't tell on you. I'm not that shallow."
"Look, let's just clear up this mess and get you back to bed, shall we?"
"Get me back to bed?"
"Well you're not going to be able to get there yourself, are you? You're lost, remember?"
Harry hung his head and mumbled a reply.
"Pardon? I didn't quite catch that."
Harry glared at him. "You weren't meant to."
"Go sit on that table."
"You can't tell me what to do."
"I believe I just did."
"Fine, you can tell me what to do, but you can't make me do anything."
"Immobilus"
Harry couldn't move. He felt limp, as though he was being suspended by a set of strings. 'Damn it!' He tried to cry out, but was unable to.
Draco strode up to him, and strong hands gripped his arms, guiding him towards a table. Unexpectedly gently, he was set down on the tabletop.
He still could breath, think and look around, but there his abilities ended. He could do nothing more but glare daggers at Draco and wait to be released from whatever creepy spell Draco had put on him. He almost felt like laughing, so ridiculous was his situation. Here he was in the middle of the night in an empty classroom with a sadistic maniac who was fluent in unheard of evil spells. And to top it off, he was in a hell of a lot of pain and was at said sadistic maniacs mercy.
Draco's need to laugh was apparent too. Here he was in the middle of the night in an empty classroom with a boy so pale it was scary, having to immobilise him to stop him from running back to his dorm and bleed to death in the process. The funny part being that, until now, if he had pictured himself in this situation he would have simply left him to his own devices and let him bleed if he was stupid enough to get cut in the first place.
Draco looked Harry over. His legs were the worst part, with deep gashes running down them. Draco was at a loss as to what he could do to stop the blood. He ran over countless spells in his head, searching for one that could help. Suddenly, he remembered one he had seen his father use, long ago.
Lucius had come home one day covered in blood. Now, it wasn't unusual for him to come home in such a state, as he often got into fights, yet that particular time it had being particularly bad. He remembered his mother almost in hysterics; such was the sight of so much blood. Yet his father had merely sat down and asked Draco's mother to cast a simple spell on him, and the blood seemed to disappear. How convenient such a spell would be now, if only he could remember it.
"Release me...dick...head...."
Draco stared in shock at Harry. Was it possible? He asked himself.
"Spell...I know..."
Harry was fighting the spell. Any normal boy at Harry's wizarding level would never have been able to do such a thing.
"Release.spell.know."
Draco couldn't catch what Harry was trying to say and decided to release the spell, if only for a little while. "Immobilum!"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the spell been lifted. "You dick." He seethed.
"Yes, my dear, but had I not put that wonderfully simple spell on you, you would have run away and bled to death in the process, and we can't have that, now can we?"
"I know a spell."
"I'm very pleased for you Harry dear. I know many spells too. In fact, I think the whole reason we come to this school is to learn spells" Draco said, rolling his eyes.
Harry sighed. "I mean, I know a spell that will stop the bleeding. But...I...uh, need you to cast it. You see, somebody can't cast it on themselves"
Draco laughed. "Why, you seem to be needing my assistance quite a lot tonight."
Harry just ignored this and continued "I saw Madam Pomfrey use it on me that time I fell off my broomstick and cut myself when I landed in a tree. She took my wand and tapped my chest with it three times, then she said...um..." Harry bit his lip in a look of deep concentration as he tried to remember the spell.
"Haemophilium" Draco muttered to himself.
"Yeah, that's it" Harry said excitedly. "How'd you know?"
"I've seen my dad use it before" Draco said darkly. "Now that we have worked out the spell, Harry dear, how do you propose that we cast it?"
"Why we just get my wand and...Oh" Harry's face fell when he remembered that he was yet to find his wand.
Draco's face softened as he looked at Harry's crestfallen expression. Harry looked like an abandoned puppy, unbearably cute, yet still a little rough around the edges. His glasses magnifying his eyes only helped to add to the illusion.
"Draco?" Harry asked in confusion, as Draco stood staring at him intently.
Draco was suddenly snapped back to reality and in an effort to convince himself that he hadn't just thought those sappy things about Harry, he sneered, "Since when did we get on a first name basis, Potter?"
"Yeah, whatever Malfoy. I've gotta go find my wand." And with this Harry slid off the table with a wince, only to feel himself been shoved back onto it.
"You're not going anywhere. You'll bleed all over the place. I have a wand. We'll use mine. Now sit still so we can get this over and done with and I can go and get some sleep."
"I'm not stopping you from getting your sleep." Harry muttered defensively.
"I'm not leaving you here to get found in the morning lying dead on the floor in a pool of your own blood. Besides, now you'll owe me big time."
"Ah, of course, and by breakfast everybody in the school is going to know that Malfoy saved poor Potter's life. Fuck you Malfoy."
"Yeah, I know you'd love too, Harry dear, but you're not my type" Draco said with a grin, just to get under Harry's skin.
Harry gritted his teeth. "Cast the fucking spell so we can both get back to fucking bed."
"What's the magic word?" Draco asked sweetly.
"Haemophilium" Harry muttered.
Draco laughed. "No, the other magic word, Harry dear. Where are your manners?"
"I hate you so much"
"I'm not hearing the magic word..."
Harry sighed. "Please. Could you please cast the fucking spell so that we can both get back to fucking bed"
Draco grinned. "Well, seeming as how you asked so nicely, I suppose I'll have to comply"
"I hate you so much"
"I know. I hate you too, Harry dear"
TBC
** "Ok, I admit that I was lost and I'm sorry and thank you for helping me but if you ever tell anybody about this I swear I will tear you limb from limb." (A/N That was just for those who couldn't be bothered working out what Harry was trying to say)
Well...there we have it...chapter one. There's more to come! I've written chapter two and I'm in the process of editing it. Hehe, much editing is required because grammar is not my forte, as you may have gathered from reading my fic. So yeah, I hope you liked it. And if you didn't, well, yeah, nobody made you read it, did they?
Reviews are appreciated; as this is the first fic I've dared post on ff.net.
Author: Lord Harlequinn Ezra Silverarrow.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry goes looking for his wand late one night and finds something, or someone, quite unexpected. Not as corny as it sounds. Ok, so maybe it is. Cut me some slack will ya?
Warning: Believe it or not, Harry and all of his friends are teenagers. Teenagers swear and talk about sex. Sometimes they even have sex. Consider that your warning. Oh yeah, and this fic contains SLASH, or more specifically, Draco/Harry. So by reading it you'll be sent to Hell, just like Harry Potter and all of his evil witchcraft-practising friends.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. are the property of J.K.Rowling. The plot, although not overly original, is essentially mine.
I've tried to keep the characters in character, but seriously, teenagers don't behave the way they are portrayed in the books. I think I would know, after all, I am one. So yeah, they may be a little foul mouthed and crude in my fic, but deep down they're the same old guys that we all know and love. Honest.
Ok, I'll shut up now. On with the story! Oh and please drop me a review! This is the first fic I've had the courage to post, so I could use the constructive criticism.
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"Dammit!" Harry cried in frustration, as he burst into the common room. "I can't find my stupid wand!"
"You mean you've lost it again?" Hermione asked unpleasantly.
"Yes, for your information, little miss perfect, I have. You haven't seen it have you?"
"No, sorry"
"Argh!" Harry cried in anguish. Then, addressing the whole common room, he said, "If anybody finds my wand, can you please tell me? Thanks."
"Lost it again, have we?" George drawled from his corner of the room.
"What are we going to do with you, my dear?" Fred added.
Harry merely gave the twins a dirty look, and headed back into his room, to have another look.
"Y'know, perhaps if you tidied up after yourself once in a while, you wouldn't always be having this problem, Harry" Hermione commented.
"No, it's much easier to look for my missing stuff once a week, then it is to have to worry about tidying up after myself all the time"
This comment was rewarded with snickering from the all of other students in the common room and an exasperated sigh from Hermione.
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Harry couldn't sleep, which wasn't unusual. Normally, however, he would cast a simple light spell, and read quietly in his bed. But tonight he didn't have his wand, so he was simply lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Suddenly, he remembered where he had left her wand. He had been using it in potions when he shouldn't have, when suddenly Snape had come over. In a panic, he had dropped his wand under the table, and continued fiddling with the potion. Snape had stood over him, watching him critically for a while, and by the time he had left, Harry had forgotten about his wand, and had walked off without it.
Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep until his wand was safe back in his hands, so he got out of bed and decided to go get it. Now was as good a time as any.
He slipped his robe over his red and gold Gryffindor boxers and old t- shirt; an ensemble that clashed horribly but was very comfortable to sleep in.
He considered waking Ron and telling him, but decided against it. Without a noise, he slipped out of the Dormitory.
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He was wandering around in the dungeons, trying to get his bearings in the darkened corridors. With a shock, he realised that he must have taken a wrong turn on the stairs in the dark, and he now had no idea where he was, owing to the fact that it was near impossible to see and that he had no wand with which to make light.
Just when he was starting to worry, he heard a sound behind him. Swirling around, he looked about for who or what was there.
Draco was leaning on the wall, arms folded across his bare chest. He was smiling wryly at Harry. "Lost, are we?" He asked in the mocking tone that he seemed to reserve for when addressing Harry.
"No"
"Well what are you doing down here? There's nothing down here that you ought concern yourself with. This here is Slytherin territory"
Harry looked the Slytherin in front of him over. He was wearing green and silver boxers and his robe. He was also wearing his trademark sneer that Harry was all too familiar with.
"Look, it's the middle of the night, and I am so not in the mood for playing these stupid little games with you. It's not that I don't want to grind you face into some rough asphalt; it's just that I really need to find my wand, and if I start a fight here, somebody is bound to hear."
"I'm insulted that you feel that way. Did it ever occur to you that I heard you wandering around and thought that you might require some assistance?"
"No. Besides, I need no assistance."
"Yes you do, you're lost."
"Am not"
"Ok, if you insist, I'll leave you to your own devices."
Harry panicked. He had to pretend that he knew where he was going. There was no way he was going to let Draco know that he was lost. So he chose a random path, and walked down it.
"Um...Harry"
Harry stopped suddenly. "Do my ears deceive me, or did you just address me by my actual name."
Draco gave him a dirty look, and replied nastily, "It was just to get your attention fuckwit. And now that I have it, I would like to inform you that you are lost. Not even somebody dim-witted as you would go that way if they knew what was there."
Harry felt his cheeks going red, but would die before admitting that he was lost. So he continued in his chosen direction.
"Wait!" Draco cried.
Harry ignored him and kept walking. He turned a corner and, without warning, out jumped Miss Norris, the cat from hell. Harry stifled a cry as the evil cat clawed at his leg and jumped up onto his waist, scratching him through his clothes.
Harry managed to shove the cat off, only to hear Mr. Filch running down the corridor yelling at him.
"Who!? Who is it Miss Norris!? Don't let those nasty children escape!"
Harry looked around wildly for a place to run. He took a few steps backwards and stumbled into, unexpectedly, Draco's arms. He then felt herself been half carried, half dragged into a nearby classroom.
Draco silently closed the door and locked it. He then dragged Harry over to a dark corner of the room and the two of them stood there in silence, Harry still being roughly held by Draco. The two of them stood perfectly still, neither daring to move and both hoping that Filch wouldn't look in the door and see them.
After what seemed an eternity, Filch's footsteps died away down the corridor. Harry opened his mouth to express his relief, but all that escaped was the smallest of squeaks before Draco clamped one of his hands over his mouth. He mumbled a cry of protest and then silenced himself when he strained his ears and heard Miss Norris scratching at the door.
The two stood in the darkness waiting for Miss Norris to leave. It was not long before they heard Filch calling out to Miss Norris and the cursed cat finally left.
The two breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their bodies. Draco, however, still hadn't released Harry from his arms, nor moved his hand away from his mouth. Instead, he leant down and whispered into his ear.
"So, are you brain dead, or do you get a kick out of risking death and expulsion?"
Harry tried to mumble a reply, but was unable to, due to Draco's hand which was still firmly clamped over his mouth.
"Do realise how close we were to being caught just then? Words of advice, Harry dear, next time you find yourself lost, try to go back the way you came, don't walk down random corridors. You never know who or what you'll run into".
A muffled protest escaped Harry's lips.
Draco gave a dry laugh. "And yes, believe it or not, there are things worse than me that you could run into down here".
Suddenly, Harry bit deeply into Draco's finger.
"Fuck!" Draco hissed as he drew his hand away from Harry's mouth.
Harry turned around to face Draco. He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed at a loss as to what exactly he should say.
"Oh, here it comes. Your going to convince me that you really weren't lost and that you meant to go that way all along, aren't you? Perhaps before you say anything you should swallow your stubbornness and think. Yes, think, do you feel that you can handle that?"
Harry stood gritting his teeth and racking his brain trying to come up with a comeback.
"Well? Where's you snot nosed comeback? Hmm? Why aren't you defending yourself?"
"Okiadmitthatiwaslostandimsorryandthankyouforhelpingmebutifyouevertellanybod yaboutthisisweariwilltearyoulimbfromlimb**." Harry gushed, in the process blushing a deep red, a rarity for him.
Draco gave a wry laugh. "Would you remind repeating that dear?"
Harry, still blushing, wouldn't say anything more.
Suddenly Draco's facial expression turned around, and his mocking look was replaced by one of great concern. "Lumos" he said in a hushed voice, pulling his wand out of his robe.
In the dim light, Harry looked down at himself only to find that he was covered in blood.
Draco set his wand down on a desk and rushed forward towards Harry. "Shit" he muttered. "Shit, shit, shit"
"Geez, it's just a bit of blood."
"No. It's a lot of blood you stupid git."
"I'll be fine."
"Oh, of course you will." Draco's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You'll just pop on over to Madam Pomfrey's and ask her to fix you up. And you'll tell her, 'I was wandering around the corridors by myself late at night when I went down a corridor that was out of bounds and ran into Mrs. Norris.' Yup, and then Filch will hear about it, but he won't mind, will he? No, of course not."
"All right already. Goddamn, you really get a kick out of being a dick, don't you?"
"Look, you are covered with blood and you can't go anywhere like that because somebody is going to see you. And once it is discovered that you have been wandering around late at night, it won't be long before you tell them that I was with you."
Harry looked deeply offended. "As big a dick as you are, I wouldn't tell on you. I'm not that shallow."
"Look, let's just clear up this mess and get you back to bed, shall we?"
"Get me back to bed?"
"Well you're not going to be able to get there yourself, are you? You're lost, remember?"
Harry hung his head and mumbled a reply.
"Pardon? I didn't quite catch that."
Harry glared at him. "You weren't meant to."
"Go sit on that table."
"You can't tell me what to do."
"I believe I just did."
"Fine, you can tell me what to do, but you can't make me do anything."
"Immobilus"
Harry couldn't move. He felt limp, as though he was being suspended by a set of strings. 'Damn it!' He tried to cry out, but was unable to.
Draco strode up to him, and strong hands gripped his arms, guiding him towards a table. Unexpectedly gently, he was set down on the tabletop.
He still could breath, think and look around, but there his abilities ended. He could do nothing more but glare daggers at Draco and wait to be released from whatever creepy spell Draco had put on him. He almost felt like laughing, so ridiculous was his situation. Here he was in the middle of the night in an empty classroom with a sadistic maniac who was fluent in unheard of evil spells. And to top it off, he was in a hell of a lot of pain and was at said sadistic maniacs mercy.
Draco's need to laugh was apparent too. Here he was in the middle of the night in an empty classroom with a boy so pale it was scary, having to immobilise him to stop him from running back to his dorm and bleed to death in the process. The funny part being that, until now, if he had pictured himself in this situation he would have simply left him to his own devices and let him bleed if he was stupid enough to get cut in the first place.
Draco looked Harry over. His legs were the worst part, with deep gashes running down them. Draco was at a loss as to what he could do to stop the blood. He ran over countless spells in his head, searching for one that could help. Suddenly, he remembered one he had seen his father use, long ago.
Lucius had come home one day covered in blood. Now, it wasn't unusual for him to come home in such a state, as he often got into fights, yet that particular time it had being particularly bad. He remembered his mother almost in hysterics; such was the sight of so much blood. Yet his father had merely sat down and asked Draco's mother to cast a simple spell on him, and the blood seemed to disappear. How convenient such a spell would be now, if only he could remember it.
"Release me...dick...head...."
Draco stared in shock at Harry. Was it possible? He asked himself.
"Spell...I know..."
Harry was fighting the spell. Any normal boy at Harry's wizarding level would never have been able to do such a thing.
"Release.spell.know."
Draco couldn't catch what Harry was trying to say and decided to release the spell, if only for a little while. "Immobilum!"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the spell been lifted. "You dick." He seethed.
"Yes, my dear, but had I not put that wonderfully simple spell on you, you would have run away and bled to death in the process, and we can't have that, now can we?"
"I know a spell."
"I'm very pleased for you Harry dear. I know many spells too. In fact, I think the whole reason we come to this school is to learn spells" Draco said, rolling his eyes.
Harry sighed. "I mean, I know a spell that will stop the bleeding. But...I...uh, need you to cast it. You see, somebody can't cast it on themselves"
Draco laughed. "Why, you seem to be needing my assistance quite a lot tonight."
Harry just ignored this and continued "I saw Madam Pomfrey use it on me that time I fell off my broomstick and cut myself when I landed in a tree. She took my wand and tapped my chest with it three times, then she said...um..." Harry bit his lip in a look of deep concentration as he tried to remember the spell.
"Haemophilium" Draco muttered to himself.
"Yeah, that's it" Harry said excitedly. "How'd you know?"
"I've seen my dad use it before" Draco said darkly. "Now that we have worked out the spell, Harry dear, how do you propose that we cast it?"
"Why we just get my wand and...Oh" Harry's face fell when he remembered that he was yet to find his wand.
Draco's face softened as he looked at Harry's crestfallen expression. Harry looked like an abandoned puppy, unbearably cute, yet still a little rough around the edges. His glasses magnifying his eyes only helped to add to the illusion.
"Draco?" Harry asked in confusion, as Draco stood staring at him intently.
Draco was suddenly snapped back to reality and in an effort to convince himself that he hadn't just thought those sappy things about Harry, he sneered, "Since when did we get on a first name basis, Potter?"
"Yeah, whatever Malfoy. I've gotta go find my wand." And with this Harry slid off the table with a wince, only to feel himself been shoved back onto it.
"You're not going anywhere. You'll bleed all over the place. I have a wand. We'll use mine. Now sit still so we can get this over and done with and I can go and get some sleep."
"I'm not stopping you from getting your sleep." Harry muttered defensively.
"I'm not leaving you here to get found in the morning lying dead on the floor in a pool of your own blood. Besides, now you'll owe me big time."
"Ah, of course, and by breakfast everybody in the school is going to know that Malfoy saved poor Potter's life. Fuck you Malfoy."
"Yeah, I know you'd love too, Harry dear, but you're not my type" Draco said with a grin, just to get under Harry's skin.
Harry gritted his teeth. "Cast the fucking spell so we can both get back to fucking bed."
"What's the magic word?" Draco asked sweetly.
"Haemophilium" Harry muttered.
Draco laughed. "No, the other magic word, Harry dear. Where are your manners?"
"I hate you so much"
"I'm not hearing the magic word..."
Harry sighed. "Please. Could you please cast the fucking spell so that we can both get back to fucking bed"
Draco grinned. "Well, seeming as how you asked so nicely, I suppose I'll have to comply"
"I hate you so much"
"I know. I hate you too, Harry dear"
TBC
** "Ok, I admit that I was lost and I'm sorry and thank you for helping me but if you ever tell anybody about this I swear I will tear you limb from limb." (A/N That was just for those who couldn't be bothered working out what Harry was trying to say)
Well...there we have it...chapter one. There's more to come! I've written chapter two and I'm in the process of editing it. Hehe, much editing is required because grammar is not my forte, as you may have gathered from reading my fic. So yeah, I hope you liked it. And if you didn't, well, yeah, nobody made you read it, did they?
Reviews are appreciated; as this is the first fic I've dared post on ff.net.