A/N I am not JK Rowling and I do not own any of her characters, only the plot. I am just a poor high school senior who got a random idea for a story in English class. Don't sue me. You would only get maybe :: looks in pocket :: fifty cents and some pocket lint
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(Draco's POV)
His light blue shirt was dyed almost completely red with half-dried blood and was ripped, torn, and caked with dirt. He looked like he had been beaten senseless and left to die in the middle of nowhere. The young, raven haired man was laying prostrate on the side of the road when I drove up in my powder blue Porsche. I pulled over and got out to help him. I only knew he was alive because when I touched him he flinched and groaned in acute agony.
"What happened?" I asked, concerned about moving him.
He didn't answer, only moaned again. He shifted and I could see his face, it was horrific. It looked like someone with a lot of sharp rings had used his face as a speed bag. There were innumerable cuts and bruises on his face and both eyes were black and swollen shut. His front teeth were chipped and jagged; his lips bloody from cutting on them.
"Good God, what did you do to deserve this?" I asked, sickened by the mass of bloody meat that used to be his face.
"I was born." the man whispered before he lost consciousness.
(Three Days Later at a Local Hospital)
The young man's name was Harry Potter, a rather common name. But, what happened to this man was not common. The doctors say he has several broken ribs, two broken wrists, a fractured radius, a fractured cheek bone, minor internal bleeding, and a bruised lung…and it looked like he had been sodomized with some sort of blade. All in all he's lucky to be alive, if not from the minor injuries then from the major damage to his rectum and the severe blood loss.
As severe as those injuries were, he looked a lot better now. His face now looked like a face, not a piece of meat the butcher got too enthusiastic with. Both eyes were not less swollen and looked like they could actually open. The cuts had been treated and the bruises had faded. Now you could see he was actually a rather handsome man. 'Wait, why am I checking him out.' I mentally slap myself, but to no avail. I can't take my eyes off of him. 'I need to get out of here, this hospital is draining my brain.' I started to walk out of the hospital room when I heard a voice behind me.
"Please…don't…leave," Harry whispered laboriously. "You saved my life, and I don't even know your name"
I turn towards the hospital bed to see him sitting up slightly with a look of exhaustion and pain.
"Draco, my name is Draco. Now you should lay back down and I am going to get the nurse."
"No, I'm fine. Please, don't bother them with my inconsequential problems"
I just stare at him. He calls being beaten half to death and sodomized with a blade and then just left on the side of the road like some sort of garbage inconsequential? There is something wrong with him.
"Are you serious? Do you realize what happened to you? The damage done to your body?" I ask incredulously.
"Yes." He answered in a small voice.
"And you call this a small thing why?"
"I don't know…it's not that bad. I've been through worse. I can at least breathe this time."
"This time?!" I explode.
My raised voice must have caught the attention of the on duty nurse because she came in to see that the ruckus was about.
"Ah, I see your awake Harry." she said kindly.
"Hi Cheryl. How are your kids?" he asked conversationally.
"Wait, wait a minute. You two know each other?" I ask a little loudly, flabbergasted. The nurse just looks at me like I just farted in church as she puts a new bag of fluid in Harry's IV.
"Keep your voice down. There are other patients trying to sleep." Cheryl rebukes me. "And yes, Harry's in here every couple weeks. I keep browbeating him to press charges, or at least tell me who did this, but he never does it."
I round on Harry, too furious that I completely forget to be mad about being told off by some stranger. .
"EVERY COUPLE WEEKS?!" I roar, "what the fuck are you thinking?! Why do you go back to whoever does this? Why?"
"I have no where else to go" he answers timidly, obviously scared by my outburst.
"Don't you have family to take you in?"
"…They are my family. My only family." he answers, seemingly disgusted by the thought.
I stop, dumbstruck. His family did this to him? Why? The ever present question, why. I still feel this damned attraction to him and I couldn't stop myself from asking him to stay with me, despite the mental slaps I have been giving myself every time he takes a breath.
"I know we barely know each other, but I have a lot of extra space. You can stay with me" I asked, unsure whether I made the right choice. Would he be insulted, scared, disgusted, what?
"Yes, that sounds like a great plan. You can stay with Mr. Malfoy and get away from those nasty people." Cheryl chimes in.
Harry looks unsure, looking from me, to Cheryl, and back to me.
"Are you sure it would be alright? I don't want to impose."
Halfway through his protest he starts to look at his lap, embarrassed.
"I'm sure it would be fine. My parents are never home anyway. Always at some party or event. They would never even know your there. Even if they do ask, all I have to say is you're a guest of mine and that would be that. By the way, how old are you anyway?" Draco asks, having been wondering for the longest time. This boy doesn't look old enough to drive, let alone be alone in a big, impersonal hospital all alone.
"Eighteen. You?" he asks politely.
"Wow, you look a lot younger than eighteen. I thought you were like sixteen at first. Oh, and I'm nineteen. I just turned last month."
"I get that a lot. I'm just so small that people don't think I'm as old as I am. You'd never believe how many times I've been pulled over by cops who think I'm too young to drive. Happy belated birthday by the way."
I thank him with a smile and look towards Cheryl.
"Well, do you think we can bust him out of here? Or is he still to fragile?"
Harry harrumphs at being called fragile, but keeps his silence and looks towards Cheryl, also waiting for an answer. He doesn't seem to me a type of person to like to be bedridden. I laugh quietly at his antics as Cheryl starts to speak.
"Technically he's ready to go home. He's not on any machines and he can sit up, therefore he's well enough to be released into a caring home." She looks at me as she stresses the word caring. I just smirk at her, telling her she's preaching to the choir. She just glares at me and turns back to her patient.
"You be careful. If you ever come back to my ER again, I am going to beat you with a wet noodle."
Harry laughs and raises an eyebrow at her.
"A wet noodle huh? Well I will have to be careful then, so as to avoid getting whipped with wet foodstuffs." he snickers as he checks around his bed for his stuff and gathers it together. "Well I'm ready to get out of here, how about you Draco?"
"I was ready to get out of here ages ago." he scoffs as he helps Harry get into a wheelchair.
He snickers all the way through the checkout and to the car.
He looked suddenly thoughtful.
"Thank you for doing this for me. You don't have to, you know." he says, looking like he's done something wrong.
"Of course I don't have to, I don't have to do anything. I'm doing this because I want to. I barely know you, but I feel something drawing me to you, so I'm not going to argue so you shouldn't either."
He seems satisfied with this answer and we drive off into the dark, moonless, night.
A/N ::lets go pent up breath:: Finally done. The first chapter is done. 1383 words. The longest ANYTHING I have ever written. Now, tell me what you think. You think it has promise? Constructive criticism is welcomed, but flames will just feed my pyromaniac side and find themselves in the trash ::watches orange glow with fascination:: OH, SHIT!! THERE'S A BOTTLE OF LIGHTER FLUID IN THERE ::runs for the hills as the garbage can explodes::….I'm bored, leave me alone. LOL