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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author's Notes: See summary for warnings. Please do not read if you are under the age of 18. This story will not be terribly unique, but it's been floating around in my head, so I decided to write it. I have the next few chapters done and ready to go, so updates will be regular. I have a timeline worked out for this story, but there are still many chapter chapters that I need to fill in. So if any of you has an idea for something you would like to see my characters do or say, let me know and if it fits, I'll work it in. I especially love a snarky Draco, not one who becomes love-struck and falls into line. This story gets its name from a condition that Harry and Draco both suffer from, owing to their partial centaur ancestry. Has anyone else noticed that there are only male centaurs? Where do little centaurs come from? Keep reading to find out, but the answer will also explain how Draco ends up pregnant. Harry and Draco will both take on certain centaurian features in this story, but only in the reproductive areas. And now onto our story…

            Harry ran to catch up to Draco, but slowed down as he reached the bathroom door. He slowly opened it to find Draco standing at the sink with his head bent down and tears dripping down his face. He let out a sob, leaning his arms against the sink and burying his head in his arms, not noticing Harry’s entrance. Harry watched Draco cry for a minute, unsure what to do with himself. Part of him was sure Draco had given the necklace to Katie and almost killed her and that part of him wanted to make Draco pay. The other part of him hated to see Draco suffer and wanted to go to him and comfort him. At war with himself, he remained silent and slowly crept closer, but not too close. He stopped three feet away and waited. He didn’t know what he was waiting for; he was just waiting for something, anything, to let him know what to do.

            Draco was too lost in his own misery to notice Harry; he kept his head buried in his arms and cried, his sobs the only sound echoing off the walls. He couldn’t do this. He had one chance to please the Dark Lord and save his family and he was failing. His father would never get out of Azkaban now and his mother would probably be crucioed by the Dark Lord himself, that is, if the Dark Lord could even be bothered with torturing her and didn’t just kill her out right. Since she had not failed him herself, maybe he would have mercy on her and skip the torturing. But who was he kidding? The Dark Lord was not a merciful Lord and if Draco didn’t kill Dumbledore by the end of the year, his mother would pay the price and be tortured and then killed.

            “Mother; he’s got mother,” Draco murmured softly in between gasps of air as he continued to cry into his arms.

            Harry heard Malfoy and realized that he must be referring to Voldemort, but didn’t make a move or a sound, wanting to give Malfoy a chance to say more. He wanted to overhear more. He wanted more clues as to why Malfoy was having this breakdown in this bathroom. Maybe it had nothing to do with Katie. Maybe Malfoy hadn’t even noticed Katie was back, because he was so concerned about his mum. Maybe he had just received an owl with news of his mum and was struggling with how to handle it. Harry didn’t know what it was like to have a mum, but he certainly knew what it was like to miss having one thanks to Voldemort. From the sound of it, Malfoy would know what that felt like in the very near future and Harry could understand why that might lead his nemesis to breakdown crying in the boy’s bathroom. Maybe Malfoy spent all those nights in the room of requirement crying too. Or maybe he had some plan to save his mum that he had to keep secret from all of those Death Eater spawn in the Slytherin dorm. If word got out that Malfoy was acting against the Dark Lord…well that would most likely lead to a dead Malfoy turning up with a Dark Mark over his body.

            Harry didn’t want that to happen, but he needed more information before he could help. Malfoy would never give him that information willingly, so he decided to remain where he was and wait silently to see what else he might be able to overhear.

            Draco gasped for air as he thought about his mother. She was a good kind person whose only crime had been marrying his father. She wasn’t a Death Eater. She never killed or tortured muggles. She stayed at home and sang him lullabies and read him bedtime stories while his father was out Death Eating. He loved her dearly. She was the only person in this world who loved him unconditionally. She didn’t care if he didn’t really have a problem with muggle-borns or if he didn’t have the highest marks in the school or if he didn’t win every Quidditch match. Father loved him too, but there was always a price on that love; he had to be the best to earn his love, but not with mother. Mother would love him no matter how many dotty old professors he couldn’t kill. Mother didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle like this and used as leverage to ensure he carried through with his orders. He would do anything for her and that sick bugger knew it. He would find a way to kill Dumbledore and save his mother. He’d mend the blasted cabinet or die trying.

            But how could he mend that cabinet if he was kicked out of school? Draco let out another loud sob as he thought about his earlier fuck-up. Katie Bell was back and had probably told Potter all about Rosmerta giving her the necklace. Potter would go straight to Dumbledore, who would question Rosmerta, realize she was imperiused, and figured out that it was he who had done it. He’d be expelled by this time tomorrow. He’d be kicked out of school and taken directly to the Dark Lord, who would proceed immediately to torturing mother.

            No, if this was his last day at Hogwarts, then he had one last chance to fix that blasted cabinet and save mother. ‘Pull yourself together! You’re wasting valuable time,’ Draco thought to himself and he built up his resolve to give that cabinet one last go. He could just stay in the room of requirement until he succeeded and no one would be able to find him or pull him out of there until it was done! He sucked in a sob and looked up into the mirror to fix his face and saw- Potter.

            “Potter!” Draco exclaimed, turning around quickly, not knowing when Potter had gotten there or how much he had seen. But Potter had seen him crying and that was embarrassing, so his cheeks flamed red and he pulled out his wand.

            Malfoy was clearly in distress; that much was obvious to Harry in the several minutes he had been standing there watching him cry. But other than that tidbit about Voldemort having his mum, Malfoy hadn’t given out any clues. Harry didn’t know when Voldemort had taken Narcissa Malfoy or where he had her or what Malfoy thought was going to happen to her. He had his guess, which was rather morbid, but it was just a guess and Harry still didn’t know how best to help or quite what to do.

            “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” Harry said softly as he approached, hoping not to scare Malfoy away.

            At that moment, Harry wanted to comfort Malfoy, so he stepped forward slowly, with his hands up to show he wasn’t reaching for his wand. He got within a foot of his rival and reached a hand out to wipe away some of the tears from Malfoy’s face.

            Draco was confused and didn’t know what Harry was playing at. He was also embarrassed, especially now that Potter was wiping the tears away from his face. He was like a deer caught in headlights and not knowing what to do, he simply stood there and let whatever was happening, happen.

            Malfoy’s skin felt warm underneath his fingertips. Harry thought for a moment about letting go and taking a step back, but his fingers tingled where they made contact with that soft skin and Malfoy was not moving. He wasn’t hexing him, nor was he pushing him away and if Malfoy wasn’t pushing him away, maybe he felt it too. It felt like butterflies in his stomach as he gently brushed the tears away. Malfoy’s face was still damp and his face was flushed, but his lips were bright red in a way Harry had never noticed before and his grey eyes were shining with unshed tears. Malfoy just looked so innocent and vulnerable in that moment. He cupped his cheek with his other hand and gently touched his finger to those red lips.

            Malfoy’s brain wasn’t working quite right. It was receiving the signals in, like that Potter’s hands were cool and felt spectacular against the heated skin of his face, but the revulsion, that this was Potter touching him, was not there. His brain failed to process that information and instead, he was left with nothing but feelings and emotions as he leaned into the pleasant touch. He let out another gasp of breath as Potter’s finger touched his lip, but it was no longer the struggle for air associated with crying, but the need to breathe more quickly as his heart rate sped up and he could feel his pulse beating rapidly in his ears, muffling what little sound there was in the quiet bathroom. He took an unconscious step forward, closer to Potter, letting his wand arm fall loosely to his side.

            Harry took Malfoy’s movement as a sign that he was agreeable to what was happening and so he let it continue to happen. He stepped forward slightly, closing the two inch gap between their bodies, letting his chest gently touching Malfoy’s chest just so. He could feel the gasping breaths taken, but their bodies were not pressed tightly together. His thighs brushed softly against the other boy’s thighs, tingling where they met, as his hands continued to have a mind of their own, stroking those soft red lips.

            Harry wasn’t sure how it happened, only that it was happening. He was kissing Malfoy! His hands were cupping either side of Malfoy’s face and his lips were pressed against those soft delicate lips. The biggest surprise was that Malfoy was kissing him back! Malfoy’s lips were moving, slowly but firmly, underneath his own. The contact sent shivers down his spine and straight to his groin. His cock twitched to life and he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as his lips slowly caressed those succulent red lips.

            Malfoy’s mouth opened slightly as he turned just a tad to suck in a gasp of air. Suddenly Harry too was feeling the burn in his lungs as his body craved more oxygen to fuel whatever it was that was happening and so he turned his head slightly, taking in a few quick breaths without fully breaking contact. Their lips were still touching, just so, corner of mouth to corner of mouth, as they each caught their breath.

            Harry thought for a moment that Malfoy would break away from him and hex him, but he didn’t move and his mouth was still right there. His lips were open and his panting seemed to be under control, so he took the advantage, turned his head back, and rejoined their lips fully, darting his tongue out for a taste before one of them came to their senses and stopped this. With the way his cock was throbbing in his pants, he didn’t want to end this anytime soon. He was hot and tingling and needed relief. He instinctively inched forward, using his knee to part the other boy’s thighs, so he could get in-between them.

            Draco wasn’t thinking, only feeling. He let Potter snog him senseless and it barely even registered when his legs were parted. His leg felt hot where Potter was pressing into him with something hard, but that didn’t matter, because Potter’s upper thigh was now pushing softly, but rhythmically, against his bits. Pleasure shot through his body and his dick was stimulated. He could feel the blood rushing south as he stiffened. His member broke free of the top of his pants, standing at attention against his stomach, even though it was only half-hard. At least he wasn’t wearing trousers, so there was nothing to catch his sensitive skin on and his robe still covered him, so that Potter couldn’t see his problem.

            Harry felt Malfoy’s quite large problem, but he had his own to worry about as his ragging hard on rutted against that wonderfully soft and warm leg. His mouth was still exploring Malfoy’s deliciously open mouth. He licked soft, supple lips, tasted the warm wet tongue, and explored slick hard teeth. Malfoy let him and even moved his lips beneath his and darted a tongue out to meet his once or twice. Mostly Malfoy just panted into his mouth and let Harry control the kiss, never daring to explore Harry’s mouth with his own tongue, but to Harry it was enough that he was participating.

            Harry was never more grateful for the wizarding dress-code of a robe with no trousers than he was now. The trousers would have gotten in the way; zippers and buttons might make this uncomfortable, but the robe just glided and flowed with his movements, letting him thrust and undulate against the willing body.

            “Do you want this?” Harry asked. He wanted it, but not if Malfoy didn’t. Malfoy was giving him every indication that he also wanted it, but Harry had to be sure.

            Potter was rutting against Draco’s dick, creating the most delicious sensations. His lips tingled under Potter’s tongue. His cheek burned under Potter’s right hand and his hip burned under Potter’s left one, even though he was only being touched through the fabric of his robe. His pulse pounded so loudly in his ears that he barely heard Potter’s question. But he did hear it and he did want Potter to continue what he was doing; he could feel his blood pound through his dick and he desperately wanted some relief. He didn’t want to have to go back to his dorm and wank. With the way things were going, Potter’s thigh and stomach would do the wanking as they undulated against his sensitive member, which was trapped between their bodies.

            Draco had never done something like this before. Pansy had offered to wank him, but it was Pansy, so he had declined. He had been on a few dates with Astoria and even kissed her once, but then he had realized just how disgusting it was to kiss a witch. There was a seventh year wizard in Hufflepuff who had flirted with him once, but he was a Hufflepuff and with all the muggle-borns in his family tree, father would never accept the match. So Draco was rather inexperienced sexually and although he wasn’t really thinking about, somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped Potter might wank him with his hand, but if not, this thing he was doing with his leg was good.

            Malfoy nodded once and made no other move to show that he had heard and was agreeing, but he did nod and he didn’t back away, so it was all the conformation Harry needed to continue. He gently broke away from Malfoy, putting a hand on his chest to hold him back when Malfoy’s lips tried to follow him. Harry stepped back a few inches, needing the space to remove his ratty white pants, an old cast-off from Dudley, and hike up his robe. He flung his pants behind him, into the bathroom stalls, not caring where they landed, and reached out to do the same for Malfoy.

            Potter’s right arm was reaching towards him, pulling his robe up, but that didn’t matter because his left hand was resting on his dick, over the robe, smashing it into his abdomen. All the blood in his body was rushing to his dick, as his heart pounded so hard he could feel it beating like a drum in his chest and he struggled for breath. ‘Maybe he wants to wank me with his hand after all,’ was Draco’s last thought as Potter got his robe up and repositioned his left hand over the head of his dick, without the cloth in-between. Potter squeezed his dick-head lightly with one hand, spreading around the pre-cum, as he pulled Draco’s pants down with the other.

            There wasn’t enough blood left to travel to Draco’s brain, so his vision went blank and he saw nothing but white stars bursting across a black screen. His hearing too went blank. When before he could hear the blood pounding in his ears and the sound of his pants for breath echoing off the bathroom tiles, now the room seemed eerily quiet, with no sound at all. Before he could taste Potter’s tongue darting in and out of his mouth as he struggled to kiss him while adjusting their clothing, now he couldn’t taste anything. The bathroom had smelled of lavender from the cleaner the house elves used and Potter had smelled of musk and sweat, but also of vanilla from the school’s standard shampoo and mint from his toothpaste, but now Draco couldn’t smell any of that.

            Draco could only feel. He could feel his lungs burning for more oxygen and his chest as he panted for breath. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and through his ears and to his dick. He could feel Potter’s tongue dart into his mouth and he could feel Potter’s hand on his raging hard-on and it felt wonderful. He felt his knees give out and he felt Potter’s strong arms catch him, holding him up. He felt Potter move them backwards a few inches, towards the sink. He felt the cold hard porcelain on his lower back and his butt. He felt Potter lift him up and scoot his body backwards until he was just seated on the edge of the sink. He felt his head resting in the crook of Potter’s neck, his head turned out to better drag in the cold harsh breaths he needed, as Potter removed his pants from where they had fallen down his legs and caught on his ankles.

            Harry was shocked at the size of Malfoy’s cock. It was huge! He thought it was big before, when he first felt it rise up against their stomachs, but it just kept growing. Malfoy was hung like a horse, literally. ‘I’ll never get that thing in my arse, it’s so fucking big! I’ll have to do the buggering,’ Harry thought as he lightly touched the head with one hand. Just the head was all he could fit of Malfoy’s cock in his hand at one time. There was a trail of pre-cum dripping out of that head and down the underside of the shaft, and Harry enjoyed the slippery feeling of it as he spread it around, all the while trying to drag the golden-snitch-covered black boxers down Malfoy’s thighs.

            Harry saw Malfoy’s eyes glaze over in pleasure, before he felt him sagging. He caught Malfoy around the waist with both hands, preventing him from falling to the floor. He quickly scooted Malfoy back onto the ledge of the sink, letting him rest his head in the crook of his neck as he caught his breath, but he didn’t let him rest completely, as his hands quickly returned to that very thick throbbing cock and the boxers caught around Malfoy’s ankles. Harry reached down to remove them, but missed, his hand going inside the fabric, between Malfoy’s legs. He tried to grab the fabric to tug them off- they were in his way and he wanted them off already- but his hand just seemed to disappear inside, like a muggle’s magic hat, and he couldn’t gain purchase on the fabric.

            ‘They must have a wizard-space charm on them to make room for that massive cock!’ Harry thought to himself as he pulled his arm out of the boxers and finally pulled them off of Malfoy by tugging on the outside of the fabric. He quickly threw the offensive fabric over his head, like he had done with his own pants, while pushing forward into the newly opened space between Malfoy’s legs. His own raging hard-on pressed partially against the cool ceramic sink and partially against Malfoy’s fiery hot ass and balls. Malfoy’s entire body was fiery hot and flushed pink with blood. Harry smiled as he realized how turned on Malfoy was. He was happy to think Malfoy wanted this as much as he wanted it.

            Harry had not been seriously considering having sex in the near future, given that he didn’t have a partner and wasn’t that into girls, but when Seamus brought out a book on sex spells and potions purchased over the summer, he was vaguely interested. He hadn’t known he was gay at the time and that realization had still yet to hit the young hero, but there were some things that were useful no matter what you were into. Harry had found the lubrication charm useful for wanking, so like all of the sixth year boys in Gryffindor, he had study that section and practiced casting that charm. And with all the wanking he did, he grew quiet proficient at it, which was something he was grateful for when he reached for Malfoy’s wand, which was still clutched tightly in a limp hand by his side.

            Harry easily cast the charm, spreading a slippery lubricant all over his cock and Malfoy’s arse. He used his magic to push the lubricant inside the closed entrance, which was something he had never done before, having only read about it in Seamus’ book. Of course the book had been describing the procedure with a witch and Harry was not sure how it would work with a wizard, but it was the only thing he knew to do, so he tried it. Then he dropped Malfoy’s wand to the floor, lined his cock up with Malfoy’s arsehole, and pushed his way in. It was extremely tight and hot and Harry could feel Malfoy’s inner muscles clamping down on him. The sensation was mind-blowing and Harry almost blew his wad right then and there, but instead he paused and waited for his balls to unclench before pushing further inside.

            Draco had not budged a millimeter from his position on the sink with his head propped against Potter’s shoulder and neck. He could not move. All thought had left him and he was left only with the sensation of touch. It felt good, exceedingly good, until suddenly it felt absolutely horrible. His face scrunched up in pain as it felt like his insides were ripped from his body. It hurt so much that his brain turned off that sensation too and he was left floating in blackness with a pain in his arse for an undetermined amount of time.

            Harry didn’t realize that Malfoy was not enjoying it. He had not seen the pain in his face, because it was still turned away from him. He did not notice that Malfoy took in one sharp gasp of breath, before his panting stopped and his breathing returned to normal. He didn’t realized that Malfoy passed out and was resting limply against him, until Malfoy’s head slipped sideways off his shoulder and his body followed as he slowly began to slip off the sink. Harry grabbed a hold of Malfoy at the waist with both hands, steadying him back on the sink, before wrapping one arm around his waist and using the now freed hand to prop Malfoy’s head back onto his shoulder.

            “You alright there?” Harry asked concerned. He had only been inside Malfoy a minute. He had just started to thrust and he wanted more than anything in the world to pull out and plunge himself back into Malfoy’s glorious arse.

            ‘I probably just went too hard or too fast and he couldn’t hold on,’ Harry thought to himself as his cock bucked up uncontrollably into that arse. He was already balls deep, so the bucking amounting to little more than twitching.

            But Malfoy didn’t respond, and as much as Harry desperately wanted to continue, he also wanted a willing, responsive partner, so he gently laid Malfoy’s body back against the mirror behind the sink, careful not to press Malfoy’s back into the water faucet. But then he also couldn’t bear to remove Malfoy from his cock, and any movement might hurt him, so he kept his arse balanced on the edge of the sink, impaled by his hard cock.

            With Malfoy’s body leaned back against the mirror, Harry finally had a chance to see his face, scrunched up in pain, eyes closed. Figuring Malfoy was in pain because he was a virgin, as evidenced by how tight his arse was, Harry decided to cup Malfoy’s cheek with his free hand, still holding onto his waist with the other arm, making sure that he didn’t fall. “It’s okay,” Harry soothed softly, hoping that Malfoy would adjust soon and that he could continue.

            But Malfoy didn’t respond and Harry began to worry as he slowly realized that Malfoy had passed out. He moved the hand on Malfoy’s cheek down to the faucet and turned it on, cupping his hand under the cold stream of water. He slowly brought the water up to Malfoy’s face and splashed him with it. When that failed to roused Malfoy, Harry retrieved another handful of water and splashed Malfoy’s stomach and cock with it. The cock was still big, but it was no longer huge, hard, or throbbing; instead it rested limply in Malfoy’s lap.

            “Merlin’s Beard!” Harry swore softly, not liking the change in Malfoy’s bits at all and wondering when it had deflated without him noticing.

            Finally accepting that Malfoy had passed out on him, Harry pulled his wand out of his robe sleeve-pocket. “Enervate!” Harry exclaimed, pointing his wand at Malfoy.

            Draco gasped, choked on his own saliva, and spluttered as he came back to consciousness. First he realized that his arse was still on fire, feeling like it was split in two, and second he realized that he was covered in water. His robes were pushed up under his armpits, but they were dripping wet. His face, stomach, and dick were wet as well. Third was that Potter was standing over him, holding onto him, and judging from the pain in his arse, impaling him. Potter had his wand out and pointed at him, so he reached for his wand, only to find that he didn’t have it anymore. He was unarmed, in a very bad position, and running on enervate fumes.

            “Get off me Potter,” Draco tried to shout, but it came out hoarse and whispery. He pushed Potter away with all his might, but when Potter moved, his arse exploded in pain, and the motion fell short as Potter tightened his hold on him and he let out a loud cry of pain.

            “Okay, okay, just hold on a second,” Harry said, trying to do too many things at once. He was worried Malfoy would fall off the sink if he just let go, so he wanted to put Malfoy down on the floor, but he also wanted to pull his cock out softly and slowly so that he didn’t hurt him anymore than he already had. And to complicate matters further, Malfoy was pushing and shoving him and squirming around on his cock. It felt exquisite and it was all he could do to hold onto Malfoy and keep him from falling and if that kept his cock in that glorious arse just a bit longer, then that was a welcomed side-effect.

            Draco screamed as Potter wrapped his arms around him more tightly, causing his dick to go all the way back in him. It hurt more than anything else Draco had ever felt, besides that very first pain when Potter must have entered him; it was way worse than taking the Dark Mark. Draco had been working to get his arse off of that dick- he had gotten a whole two inches out of him- but that was all for naught because Potter was balls-deep inside of him again. This was so humiliating that Draco wanted to cry if he could just stop screaming long enough too. He pushed Potter back again and resumed his squirming, trying to get away from Potter and his dick.

            Harry couldn’t concentrate on getting Malfoy to calm down or setting him down on the bathroom floor, because the squirming on his cock just felt too good. He tried to stop it, but he was cumming in that arse and just barely holding onto Malfoy enough to keep him from falling.

            Draco felt burning in his arse at the same time he felt Potter’s arms loosen their grip and a horrible contorted look on his face. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed Potter off of him as hard as he could, the faucet painfully gouging into his back as his own body moved back from Potter’s. His arse was on fire, his back hurt, and the sink was wet and slippery; all of which caused him to lose his balance and fall side-ways off of the sink. He would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t already humiliated. What could possibly be worse than Potter doing that in his arse?

            Harry fell back onto the hard tiled flow, cum still spurting out of his bloody cock. He landed hard on his bum. It hurt and he was just about to start feeling sorry for himself when he saw Malfoy fall off the sink. Malfoy landed hard on his side, before his head hit the wall in back of the sink with a bang. The blood must have come from Malfoy’s arse, because Harry could clearly see blood smears on his thighs and arse-cheeks, and as he watched in horror at the sight, a bit more blood dribbled out of his arse. Harry slowly inched closer to Malfoy, wanting to help him, and trying to think of a healing spell that might work.

            Draco took a minute to recover from hitting his head. He saw Potter inching closer with his wand out and again he wished for his wand. Then he saw his wand laying a few feet away from him on the other side of the sink! ‘Screw my buggered arse and my bum hip and my aching head, I need that wand,’ he thought, before throwing his body in the direction of said wand. He grabbed it and pointed it threateningly at Potter while he tried to remember how to cast a hex, any hex, so long as he could keep Potter off of him. And while he thought, he got up on his knees, struggling to fix his robe, which had been caught around his waist. He finally got the blasted robe lowered enough to cover his bits and looked up to see that Potter had followed him and currently had a hand held out to him.

            “Stay back!” Draco shouted, still trying to get his wits about him.

            “I just want to help,” Harry replied, taking his arm back and letting it hang loosely by his side. He had hurt Malfoy and he wanted to fix it. “Let me take you to the hospital wing.”

            ‘So you can brag about how you had your way with me?’ Draco thought before starting to cry again. He got out one curse, which he aimed at Harry, in-between sobs. He didn’t plan on going to the hospital wing or letting anyone know about what just happened. If his dorm mates knew how weak he was he would have a target on his back for the rest of his school career.

            The curse missed Harry, who jumped up and retreated towards the bathroom door. He didn’t want to leave Malfoy like this, but he also didn’t want to get hit.

            “Crucio!” Draco shouted, wanting Potter to feel as much pain as he felt at that moment. But Draco had never performed the cruciatus curse before, and so it just bounced limply off of Potter’s chest.

            Harry responded instinctually to the failed cruciatus, casting the first spell that came to mind, which happened to be, “Sectumsempra!” Harry watched in horror as his spell ripped opened the front of Malfoy’s robes and he could see the blood seeping out of the cuts on his chest. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt him more than he already had and now he would probably bleed to death in this bloody bathroom!

            Harry went to kneel at Malfoy’s side and took his head into his lap, whispering, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” over and over again. He could see the blood draining out of Malfoy and his face turning a sickly pale shade of white, but he didn’t know the counter curse or how to save him.

            The bathroom door banged open loudly and Snape barged in, pointing his wand at Harry before turning to the bloodied boy lying motionless on the tiled floor. Recognition dawned on Snape’s face as he began muttering a counter curse, knitting the skin back together and forcing the blood back into the emptied veins. Harry watched in silence as Snape worked, grateful beyond measure that he would not become a murderer this day.

            “Potter, you are to stay here and not move a muscle until I come back to deal with you!” Snape hissed through his teeth as he levitated Draco’s body. Harry nodded and Snape left with Draco.

            Harry heard the door bang shut and sprang into action, looking for his misplaced pants; he did not want to be caught by Snape again without his pants on. He found Malfoy’s first, on the floor of the first stall, and decided to tuck them away in his backpack to return as soon as possible, because he didn’t want Snape to find out that Malfoy’s pants had been removed and discarded on the bathroom floor. He finally found his own pants in the third stall and put them back on, before setting about to wait for Snape’s return.

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