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Nothing, Everything	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
Author's note: For some reason this chapter was difficult to write *frowns* I knew what I wanted to write, but actually putting the words on paper was a whole other matter. As a matter of fact I actually only just finished it today *grimaces* Guess the sleep deprivation hit me a bit harder than expected ...
Thanks to the following reviewers: SickPuppy; Thunderbird; Jan; emeraldeyes
Warnings: hm, drama I guess
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 12
"Aside from some cuts, you appear to be completely fine, but just to be certain, we'd like to keep you here for a couple more hours," the Healer informed him, scribbling something down on the parchment. His half-moon glasses continually slipped down and he kept pushing them back up, smearing ink across his nose in the process.
Draco nodded, barely restraining the urge to sneer at how the Healer was desperately avoiding his eyes. One would think he had been the one to blow up a restaurant instead of being one of the victims.
"I'll give you some time to rest," the Healer – Draco hadn't bothered to learn his name – muttered and hurried out of the room, leaving the door ajar.
Grey eyes rolled in exasperation, but he reclined against the poor excuse of a pillow, deciding there was no harm in staying here for a couple of hours. Staring down at his hands, which were covered with paste to help heal the cuts he had sustained, his mind went back to the scene at the restaurant.
After he had realised their attacker was one of the three who had stolen his memories, Potter had pressed down on some kind of button before firing off multiple spells.
"What does that button do?" Draco couldn't help but inquire, staring down at the innocuous button, which laid now discarded on the floor.
"It's a way for Aurors to call others if there's an emergency," Potter muttered before snapping his wand down and firing another curse. This one looked like a midnight blue lightning bolt.
"You waited until now to call other Aurors?" Draco hissed outraged, ducking away from a hex which was meant to slice straight through muscles and bones.
Despite being in the middle of a fight, Potter had enough time to look at him rather condescendingly and retort, "No, you idiot, I had already warned them from the start, but this one lets them know they're needed immediately."
That apparently was no lie as Draco suddenly picked up shouting from outside; a man yelling, "Drop your wand now!"
Aurors had swarmed the street and as soon as they had closed in on the attacker, he had ripped straight through their half formed Anti-Apparition webs. Four Aurors had gone after him immediately while the others had taken care of him, Potter, and the rest of the people caught in the crossfire. They had all been escorted to Saint Mungos to get treated for the wounds they had sustained.
He was jerked back out of his musings when voices drifted towards him through the gap left by the open door. When he concentrated on them, he stilled when he realised the voices belonged to Potter and Shacklebolt.
"And he's certain that this man was one of his attackers?" Shacklebolt questioned wearily.
"Completely certain, yeah. The description seems to match," Potter muttered, sounding utterly exhausted.
Well, given what kind of magical feats he had just performed while being nearly due, that was to be expected and Draco was reluctantly impressed. He hadn't really realised before how extensive Potter's knowledge of hexes, curses and spells was and he guessed he should be glad he had never challenged the man badly enough to be subjected to one of his spells.
"They're still tracking him; I'm expecting a report of them within two hours," Shacklebolt said thoughtfully and his voice sharpened with worry when he asked, "Are you feeling okay? With the baby it can't have been - "
"I'm fine," Potter interrupted him, sounding vaguely annoyed. "The Healer examined me and nothing's wrong with the baby. I just have some bumps and bruises. Nothing a couple of hours of rest won't fix."
"I shouldn't have sent you to that meeting in your state," the Minister sighed, a bit bitter. "Someone else should have gone."
"Like who?" Potter retorted abruptly. "Casey and the rest of the team are talking to the other victims. Ron? That would be tempting him too much; not to mention they would have never agreed to meet with each other. Other Aurors? You know as well as I do they aren't objective – not when it comes to a case like this. I was the only one suitable and you know it."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Shacklebolt grunted.
"It is what it is," Potter replied dismissively. "Besides now we can clear all doubt. They're really after the victims who haven't – rebuilt their relationship. This attack today proved it. When will his guards be here?"
Some rustle of robes. "Should be in half an hour, one hour at most. They were at the scene as well, so it might take them some time."
"Minister, Harry," a new voice greeted them, lower pitched than that of Potter's.
"Chris," Potter greeted in return. "You're not one of the two bodyguards, right?"
"No, just here to guard the room until they've arrived," this Chris person answered lightly. "They're a bit hold up at the moment at Belle's but they should be here soon."
"All right, I leave you to it then," Shacklebolt said resolutely. "Be careful and don't lower your guard."
"I won't, sir," Chris promised and footsteps echoed through the corridor before they slowly died out.
Draco expected Potter to enter the room any moment now, but everything remained quiet, him being the only occupant of the room, and he sank back down against the pillows with a frown.
Given what he had just heard and what had occurred at the restaurant, he could no longer live in the assumption that this all had been an elaborate ruse for Potter to get him back. His attackers seemed intent on finishing what they had started; that had become abundantly clear just now.
"Fuck," he sighed and rubbed his forehead. He would have no choice but to accept those bloody bodyguards now. He could only hope they wouldn't be too intrusive. Surely they wouldn't have to be plastered to his side, right?
His frown deepened when he realised that considering the threat, it wouldn't be wise to take Astoria out in public. His attackers had shown today that they didn't even have qualms about potentially killing Harry Potter if it meant getting rid of him – if even the famous Boy-Who-Lived wasn't safe around him, a Pureblood girl would definitely not be spared.
Damn them all to hell.
"Draco? Are you okay?"
He started at the unexpected sound of his mother's voice and he whipped his head around, staring at her surprised. "Mother, what are you doing here?"
She was dressed in pale blue robes and her hair was tied together in a loose braid. She pursed her lips together and approached his bed, sinking down gracefully on the chair on his right side. "I got the message that you were attacked and hurt. Your father stayed behind just in case they tried something at the manor. How bad is it?"
"Just some cuts; I'm fine. I have to stay for a few more hours, though, as a precaution," he sighed and idly wondered who had sent her a message. One of the Aurors?
"Who attacked you?" she questioned and her eyes darkened, even as her hand sought out his and took it in hers.
He swallowed, recalling all too well the brief moment of terror he had felt at seeing the man in front of him. "It was one of the three who attacked me five months ago."
Her face didn't change, but her hand tightened around his briefly and her eyes flashed and sharpened. "They're targeting you again?"
"Yes, that's what Potter wanted to talk about. They're apparently going after the ones they attacked once before to – to finish the job," he replied and against his will his voice caught at the end. Nobody liked contemplating they might die any moment now and the shock of what had happened today was starting to settle in slowly, making him feel inexplicably cold. He shivered and barely noticed mother casting a Cosy Warmth Spell. "The Aurors noticed the pattern and I'll have two bodyguards with me until they've caught them."
"Which can take a while," Mother surmised and pressed his lips tightly together. "I'm glad they caught on to the pattern before they could succeed in their new attack on you."
"I'll be happier once they've finally caught them," he muttered darkly, crossing his legs underneath the blanket.
"We will all be," she sighed and they both turned their heads around when someone knocked on the door.
"Yes?" he called out, wondering who it could be. A Healer or a Mediwitch would have simply walked in, politeness be damned. Was it that Chris fellow?
It was Potter, looking worse for wear.
"Harry, are you all right?" Mother demanded sharply and strode over to the other man, drawing him in an embrace as her hands went up and down over his arms and back – her way of assessing the damage.
Draco grimaced, but didn't protest when she tugged the dark haired man along to the second chair next to the bed.
"I'm okay, Narcissa," Potter reassured her tiredly, running a hand over his stomach. "Just some cuts and bruises, but the baby is fine. I just need some rest."
"Then why aren't you resting now?" She narrowed her eyes, regarding him disapprovingly.
He flapped his hand about. "I needed to discuss some things with the other Aurors. They're still following that man," he said, addressing Draco this time, who nodded stiffly. "We think they'll want to lay low for a while now, especially with a team after them, but from now on you'll be accompanied by two bodyguards wherever you go."
"Will they stay in the manor as well?" Mother inquired, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Potter inclined his head. "Yes, they will. At least until we've caught them all. I know you don't like the prospect of it, but - "
"Nonsense, Harry. We're not going to spurn extra protection. Especially not after what happened today," she stated firmly.
"Not like I have much choice," Draco muttered underneath his breath. The sharp look Potter favoured him with let him known he had heard him.
"They're waiting outside actually," Potter said and rose up with some difficulty; clearly his balance was gone to shit with his huge stomach. "I'll get them and introduce you to each other."
As Potter slipped outside again, Draco felt blue eyes resting on him heavily. "What?" he muttered, feeling oddly defensive all of a sudden. Her soft, warm hand resting on his own made him stiffen for a few seconds, before he relaxed.
"I know you don't like the idea of bodyguards, but Draco, they are necessary," she stressed; her voice low enough not to be heard outside the room. "They're here to protect you."
"They could easily decide to do a shitty job of it just because of who I am," he pointed out with a sneer.
She shook her head and looked at him strangely for a moment. "No, they won't jeopardize your life."
"How would you know?" he retorted with a snort, crossing his arms.
"Because I very much doubt Harry would allow people to guard you who don't have your best interests at heart," she answered clipped and before he could say anything to that, though he didn't know what, the door opened again, forcing him to drop that line of conversation in order to meet his new bodyguards.
He could only hope they wouldn't be necessary for long.
"I was thinking we could hole up the entire weekend together," Draco murmured, drawing lazy circles on smooth skin, feeling muscles stretch underneath his touch as his lover blinked sleep away.
"Yeah? And what were you planning on doing then?" Warm amusement; no immediate protest. Interesting.
"Well, for one we could finally sleep in a little bit longer," the blond man smirked and shifted a bit, stilling his hand in favour of trailing his lips over a warm back, hearing the sigh of contentment and feeling a hand resting on the back of his thigh. "And then we could spend the entire day together in bed, only leaving it to go to the bathroom."
"Hm, sounds interesting. But what of food?"
"I'm certain the house elves won't mind delivering our meals to us." That was one of their regular tasks anyway.
"What about your parents, though? I like your mother, but she knows everything."
Draco laughed at the horrified tone and nuzzled a spot in the slender neck which had been tempting him to bite down for a while now. "Relax," he breathed out, watching delighted how goose bumps formed underneath his mouth. "My parents are going to Paris for the weekend."
"Oh? Enjoying a romantic trip?"
"Hm, at my mother's insistence."
"I hadn't expected anything else."
Draco clucked his tongue. "Be nice."
"Coming from you, that's rich, don't you think so?" Dark hair glinted in the setting sunlight. "But fine, I'll be nice. I can be good."
"Yeah?" Draco murmured, his eyes half lidded as heat stirred in his lower belly. He licked his lips as his eyes hungrily devoured the tantalising sight of his lover spread out underneath him; slender legs opened to welcome him in the middle and arms reaching out to tug him closer. "You'll be good for me?"
A soft laugh against his lips, warm breath mingling with his own. "Why don't I show you how good I can be?" Lips covered his, fingers slipped through blond strands and tightened around them as their kiss deepened, growing more forceful.
Deep green filled his vision before he closed his eyes and let himself be swept away by the current of their passion, shifting until their hips pressed together.
"Draco, I …"
He shot up; his heart thundering in his chest and sounding too loud in his ears. Sweat coated his body, soaking his pyjamas and he pressed his hand in front of his mouth, wondering whether he would start throwing up. His stomach definitely felt twisted up enough for that.
He had been dreaming about Potter.
Not just any dream, no, a dream in which he and Potter had been about to …
Grey eyes flew open and he stared down, though the darkness in his bedroom didn't allow him to see anything, except for the vague shapes of his blankets and the nightstand. What the hell kind of dream had that been? Why the fuck would he dream about Potter like that all of a sudden? He had never dreamt about him before, so why now?
Shuddering he pulled his shirt away from his chest, grimacing at the sticky feeling. His sweat was cooling off, pricking his skin, and he couldn't supress a shiver as he slipped out of bed on unsteady legs. In the bathroom he took a quick shower to wash off the disgusting sweat and watched impassively how the water swirled around before disappearing into the drain. Leaning his forehead against the cold, white tiles, he thought about the dream. It had felt so real that for a moment after waking up he had expected Potter to be lying next to him.
What had triggered that type of dream? He hadn't heard anything of the younger man since they had left the hospital last Friday. It didn't make sense for him to start dreaming about the git now; he hadn't done that before since waking up after the first attack.
"Damn it," he hissed, scowling down at the bottom of the shower before he abruptly shut off the water and stepped out, towelling himself dry quickly. He pulled on a fresh pair of pyjamas, leaving his old ones on the floor for the house elves to find them, and traipsed back to his bed. The shower had only made him feel physically clean; his mind was still a muddled mess when he slipped back between the blankets.
The door creaked open. "Are you all right, Mister Malfoy?" Eric Bloom asked in a whisper, blending in with the darkness.
He was one of the two bodyguards assigned to Draco after the attack on Friday. His partner, Ally Springing, must either be resting or patrolling.
"I'm fine," Draco replied dismissively, not wanting to go into details as to why he was up in the middle of the night.
The door closed again, leaving him alone. He had to give it to them: they weren't nosy and they stayed out of his bedroom and bathroom, choosing to wait outside. It was still a pain in the arse to have them following him wherever he went unless he was in the bathroom or sleeping, but he supposed begrudgingly that he could have worse people for bodyguards.
He resolutely refused to think about why he had got so lucky with them.
Laying back down he pulled the blankets over him; their weight comforting and warm. He still had a couple of hours before he would have to be up; he'd try to catch some sleep, which hopefully this time wouldn't be plagued with dreams about Potter.
He ignored the way his stomach flipped oddly and closed his eyes. A few more hours of sleep would do him well.
When he woke up again four hours later he felt more rested and he was determined not to think about the dream anymore. It had just been a dream after all; nothing more.
He found the Morning Prophet waiting for him on the breakfast table after he was done freshening himself up and he cast an idle glance at it, not really interested in the drivel the paper liked to sprout.
One title, however, caught his attention and he frowned, picking up the paper.
New Love Interest for Harry Potter?
As you all surely still remember – for it has not been that long since it happened – Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy broke up a couple of months ago. The Malfoy heir had no qualms in almost immediately flaunting his new love interest after the break-up, Astoria Greengrass. They have been spotted several times out in public and both have declared their intention to court one another, though they refused a more in depth interview with this paper.
On our Hero's side, it remained equally as silent, though he appeared to have no interest in anyone – not that any of us could blame him, considering his situation. He clearly needed more time to get over the break-up than Draco Malfoy did and nobody can begrudge him that.
Today, however, we at the Daily Prophet can bring you the news that our dear, beloved hero might actually have fallen for someone else. Who, you may ask? None other than Blaise Zabini, son of the beautiful Isabella Zabini, who has become known for her marriages to several influential wizards.
Mr Potter and Mr Zabini were spotted together yesterday as they were leaving Saint Mungos and they looked particularly cosy when they shared lunch at the Silver Moon, which as most of you will surely know is an establishment with a mostly rich clientele.
They have yet to announce their potential new relationship status and our reporter did not have the heart to disturb them as he felt that Mister Potter was entitled to a brief moment of rest in the ocean of turbulence which has been his life up until now.
We could not withhold the photos, however, and we invite you to look at them and form your own conclusions of the relationship between the two men.
Underneath the article, covering nearly the entire front page, were several pictures of Potter and Blaise. There was one of them exiting the hospital together; Blaise's left arm hidden behind Potter's back and when they turned around, everyone could see his hand was resting on the pregnant man's back. Another one showed Blaise holding the door open of the restaurant for Potter as the younger man shook his head and smiled. A third one had them leaning quite closely together over the small table they were sharing, talking animatedly. Potter laughed, throwing his head back, and Blaise smirked in response, raising his glass of wine in a toast.
Yet another one saw them leaving the restaurant together and they paused next to the building before Blaise placed his hand on Potter's stomach and bent his head down to him to murmur something. Whatever he said, had Potter shaking his head with a smile and squeezing the dark skinned man's wrist before they walked out of the frame.
Wordlessly Draco stared as each scene repeated itself over and over again in the pictures, vaguely aware of his two bodyguards leaning against the wall.
"Mister Malfoy, are you okay?" Ally questioned; her light blue eyes flitting between his face and the paper he was clenching in his hands.
Well, this was interesting. It looked like his best friend was closer with Potter than he had initially admitted.
A lot closer.
"Wait here," Draco snapped, halting in front of the closed door of Blaise's study, where a house elf had said he would be.
Eric and Ally exchanged a look. "Considering this is territory we aren't familiar with," Eric started cautiously, his hand resting on his wand, "we feel it would be safer if we went in there with you."
Draco snorted derisively. "Trust me, that bastard has layered so many protection charms around his room, enemies will have quite the hard time getting in here. I'll be fine." He knocked on the door and entered the study before either Blaise could give his permission or his bodyguards could stop him.
His friend was seated behind his desk and looked up surprised at the blond wizard's entrance. "Hello, yes, Draco, please come in," he stated dryly, waving him closer. He put down his quill and leant back in his chair, quirking an eyebrow. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?"
Draco approached the desk and raised an eyebrow in return. "Were you expecting someone else to visit you perhaps?" he asked mildly and rested his hands on the chair in front of him.
Confusion flickered up in dark eyes for a moment. "Who are you talking about?"
"A certain speck eyed git perhaps?" Draco sneered. He didn't know exactly why he was so bothered by the idea of Blaise and Potter being potentially together, but he was and that only served to aggravate him even further.
Blaise's face shuttered close and he shook his head. "You read the Prophet," he stated resigned.
"I did." Draco nodded and narrowed his eyes. "They were quite the interesting pictures, I must say."
The other man frowned, tapping his fingers on his desk. "There isn't any truth in that article, which you should know, considering it's written by the Prophet. Even if it was, though," he leant forwards, clasping his hands together, "what would it matter? You broke up with him months ago, remember?"
He remembered, yes. "It doesn't. I just never imagined you to go for sloppy seconds," he smirked, but his heart started beating quicker for some reason.
Immediately Blaise's eyes hardened and he sat up straight. "Don't call him that, Draco," he said coldly.
The blond man shrugged, recognising all too well he was treading dangerous ground now, but not willing to back off. "Just stating it as it is. What, is he going around looking for another Pureblood wizard to take up the father's role and you're the poor bastard he snagged first? I didn't realise you had lowered your standards that much, Blaise."
The next second he clutched his right hand with a yelp, feeling like a bolt of electricity had just hit him. The chair screeched loudly as Blaise shoved it backwards and the blond wizard stilled when a wand was aimed at him.
"I don't know what the fuck your problem with Harry is and frankly I don't care," Blaise began and his voice was so cold, Draco expected ice to start forming in the air any second now. "But this needs to stop. You broke up with him and denied your son and in all this, he has never said a bad word about you, which frankly astonishes me. You've done enough, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut about him."
"You're taking his side now too? I thought you were my friend?" Draco bit out, becoming furious at the way everyone readily jumped to defending Potter of all people. They were supposed to be his friends, so why was nobody taking his side? Why did bloody Potter get to have everything and he didn't?
"There are no fucking sides, Draco!" Blaise exploded and his wand sparked furiously. "What the hell do you even want? Why are you here? You don't care about Harry anymore, so what does it matter if he and I would be together?"
Draco opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by Blaise, who shook his head and glared at him. "Get out."
"Excuse me?" Draco brought out shocked.
"You heard me. Get out," Blaise repeated coldly, slipping his wand back into his pocket. "If you can't get your head out of your arse long enough to realise how badly you fucked up, then there's no need for us to continue being friends."
"You're choosing Potter over me?" Draco spat furiously, clenching his hands into fists, trembling with rage.
"Honestly? Yes, because the person standing in front of me now is not the man I grew up with," Blaise answered quietly; his face as hard as stone. "I don't know you anymore, Draco, and I'm not sure I even want to know this version of you. Leave."
"Have fun fucking those used goods," Draco hissed spitefully and stormed out of the room before Blaise could go through with his desire to hex him.
Fuck Blaise. Fuck Potter.
Just fuck them all. He didn't need them. He was better off without them.
Damn them all.
Christmas passed in a blur. As usually the manor was decorated lavishly and a ball was held, but unlike other years, Draco couldn't find it in him to enjoy the festivities. He had become acutely aware of just how few people he had in his life now that even Blaise refused to be his friend anymore and it left a bitter taste behind.
He wasn't planning on apologising, though. He had done nothing wrong. If they preferred Potter over him, he was better off without them. He was busy with his potion business and with his courtship anyway; he didn't need them. Once the courtship would reach its endgame, he would have broadened his friend circle once more, thanks to moving in different social circles with the Greengrass family and he would show Pansy and Blaise he didn't need them.
Still, the bitter sensation of feeling betrayed was hard to shake off.
The new year had just finished its first new week when Draco entered the dining room, ready to eat breakfast. His bodyguards – unfortunately still a necessity – trailed behind him like shadows and stationed themselves at the window and the door. Having expected both his parents to be seated at the table to share breakfast as was their Sunday ritual, he was therefore quite surprised to only see his father sipping calmly from a cup of coffee.
Sinking down on the chair, he lifted his own cup of steaming black coffee and asked, "Is mother not feeling well?" That could be the only explanation as to why she wasn't currently with them.
Father raised an eyebrow. "No, she's well," he answered and the corners of his mouth quirked up with a trace of amusement. "She was called away, however, and won't be here until late in the afternoon I suspect."
"Who called her away?" Draco frowned, taking a sip of his coffee. It was very unusual for mother to prefer another activity over having breakfast with her family. The Minister himself could demand her time and she would still ignore him for as long as breakfast was going on.
Father looked at him thoughtfully. "Potter did," he replied after a pause.
The younger wizard stiffened and lowered his cup on the table with a harsher 'click' than he had intended. "Why?" he questioned coolly.
Father leant back in his chair. "Because he's gone into labour," he explained with a thin smile.
Draco's fingers tightened around his knife. "I've told you I don't consider that child my son," he stated coldly.
Father stood up and raised an eyebrow. "You might no longer consider him your son, but your mother and I still consider him our grandson, so he's still a Malfoy by birth. We never agreed to disown him after all," he pointed out mildly and paused before adding lightly, "Enjoy your breakfast, son."
He left the room, leaving his son behind in cold silence.
Mother returned that evening, eyes glittering with pride and love and her cheeks rose with excitement, but she didn't tell Draco anything about the baby; not even his name.
Draco didn't ask.
It was nearly the end of January when Draco received a special order from one of his highest paying clients. He loved receiving orders like this one, because they challenged his skills and they were a nice change from the routine potions he usually had to make.
There was only one issue: three of the necessary ingredients were considered illegal and only sold in Knockturn Alley. Normally he had no trouble purchasing those ingredients – money was money after all and it didn't matter to him what kind of potion resulted in him receiving that money.
Having two Aurors as bodyguards and needing to enter Knockturn Alley? That was a disaster waiting to happen. He very much doubted they would turn a blind eye if he went to a place like that. Without those ingredients, however, he wouldn't be able to create the potion. Substitutions couldn't be allowed in this case. He would need to shake off his bodyguards, though, and how was he supposed to do that? They stuck to him like they had been hit with a Sticky Charm and they utterly refused to leave his side for even a minute whenever he ventured outside the manor.
"Hm." He narrowed his eyes and stared contemplatively at the closed door of his bedroom; behind it, the two guards were stationed, ready to start following him the second he opened that door.
How to fool them …
An idea started growing in his mind and he smirked, slipping his wand out of his pocket. Yes, that would work out nicely and he would be back before either one of them would notice he was gone.
No harm, no foul after all.
The spell he had cast would leave part of his magical residue in the room until the moment he took it down. Anyone checking his magical signature would assume he was just sitting in his room; Draco would be worried that the guards would physically check on him, but he had noticed that they never looked inside his room unless he made some noise of distress or stood up in the middle of the night.
It being the middle of the day, they wouldn't start becoming suspicious until several hours had passed at least and by then he would be back with the ingredients and they would be none the wiser.
It was a fool proof plan.
The wooden door slammed shut behind him, causing the window to rattle slightly, as he stepped outside the apothecary, concealing the bag with the ingredients within his cloak. He had been fortunate to purchase the last stock of the ingredients and now he could go home and start brewing the potion.
As he started walking down the alley, keeping his head down and avoiding looking at the other people mingling around, he mentally recalled the recipe and checked it to make certain he had everything in stock.
"Draco Malfoy?"
He halted and furrowed his eyebrows, not recognising the low voice immediately. "Who might you be?" he asked and started turning around, ignoring the question for now.
Pain suddenly exploded in his head, making him gasp aloud and his ears ringing, and he grasped his head, stumbling around. The pain increased until it felt like his eyes would pop out from the pressure and he sagged down with a wordless scream like a puppet whose strings were cut down.
And then there was nothing but darkness.
AN2: Only around two more chapters left, guys! And yes, I know, you all hate me now LOL
I hope it wasn't too bad! Some scenes were harder to write than others ... Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
The next chapter will be posted on the third of November. See you all then!
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