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Chapter List
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Chapter Summary: Pansy is a jealous bitch and someone gets cursed.

A/N: We�re leading into the ending with this chapter...only a little bit more to go, and the story will be complete.

Chapter 19: The Iron Lung
The crowd roared as Harry closed his fist around the Snitch. He felt a burst of happiness, even as his stomach dropped in concern when he realized what had happened to Draco. He looked around for the other Seeker, and saw him shouting at Goyle in fury, his hands fisted in the front of Goyle�s robes. Draco appeared unhurt, but had been badly jarred when the Bludger had hit the handle of his broomstick, which was wobbling disconcertingly.

In moments, Harry�s view of Draco was obscured by his jubilant team, as they surrounded Harry, cheering and thumping his back, pulling him down to the field with them. He smiled and congratulated them distractedly, wishing he could be happy about winning against Draco instead of feeling so empty.

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Pansy slipped quietly through the noisy crowd, following as Hermione ran out onto the Pitch and flung her arms around Ron�s neck. She watched as several Gryffindors rushed to congratulate their team, while the Slytherin team touched down morosely, obviously furious at Goyle.

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Draco seethed with anger at his bumbling teammate, but was relieved he could pin his team�s loss on Goyle instead of trying to explain to his father why Harry had beaten him to the Snitch yet again. He searched for Harry in the swarm of students that had run onto the field, and saw that he�d been singled out by the sandy haired Chaser, his attention monopolized by the excited 4th year. Draco�s blood boiled.

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Carl gripped Harry by the shoulders, grinning from ear to ear. �Did you see that second one, Harry?� he asked, bubbling with joy.

�Yes, I did, Carl, it was brilliant,� Harry said, grinning back. �You�ve come a long way since last year, mate!� He tried to be as inconspicuous as possible when he peered over Carl�s shoulder to see if Draco was all right. The blond was walking towards him with a look of absolute rage on his face. Harry frowned slightly in confusion.

�You looked amazing up there, Harry!� Carl gushed, not noticing Harry�s distracted expression. �You were pure magic to watch!�

Harry returned his attention to Carl, forcing a smile back on his lips as he tried not to worry about why Draco was still heading towards him. �Thanks, Car�.� He was stopped abruptly when Carl pulled him into a fierce hug, crushing the breath out of him.

�You were perfect, Harry, just perfect!� Carl said into Harry�s neck. Harry stood awkwardly with his arms held stiffly at his sides, stunned into silence, and unsure of what to make of Carl�s sudden display of affection.

�Erm...� Harry began, then was cut off when Draco appeared over Carl�s shoulder, wrenching the boy from Harry with a growl.

The crowd that had gathered on the Pitch gaped in anticipation as they watched Draco fling Carl to the ground, expecting the angry blond to turn around and attack Harry for beating him at Quidditch yet again.

Draco surprised them all by dropping to his knees over Carl, straddling the terrified boy. He gripped the collar of the Gryffindor�s robes roughly, banging his head against the ground. �What the fuck do you think you�re doing, Taggart?� he roared into Carl�s face.

�Malfoy, get off my Chaser!� Harry shouted, trying in vain to pull Draco away.

�Who the hell do you think you are?� Draco bellowed at the trembling teen, ignoring Harry�s hands tugging at his shoulders. �What makes you think you can fucking touch him? Think you�re that fucking special?� He shook Carl brutally, letting the boy�s head smack the ground again. �I should hex off your bloody balls for that, you presumptuous little bastard!� Draco drew his wand, jabbing it threateningly into Carl�s chest.

�Draco, stop,� Harry yelled, frantically, oblivious to the whispers spreading through the crowd of gawking students.

�Expelliarmus,� Professor Snape cried, and he caught Draco�s wand as it came sailing through the air. �Draco, release that boy,� Snape demanded.

Draco looked up mutinously, finding himself faced with his godfather and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, each of whom looked displeased, and a few yards behind them, his father, whose face was unreadable. Draco pushed himself off Carl hurriedly, suddenly mortified that his father had witnessed his outburst.

�Mr. Malfoy,� Dumbledore said, quietly. �Perhaps you and Harry should come with us.� The crowd had gone completely silent, hanging on every word with great interest.

Draco turned to look at Harry, who was standing beside him, looking at him in wide-eyed bewilderment.

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Pansy had taken advantage of the noisy Gryffindor celebration on the field by creeping up behind Hermione, drawing her wand stealthily. She�d opened her mouth to speak the incantation for the Iron Lung curse when Draco�s raised, heated voice had caught her attention, distracting her from her task. She�d pushed her way to the front of the crowd curiously, and had seen Draco manhandling the boy Blaise had told her Potter was shagging.

She cocked her head in confusion as she listened to Draco�s angry words, and they began swirling around her head, sparking tiny flashes of realization as she watched Draco lose his temper because another boy had touched Harry Potter.

Harry Potter.

Harry.

Pansy saw red.

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Draco cursed inwardly for losing control of himself so spectacularly in front of such a large audience. He searched his brain frantically for way to explain his actions to his father, but was saved from speaking when a howl of rage from somewhere to his left drew his attention.

Pansy marched towards Draco, her face white with anger. �It was him?� she shrieked, spit flying from her mouth. �Harry bloody Potter?�

McGonagall frowned at Pansy. �Please stay out of this, Ms. Parkinson,� she said, curtly, turning back to Harry and Draco. �Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter. If you would accompany us to the Headmas�.�

Pansy cut her off, shrilly screaming out an incantation, her wand pointed at Harry, before she crumpled to the ground with a thud, hit simultaneously with Stunning spells cast by Snape, Ron and Hermione.

Harry�s eyes flew wide with shock, and a scream tore through his throat as a pain beyond anything he�d ever felt seized his lungs. He dropped to the ground in a writhing, screaming mass. Dumbledore and McGonagall hurried towards Harry, trying Finite Incantatem, to no effect, and fruitlessly casting Revealing spells to discover the curse Pansy�d used, as neither of them had properly heard the incantation.

Draco was immediately on his knees beside Harry, panic washing through him in dizzying waves as he cried out Harry�s name over and over again in a pleading wail.

Lucius Malfoy, who had recognized the curse immediately, pushed forward through the quickly gathering crowd, cursing under his breath as he tried to decide what to do. If he let Potter die, the Dark Lord would reward him beyond his desires. If he saved the brat, he and his family would be marked for death. He managed to break through to the front of the mass of bodies, and he saw the dark haired boy flailing on the grass, flecks of blood flying from his lips as he shrieked in pain. At Potter�s side, tears pouring down his face in anguish, was Draco, who was sobbing hysterically for Harry to please be all right. Lucius had his answer.

�Dumbledore, I can help,� he called, over the deafening screams. Dumbledore�s eyebrows snapped up sharply, and he gave Lucius an odd look. �Stand aside, I know what to do, there isn�t time to explain,� Lucius urged him, then drew his wand to point it at Harry when Dumbledore complied.

Draco looked up in a daze and saw his father through his tears, pointing his wand at Harry determinedly. �No, Father!� he cried out, fearfully, quickly drawing his own wand. �Petrificus Totalus!� Draco yelled, and Lucius froze in place, his face a mask of astonishment. Draco dropped his wand as if it burned, unable to believe he had just hexed his own father.

�You stupid boy,� Snape spat, harshly, �he was trying to help. Finite Incantatem!�

Lucius blinked as the Body Bind curse was lifted, and he threw Draco a frown before turning back to Harry, whose raw screams had been escalating in intensity. �Desisto Mutatio!� he bellowed, and immediately Harry fell still upon the grass, plunging the crowd into relative silence with the absence of his tortured shrieks.

Draco looked down in horror at Harry�s pale, sweating face, which was now slack, his green eyes open, but unseeing. �What have you done to him?� he yelled, turning to Lucius, his eyes wild and staring. �What �.�

�Calm down, Draco,� Lucius said, quietly, his voice almost gentle. �I�ve used an Inertia spell on him. It has stopped the progress of the Pulmo Ferramentum curse that Pansy cast. Don�t worry, I believe I acted in time, but there are further measures that need to be taken in order to reverse the damage.�

Draco looked away, ashamed for mistrusting his father, and was unable to speak as fresh tears fell from his eyes. He reached out his hand and clutched Harry�s limp one tightly.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, raising his voice for the crowd to hear. �Prefects, please escort your houses back to your common rooms, immediately. You will receive word from your Heads of House if there is any change in Mr. Potter�s condition.� He noticed their reluctance to leave. �That is an order,� he said, firmly.

The students grudgingly began to head back to the castle, herded along by the staff who had attended the match. All of them were mulling over the shocking events they�d just witnessed. Several of the Gryffindors were in tears, while the Slytherins murmured speculatively.

�Severus,� Dumbledore said, �please escort Ms. Parkinson to St. Mungo�s.� He looked over at Ron and Hermione, who had bound the unconscious girl with several lengths of rope, and had their wands trained on her. �Explain to them what happened.�

Snape nodded, leaving.

�Now,� Dumbledore said, his face drawn and tired. �Minerva, let�s get Harry up to Poppy. Lucius, Draco, please join us, if you would. Ron, Hermione, you may come, too, if you�d like.� Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and levitated Harry onto it, setting it afloat in front of him. Draco refused to let go of Harry�s hand, and walked beside the stretcher as the group slowly made its way back to the castle.

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Harry slowly regained consciousness, drifting awake bit by bit. His body hurt all over, and his head was pounding. He kept his eyes shut, trying to remember what had caused his current state, and then stiffened when he heard voices a few feet to his left. Lucius Malfoy. And Draco. Harry listened intently.

�How are you feeling?� Lucius asked, in hushed tones.

�Fine, thank you, Father,� Draco replied, quietly. There was an uncomfortable pause.

�I�ll be leaving shortly to bring your mother here,� Lucius said, breaking the silence. �She�s terribly worried about you.�

�I�m sorry for worrying her. I�m just fine, really, she doesn�t have to come all this way,� Draco said, earnestly.

�It�s for her protection too, Draco,� Lucius said, quietly. �After yesterday�s events, I�m sure word has traveled about the Malfoy family aiding the Boy Who Lived. Our allegiances will be called into question. I don�t want her to be alone.�

�I�m sorry, Father,� Draco whispered, his voice filled with emotion. �I didn�t mean to cause �.�

�It�s all right, Draco.� He paused, sighing. �I should let you know, I just came from Dumbledore�s office. I have pledged my loyalty to his side.�

Draco didn�t respond.

�You�re surprised?� Lucius asked.

�I � I don�t know. A little, I suppose, but mostly �.�

�Relieved?�

�Yes.� Draco�s voice was a soft exhale. �But...is it only because you�ve angered You Know Who by helping Harry...� Draco�s voice trailed off awkwardly, unused to questioning his father�s motives.

�Draco, you and your mother mean everything to me. By standing with the Dark Lord all these years I�ve put you both in grave danger. And because of your involvement with Potter, you will undoubtedly have become one of the main targets for the Dark Lord and his followers. I have to do all I can to ensure your protection from them. They have done our family, and my sanity, enough damage,� he said, rather bitterly.

�What happened?� Draco whispered.

Lucius paused. �Something that made me realize I should never have trusted that madman,� he said, his voice low and angry, �but you needn�t worry, we�re safe now.� He forced a jocular tone into his voice, abruptly changing the subject. �So, tell me about you and Potter. I thought you were bitter school rivals, how did all that change?�

�You don�t disapprove, then?� Draco�s voice was wary.

�Would I have saved him if I did?�

�I suppose not.� Draco conceded, relaxing.

�Do you love him?�

�Would I have hexed you if I didn�t?� Draco asked, slyly.

�Brat!� Lucius said, chuckling. �I still haven�t decided if I�ve forgiven you for that.� He paused. �Does he love you?�

�Remember that curse I wrote to ask you about?� Draco said, his voice holding a smile.

�Don�t tell me you used it on him?�

Draco laughed, softly. �Yes, I did. And I was the one he wanted and thought he couldn�t have.�
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