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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships.

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: Okay,
this was at least a few hours late, I was about to put it up this morning but I
decided to have a read through it first� And I didn�t like what I read, in fact
I was cringing thinking �Man, no ones going to like this� and so I�ve just
completed in re-writing most of this chapter, hopefully improving it. I must
warn you all that this chapter is a little angst, and it�s also detailed� so
please be aware of that. But thank you all for reading the last chapter, and
for reviewing, I really appreciate it. I really hope you all enjoy this chapter
because I must admit I�m not too please with it, hopefully that�s just me
though.

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Three � Stained
Red

It�s Saturday, and a cold one at that.

Harry is walking beside me, talking enthusiastically about
food - a normal topic when it comes to him. - I�m walking beside him, my hands
buried in my pockets to try and keep warm from the chilling wind. I�m also
trying to burry myself into the black scarf that�s wrapped around my neck, but
somehow, somehow, the wind still
manages to get through my scarf and spread goose bumps over my skin. Whose
stupid idea was it to go for this walk again? Ah yes, the food crazed
Gryffindor that can�t tell freezing weather from cosy weather.

I�m going to settle with glaring at him with the small
mantra of �I�m freezing and it�s all your stupid
fault� being broadcasted through the glare� Now all I need is for him to see me
and receive the signal.

I swear this man never gets cold when it�s freezing. Here he
is, walking beside me wearing a long sleeved black shirt with a knee length
leather jacket, black jeans and a black scarf that�s just hanging over his
shoulders loosely. The only reason he�s even wearing the jacket and scarf is
because I made him wear it.

I�m wearing my warm and thick black scarf, my light blue
jeans, warm joggers and a Slytherin green knee length coat with a black long
sleeved green shirt underneath. And I�m still cold!

We�re walking down some footpath that runs along the water,
and it�s close to being empty except for the one or two icicle people that are
walking past me. I can only assume that they are suicidal.

�Harry� I interrupt, looking at him as pleadingly as I could
� and I can look really pleading when the need calls for it - that damn mantra
glare has been long ago abandoned, �Its freezing. Can we please head back?� I ask � Well, no really� it�s more along the
lines of a silent pleading demand.

I�m really, truly cold and it�s not like you can�t miss it
either, my nose and cheeks are flushed and numb and my teeth are chattering.
It�s freezing!

After a moment of just looking at me, he cocks his head to
the side, looking all that more childish. �Why don�t you just cast a warming
charm on yourself? That�s what I did� he states after his long period of just
studying me.

What?!

How dare he look
at me with that mantra I can easily read through his eyes, that one that runs
along the lines of: �You�re such an amusing person, Draco�.
I am not amusing and never have I been amusing, least of all for him. The
nerve of some people!

I swear I�m this
close to hitting him! He�s got a warming charm over himself?! And he didn�t
tell me or suggest it to me earlier?! He�s a dead man!

�Why didn�t you tell me?!� I almost
yell, my hands coming out of the pockets to hit him over the head, they
automatically turn to icicles as they are brought out into the wind, that�s how cold it is! It�s that cold
that I�m turning into the snowman! Just imagine that! A snowman!! Me!! Argh!
Keep the carrots away from my face or Merlin help me�!!

Here he is with a warming charm over himself and he didn�t
even tell me� and I didn�t even think of it! I swear I�m turning into a muggle
more and more, I�m meant to be a
full-blooded wizard, brought up in the wizarding world and everything, how the
hell did I forget that I can just warm myself up with just a simple spell?! I�m
going to have to slap myself over the head as well if I keep this up.

Harry only chuckles. Chuckles!
So I do what�s best for a man walking on thin ice, I hit him again, a little
harder then before. Oh yes, I won�t let him chuckle at me and get away with it.
I will fight him!

Rubbing the back of his head and looking at me, still with
amusement � I swear this man never learns his lesson � I go to hit him again
but he catches my wrists and shakes his head at me while he clicks his tongue
in a small tsk. He�s actually tsking me! He gave me a real live tsk!
He will not live to see tomorrow if he keeps this up.

I try to tug my hand out of his grip but it only serves to
have my hand pulled up above my head and tugged in. I can feel Harry�s other
arm curling around my waist, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches me
with an amused expression while I try to get away. Oh, I admit, my attempt is
only half hearted, but I won�t let him know that.

After another failed tug to escape I stop and glare up at
him, �You better let me go Potter� I threaten, he will fear my threat and
release me, or my name isn�t Draco Malfoy.

Grinning Harry leans down and kisses my forehead, doing
anything but letting go� maybe I should have a look at my birth certificate.
I�ve been living a lie all my life! My name isn�t Draco Malfoy!

�I can put a warming charm on you� he offers, his hand
finally releasing my wrist and joining his other around my waist. My hand that
had been savagely held up above my head is now resting on his shoulder,
completely numb from the icy wind.

Oh he thinks he�s so
good, doesn�t he? Offering to put a charm on me, acting like a gentleman, a
gentleman I now he is not! He won�t
fool me into believing he�s a gentleman!

�I can do it myself, Potter� I huff. I will not turn into a
helpless heap, no matter how close he leans into me and no matter how tight he
holds me against his body. I refuse to fall into a helpless lovesick puddle of
goo.

Hear my words, I will not fall for these kisses, they�re
evil soul sucking kisses! I won�t give in! I am stronger then this! I will keep
my soul!!

�

I am sorry to admit that my body - against my will I shall
stress � begins to relax in the strong grip and return the kiss. Once again I
must stress that this is completely against
my will.

My other hand slides up his chest to rest on his shoulder
where I grip and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. I can feel his tongue
flicker over my lips, asking for permission that I�m not able to deny, even if
I desperately want to. Nor can I stop a small moan escaping when I feel his
arms pull me tighter against his body. He deepens the kiss, his arms releasing
my waist for a moment before they slip under my coat and wrap around me again,
his fingers creeping under my shirt and stroking my back.

Through his touch I can feel warmth spreading throughout my
body, almost like a furnace burning under my skin. It spreads all over my body
and it causes me to moan again at its warmth. I feel Harry�s lips curving
against my own, and it�s not long until I recognise the curve as a small grin.
And that�s when I realise that it�s not his touch alone that�s making me feel
this warmth spreading through me, it�s actually got nothing to do with the fact
that Harry has a magic touch� or in a sense it actually does have something to
do with that� and I�m not impressed.

I�m feeling warm because a certain someone just cast a certain something
over me. The nerve! This man had better have filled out his will, because it�s
just about to come into some use once I kill him. And he had better have left
me his television!

I pull back abruptly so that he can see my glare at full
force, and though I�m putting as much anger into my glare as I can manage Harry
still grins down at me.

�I�m not impressed� and even though this is a tiny weenie
lie I still manage to glare at him and make my words sound like I mean them to
their full extent. I mean, I�m always impressed when he uses wandless magic,
but I will never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
never, never ever let him know that!

�I�m not trying to impress you� he chuckles as he leans down
and gives me a small peck on the nose, �I don�t need to try� he stats with
obvious confidence as he gives me a wink.

Why that little runt!

�Potter, I don�t care if you�re the most powerful wizard in
the galaxy. I�d watch your back, and
yes, that�s a threat� I declare. This man can be so� Harry! Argh, it�s so
infuriating sometimes!

But my words only cause the ex-Gryffindor to chuckle at me
and let me go. �I�ll do just that� he states, once again resuming his walk, not
to mention the fact that he�s looking extremely casual as if a threat from
Draco Malfoy is nothing to fear. It looks as if he isn�t even taking my threat
seriously. Why the nerve!

�You listen here!� I begin, causing Harry to pause, standing
a few feet in front of me; he looks at me over his shoulder with a raised brow.
�You�re an insufferable g-�

My words die out suddenly as I jump almost an inch of the
ground. There�s a loud crackle � almost like thunder, but it can�t be thunder
because the only clouds in the sky are light, and they hardly look dark enough
to cause the loud crackle.

I don�t know what they sound is, Harry and I are still
looking at each other, both of us looking shocked into silence. It seems as if
time has suddenly slowed down, everything around me seems to loose its sound
and movement. It�s all just still, as if also in shock at the sound. Throughout
this entire moment my eyes are locked with Harry�s, we�re both just looking at
each other in this frozen moment that seems to last forever.

I�m just starting to think that a freezing charm has been
placed over us when everything suddenly picks up again, sounds comes rushing
back and with it comes the movement, everything comes back louder and father
then ever before, startling me.

I don�t even realise that my heart has moved into my throat,
or that my breath has been lost somewhere down in my stomach which is knotted. All
sound has come rushing back, filling my ears, making me almost go deaf � it�s
like I can suddenly hear everything twice as loud � But it�s what I see that
seems causes my eyes to widen and my stomach to twist painfully, almost making
me throw up.

In front of me, no more then ten feet away was Harry. He had
been smiling, giving me a smug look as I was yelling at him, but now� Now his
small cry of pain has hit my ears like a boats fog horn, his knees giving way
beneath his weight seems to happen so fast, like a cheetah running it�s fastest
on an open field. I�m watching in complete surprise and bewilderment as Harry
collapses onto his knees, a cry of pain escaping his lips as his hands moves to
his chest � just near his shoulder.

Something�s wrong! Something�s happened to Harry!

As soon as this realisation has struck me I run forward, my
legs feel like they are about to collapse from under me, they feel too numb to
move, too clumsy, but I move them and I run to Harry with something blocking my
throat. I collapse in front of him and grab his shoulders, stopping him from
falling to the pavement. My wide eyes are moving over him, searching
frantically for something, anything that
will assure me that Harry�s fine and that whatever this is, is a practical
joke, and April fools. But it�s not, Harry is not smiling, he is not assuring
me that it was just some harmless joke� this is not a joke.

�Harry!� I cry, I can vaguely feel fear and panic building
behind my eyes, pushing tears forwards and down my cheeks. His eyes are closed
and his face is contorted in pain as he groans, his head dropping forward, onto
my shoulder. �Harry?!� I don�t know whether to pull
away and search him for his injury or to just hold him. �Harry please� what�s wrong?� I almost feel hysterical as he doesn�t
answer and instead gives another cry as I push him back by his shoulders. �Please�
Harry� Pl-� My eyes widen as I pull my hand back from his shoulder, I look at
my palm, my fingers spreading apart� its red� why is my hand red? What�s wrong
with my hand? Why is it red?

Slowly � my stomach feels heavy and my throat feels too
tight to throw up � I raise my gaze from my hand and towards Harry�s shoulder,
his jacket and shirt have a whole� hi-his scarf� his scarf is stained a darker
black. My breath hitches as I look back to my hand then to Harry�s shoulder. �H-Harry��

He�s bleeding! Harry�s bleeding! H-his blood� it�s on my
hands�

I can hear some murmuring in the background, I can vaguely
hear a crowed gathering and murmuring amongst themselves. What do they think
they�re doing?! Why are they here?! Help! Harry needs help! Why aren�t they
calling the ambulance!? Why are they just standing there.

�Harry?!�

Tears are running down my head, why isn�t he opening his
eyes?! Why� why can�t he open his eyes and look at me?! I shift,
my stained hand is shaking as I place it against the side of Harry�s face. He
moans, his brows are furrowed and his face is pale, there are tears emerging
behind his lashes, falling down his cheeks as he cries again as he moves
slightly� His in pain�

Why hasn�t anyone called for help? Why are they all just
standing there staring?

This can�t be happening, Harry� he can�t� he can�t�

Why isn�t there any help?!

�Call an ambulance!� I shout, as I wipe the small tears from
Harry�s cheeks. �Harry� Please, you�re going to be fine� I whisper as I allow
him to collapse against me again, his cry is muffled as he turns his face into
my neck.

My demand seemed to jump start the muggles into action as
they pulled mobiles out and dialled.

�Please�� I close my eyes and burry my face into his hair as
I hold him. He�s in pain, his entire body is trembling - he�s in shock�

This doesn�t happen� this can�t happen. I was with Harry
only moments ago� He was fine just moments ago, acting cocky and smiling at me�

This can�t be happening� this must be some kind of
nightmare, like the ones I have on occasion where Harry picks up and leaves me,
or someone takes him away from me� It has to be one of those nightmares. Any
minute now I�m going to wake up to find Harry holding me tightly and brushing
my hair from my face. I�ll wake up and see him smiling gently down at me�

�

Why aren�t I waking up! I can�t handle this nightmare
anymore! I want to wake up! Harry!!

In the distance I can hear that annoying sound, the one that
an ambulance makes as it rushes to the rescue, the sound that I�m normally
complaining about and holding my hands over my ears to block out its awful
screeches; instead though, I look up and towards the distant sound, only to be
shocked to see it stopping just near me.

Two men jump out of the vehicle, both looking towards Harry
and I in worry. One moves towards us while the other
opens the doors and pulls out a small cot on wheels.

Kneeling beside me the ambulance driver looks over Harry,
it�s easy to see the worry in his eyes as he moves to check Harry�s pulse when
he notices where he was shot.

He shouts over his shoulder to his companion, and for some
reason I can�t hear what it is that he�s saying. I look continue to hold Harry,
I can�t let him go, even when the ambulance drive starts to try and remove my
arms. They pull my arms off him and then move Harry, as they lift him onto the
bed I hear him moan, his head moving to the side, his eyes closed, lips parted.
He looks hurt� he�s pale and once again my eyes wounder to the wound� there�s
more blood, it just keep coming, staining his clothes. The ambulance driver
holds something against the wound; it seems to make Harry feel more pain.

When a heavy hand rests on my shoulder I jump and look up,
my gaze locking with deep brown, I can see the mans lips moving but I can�t
hear anything. I only blink and numbly obey as I�m pulled up to my feet. I
manage to stand shakily, I can see the blood on my hands and as I look down on
myself I see the blood on the front of my shirt, staining it, making it stick
to my chest. Harry�s blood�

I know the man that�s guided me away from Harry is talking
to me, I can hear the very distant words, but I can�t bring myself to reply. I
can�t even bring myself to turn away from Harry and look to the man talking to
me. I feel numb, everything seems to be so unreal that I feel like I could
pinch my arm and it�d force me to sit bolt upright in bed, back at Harry�s
place, and if I look over my shoulder I�ll see Harry slowly waking up and
looking back at me� but I can�t even bring myself to move my hands. I want to
wake up, there�s nothing more I want then to wake up right now and find Harry
beside me assuring me that it was all a nightmare, I don�t want to think that
what�s happening around me can even be close to real� but I know it is�

I feel an arm over my shoulders, guiding me somewhere, but I
don�t get a chance to see where, before I even take a step in the directions
I�m being guided, I feel my body close down, my mind and sight suddenly falling
black and numb� Maybe I�m waking up?

To Be Continued�
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