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Shattered	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14159 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Mate… Draco is still a prat. Nothing you can do about that,” Ron said as Harry paced through the common room. Draco had been back in school a grand total of three days and other than terrorize other students and never being seen alone, ever, nothing at all seemed to have changed. It was really annoying Harry, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.
“He was attacked, Ron. He’s not just fine. I know he’s not,” Harry argued.
Ron sighed some and Harry could just imagine what his best friend was thinking right then. Probably something along the lines of Harry having lost his mind. “Look, you can’t force the git to let you help him. And if he’s still cursing Neville all the time he can’t be that broken up about it,” Ron reasoned.
Harry stopped mid step and turned to stare in utter disbelief. Ron instantly turned a bright red color at the stare. “Alright… that was bad,” he admitted. “But he’s not even trying to be different. He’s still acting like a stuck up prat with a chip on his shoulder. He’s been gone months… maybe his parents got him counseling with all those galleons they have laying around.”
Harry made a face. It was possible but he couldn’t see the ultra proud Malfoys doing something like hiring a counselor for their son. Even if he was raped and left unconscious in a classroom. But Ron did have a point in that there wasn’t really anything Harry could do. If Draco didn’t want help it wasn’t like he could be forced to take it. And he was acting remarkably like his old self. Not a glimmer of that heart wrenching pain that Harry had seen the day Draco had left. Just the regular cold aloofness that was so typical Malfoy.
With nothing more than annoyance at the situation and absolutely no way to solve it, Harry decided to finally turn in for the night. Though it wasn’t by any means a peaceful sleep. Harry kept having horrid broken up nightmares.
In his dreams he would see Draco’s wand flying across the room before his cloaked attacker lunged at him. The sound of a fist meeting flesh was sickening and he could practically feel it when Draco’s nose broke and began to stream blood down his already swollen lip.
The attacker would slap the blonde hard before going for his clothes. Draco would start to struggle again as his clothes were ripped but the one Harry couldn’t see the face of would just slap him again and stomp on the boy’s leg. Draco would cry out but would still struggle even as his pants ripped.
Luckily, that was when Harry would wake up. He found it horrifying to dream up someone attacking Draco and ripping his clothes off. He didn’t want to know how horrible his imagination could be in imagining the Slytherin’s rape too. Figuring sleep wouldn’t be coming anyway, Harry decided he might as well get up and head down to breakfast a little early. The first wave of early risers would just be getting there so it wasn’t as if he were awake unreasonably early. Just far earlier than he usually was. Even Hermione didn’t usually get up this early unless finals were coming up or some equally pressing thing she needed to study for.
Harry shook his head to try and clear it and was just coming down the stairs when he spotted Draco leaving the Great Hall. The blonde was moving at such a fast walk Harry was sure he was just barely stopping himself from running. Draco rarely put that much speed into walking around school. He sauntered around more than anything. The only time he ran was the few times he’d been trying to get away from something.
More than a little concerned, Harry followed behind Crabbe and Goyle who were, like always, right on Draco’s heels. Draco darted into a bathroom and slammed the door behind him and apparently locked it since Crabbe and Goyle only stood there and waited.
Harry frowned and ducked behind a statue as the two apes turned to stand guard over the bathroom entrance. The minutes ticked by slowly and Harry was beginning to truly worry over what might have happened in the bathroom when the door reopened and Malfoy came out. He looked a bit paler than was normal for even him but other than that just as he usually did. “Come on,” he said to his friends as he headed down the hall. Harry watched them leave though now he was sure not everything was entirely right with Draco. He’d never seen the boy try so desperately to not run. Especially to the bathroom of all places. But for the life of him the Gryffindor could not figure out why Draco would be nearly running to the bathroom and then lock his friends out. The two apes went everywhere else with him and usually even went in the bathroom with him too. Not that Harry had been watching or anything…
Then again, maybe Draco had just really had to go to the bathroom. Harry was probably overreacting as usual. He shook his head some and tried to put the incident out of his head as he turned and made his way to breakfast. Thankfully, by the time he finished his first helping of eggs and bacon, Hermione showed up and successfully distracted him from the Draco situation by asking if he’d done his potion’s essay that was due that day. Since Harry had utterly forgotten about finishing it, he quickly dashed out of the Hall to try to at least get closer to the two and a half feet of writing that Snape demanded. He knew he’d never make the actual length but closer was better than nothing.
He spent every last second writing that he could before dashing off to classes and even then tried to squeeze a few more sentences in when he could. So much so that he was the last person to fall into his seat before Potions started. Or at least he thought so until he noticed something was off on the other side of the room. “Everyone take your seats,” Snape said as the door to the dungeon closed with a thud. Harry hated that sound. It was so… ominous.
“Today we will be creating the Pegeris Potion,” he said as the word scrolled across the blackboard. “Does anyone, other than Ms. Granger, know what the Pegeris Potion is?” he asked, hooded eyes sweeping across the room. Hermione frowned when nobody raised their hand and raised her own.
Snape glared. “I said other than you, Ms. Granger,” he said before sighing heavily. “The Pegeris Potion, as you should have learned from your homework, is a very potent fertility potion created so that rare species and bloodlines can be continued even when near extinction. Though since it tends to have severe side effects if not brewed properly the popularity of the Pegeris Potion is dwindling in favor of less potent versions. That being said, do try to avoid any of your usually spectacular ‘accidents’ in brewing today as I doubt any of you want to grow parasitic twins out of different parts of your anatomy,” he said, giving Neville a particularly hard look. “Your instructions are on the board and you have until the end of class.”
“Eugh, that side effect sounds bad,” Ron muttered as he started unpacking his ingredients. “Bad enough having Ginny around. Don’t need a ‘parasitic twin’ on top of it.”
Harry nodded in absent agreement even as he glanced on the other side of the room again. Something was still off. As he was dropping the dried scarabs in the mortar, it suddenly occurred to him what was off. Draco wasn’t in his usual seat. Why he wasn’t there Harry had no earthly idea but he didn’t have time to worry about it since Snape was already starting to make his rounds and make sure they were all working on their potions and, presumably, to keep someone from sprouting parasitic twins.
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