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Chapter
6 - Awareness

The
worst of it was that it wasn’t really Potter’s fault. No,
he knew better than that, he thought bitterly. It was obvious it had
been planned to look that way, they expected the mudblood
to die for the Golden boy; and to his everlasting sorrow he suspected
it was his
father who
had planned it. They knew the ever loyal little bookworm - “his
bookworm” he
thought painfully - would protect Potter with her last breath, with
everything she had. And of course, that’s exactly what she
did...

It
had happened during the Hogsmeade visit he had missed; he’d
heard something about the attack before breakfast but didn’t
pay attention to the murmurs until he noticed her absence.

He
went to the hospital wing to visit the first year Slytherin who had
been present at the scene; Hermione had caught him sneaking to the
visit and was taking him back to Hogwarts when they were ambushed.
She had pushed him into the bushes to protect him and during the
fight the clumsy
mudblood
fell into the way of a curse meant for Potter.

The
ungrateful little slug made it sound like an accident.

But
that didn’t matter; it was then he heard the hushed whisper
between that incompetent nurse and the old fool they called
headmaster.

How
many times had he informed it to his father when he was spying over
the hideous dream team? How many times had he explained just how they
didn’t need him to break her to have Potter coming to them for
revenge?

It
tortured him to remember. How stupid had he been to be relieved by
his silence. He should have guessed… No, he should have known
they were working on a bigger scheme! Wasn’t he after all, the
one who told them every-little-bloody-detail?!
HIM!

Yeah,
of course Potter would be devastated by the loss of the mudblood, but
the pain would be unbearable if he thought the demise of his friend
was his fault. It not only served as a diversion; it was meant to be
a demoralizing taunt that would bring the unsuspected boy to the Dark
Lord’s lair before the funeral took place.

Knowing
Pothead as he did, the Golden Boy would certainly seek revenge by
himself. Virtually served on a silver plate!

All
thanks to his
information; how smug he had felt at the time, and how desperately
hollow he felt now.

The
knowledge of it being him,
and not Potter, the one responsible for her state in the infirmary
was eating at his insides. He walked to his classes and ate in
perpetual silence, often seen with a lost stare in his eyes. None of
his so called “friends” knew how to deal with him. No one
dared to approach him.

He
couldn’t stop brooding over the letters he had sent to his
father, the guilt in his chest digging a hole in his conscience. It
was suffocating him like a growing pressure slowly growing and not
letting him breath. It was a wound inside that he could feel
stretching over his heart; slowly dying for having been part of a
plot that was killing her just as slow? As he accepted what he had
been denying all this time. Even if he couldn’t voice it, he
could no longer deny it.

He
didn’t even get the luxury Potter gained by staying at her
side. Karma was definitely a conniving bitch.

On
the fourth day after the attack he decided he had to end his pitiable
attitude and stop the pathetic grieving Gryffindor. She wasn’t
dead yet. And she wasn’t going to be. Simply because he didn’t
think he could live with that.

It
was late in the evening when he sneaked into the infirmary room to
meet Potter…

*

“Get
the fuck out, Malfoy!” Harry said in a hoarse voice. Ron had
been thrown out of the room by Madam Pomfrey, she had given up on
Harry on the second day…

Draco
walked closer to her bed ignoring Harry. He wanted to look at her one
more time, wanted to make sure he had a last sight of her before he
parted and he wanted her to remind him why he was going to do this.
Merlin knew he needed every little incentive he could get so he never
looked away from her as he spoke:

“Everything
always revolves around you, doesn’t it Potter?”

“Shut
the fuck up, Malfoy! You don’t know what you’re talking
about!” Draco could hear the pain behind his words.

Oh,
I know exactly what I’m talking about…
“On the contrary Potter, I can tell; the guilt is eating you
inside out. Looking at her just makes the gush in your heart grow
larger but you are too terrified to leave her side.”

“Just
leave, Malfoy” Harry said defeated, he seemed to have given up
the fight.

“The
thing, Potter, is that what you’re feeling is a lie. You see,
Pothead, it’s not really your fault she’s laying on this
bed. The curse was never intended to hit you, she was the target
since the beginning and you just had to be around when it happened.”

“She
took a hit meant for ME, Malfoy! Shut your fucking trap!”

“That’s
why you had to be there, Potter, it had to look that way.”

“And
you expect me to believe that?!”

Draco
sighed, “It’s not what I expect that matters; it’s
what is expected from you. All they have to do now is wait; wait for
you to come to them. It’s not like the thought hasn’t
crossed your mind. That’s the trick. The whole purpose of their
little scheme.”

Draco
made sure he looked at him before he said. “If you go Potter,
they win. They win and her sacrifice will be for nothing. You don’t
want that, do you?” Malfoy said with a sneer on his face

“And
why are you here, Malfoy? What’s in it for you? Why the fuck
should I listen to you!”
Harry asked, voicing his disbelief…

A
smile curled upon Draco’s lips: “Oh you know I’m
telling the truth, you are not that stupid, you wouldn’t have
survived this long otherwise. As for what’s in it for me…”
He took this time to look at her again, “The guilt is eating at
me too. But unlike you, Potter, my guilt is real. It was me
who planted the idea on their heads, me
who
gave them the means to carry it out and me
who neglected to see what was so obviously going to happen…”

He
lifted a hand to trace it across her cheek and lowered himself to
press a small kiss on her forehead. He closed his eyes before he
pulled away.

“I’m
sure it was my father who cursed her…”

Harry
was looking at him with contempt but didn’t stop him. He had
never seen Malfoy show any kind of emotion; and he had never imagined
to see sorrow reflected on his features. Much less sorrow for the
state of his friend, so he let him continue.

“…I
think I can figure out the curse he used but I need to go to the
Manor to do it. I just need time to get the counter-curse, and that’s
what you’re going to give me, Potter. You’re going to
wait here and not do anything rushed until I get back. I need them to
be busy preparing for you, so you just have to stay here and take
care of her.”

With
that Draco left the infirmary before Harry could say anything.

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