The Fight
Hitting another puff of weed, Draco passes it off to Theo to finish off the rest. He’s been feeling slightly light-headed and wanted some fresh air. He grips onto Theo’s forearm as he tries to get up, “Je dois sortir.”
Theo nods and motions to follow Blaise, who is across the room talking to some Hufflepuff girls. Immediately cutting off whatever conversation he was having, Blaise followed them outside the slytherin common room.
Leaning against the many pillars outlining the courtyard, Draco sits down to catch his breath. The air leaves a funny feeling on his tongue, and the grass feels like they’re slithering around his limbs, pulling him down. Suddenly, there’s a rush of sickness making its way up his stomach, and without warning, Draco leans down next to the columns and spills the remnants of today’s dinner.
“Mon Dieu,” Blaise is quick to stabilize the stumbling Draco and holds his hair out of his face as Draco continues to throw up, “Theo, go grab some water.” Blaise gently shoves Theo to hurry, and Theo disappears quickly into the castle in search of some water.
After a good five minutes of emptying his entire stomach, Draco’s vision becomes hazy and tired. Looking down at the mess on his clothes, he looks at Blaise with tears in his eyes. “My clothes are ruined…” Tears spill from his big grey eyes, “I need new clothes…”
“I’m not leaving you here alone, mi amor,” Blaise strokes his hair as more tears fall.
“Please… please, Blaise?” Draco grips his puke-stained knit. “I can’t go back to the common room like this.”
Looking around for signs of Theo coming back, Blaise looks down into Draco’s red, teary eyes, then sighs, “Fine, but you can’t wander. Lay down on the grass and try to stay awake,” he helps Draco find his balance while sitting on the grass as he stands up and goes back to the dungeons for new clothes.
Draco sees Blaise disappear into the hallways, and he is quick to fall on the grass. His heart paces a little faster as he tries extra hard to stay awake. Looking up at the night sky, he reaches up to measure the distance between the stars. The tip of his index finger lands on the brightest star in the night sky, Sirius. Ironic. Then, to the left of it is the brightest planet that can be seen in September, Venus.
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The moon was at its fullest tonight, and the light from the night sky was shown directly into the beloved savior's face. Casting a quick temptus charm, Harry realizes it’s still 4 am, but by going back to sleep out of the window (literally), he begrudgingly stands up from bed and decides to go on a run around the castle.
Grabbing a bottle of water from under his bed, he puts on some muggle running shoes and workout clothes before running down the Gryffindor Tower common room.
After a good hour of continuous running, Harry slows down and heads towards the lake to watch the sunrise. Heading towards the courtyard that led down to the lake, he notices a figure basking under the moonlight. A fairy, perhaps, who was laying on the slightly wet, dewy grass, her hair matching the color of the moon sprawled around her like a thousand patronus spells, reaching towards the sky.
He decides to get closer to inspect, but as he gets closer and closer, he realizes that that’s not a fairy at all, but a vomit-covered, yet still weirdly beautiful, Draco Ferrit Malfoy.
“Oi, what are you doing here,” Harry starts to walk over as he leans down to Draco’s level “You fucking stink.”
Draco, his vision still incredibly hazy, saw his view of the night sky blocked by a tall brown hair figure. Lifting his arms towards the man, he makes a slight grunting sound to help him sit upright.
Reluctantly, Harry grabs Draco’s wrists and pulls his upper body to a sitting position. Before Harry can say anything, Draco suddenly jerks forward to grab Harry by his shoulders and spits up again, but this time, on Harry’s shirt.
Harry’s eyes go wide, and before being able to comprehend anything that has just happened, Draco proceeds to throw up again. Tears begin to run down Draco’s face as he starts coughing excessively.
“What the fuck-” Harry claps his large hands around Draco’s mouth to cover any air from going into his throat, “Just breathe through your nose. Letting any air through your mouth will make you cough and throw up again.”
Draco’s eyes widen as he makes eye contact with who he now assumed was Theo. Draco closes his eyes and tries to focus on his breathing.
After a few seconds, the pain resting on his lungs and stomach was gone, and the hand on his face was lifted. Draco then leans in, closer and closer, to Harry’s face, giving him a peck on the cheeks. “Thank you, love.”
Again, left bewildered, Harry pushes Draco to the ground, his head hitting the ground with a loud thump, knocking him out cold. At the exact moment, Blaise emerges from the hallway.
“Get the fuck away from him!” Blaise runs up to Harry and punches his square in the jaw. Harry, by instinct, stumbles backward, catching himself with his arms. He rolls himself up from the grassy field and lunges himself at Blaise.
Not long after, Theo comes to break them apart, joining in the fight and trying to pry Harry off Blaise. With Draco lying unconscious on the ground, Blaise, Theo, and Harry break into a brawl, catching the prefect's attention on duty.
The next day, a still-hungover Draco leans on Pansy’s shoulder. “Where are those two?” Pansy asks Draco, who is falling in and out of slumber. “Were you not with them yesterday?”
“Not sure…” Draco replied. He honestly did not know where Blaise and Theo were. This morning, he woke up in an empty bed with the two boys, nowhere to be found. He had to get ready and brush his hair all by himself.
Right then, the door to the great hall opens with a loud boom. A badly beat-up Harry, Theo, and Blaise walk in, with Filch following them close behind. Harry had a deep purple eye with a busted lip, while Theo and Blaise had multiple random bruises scattered around their arms and faces. Splitting to their respective tables, Harry sits at the Gryffindor table and gives Draco the nastiest glare that Draco is all too familiar with but hasn’t seen in a while.
Draco, unable to break eye contact with Harry, doesn’t notice Blaise and Theo sitting on either side of him. Finally breaking out of his stare, Draco directs his attention back to Theo, who pressed his forehead against Draco’s bony shoulder.
“Where have you two been? And who did this to you?” Draco strokes his fingers across Theo’s bandaged cut on his cheek.
Blaise shrugs and nods towards the Gryffindor table, “Who do you think?”
Draco, if he couldn’t look more confused, knitted his eyebrows. “And why?”
“I’m too fucking tired,” Blaise rubs the balls of his hands in his eyes and whinces at the newly discovered bruise on his nose. “I’m gonna need a nurse.”
Draco shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “I’m so glad that St. Potty didn’t punch the humor out of you.”
Maybe I can ask Harry later…