Draco....the healer?
"-ter.....-otter......potter....Harry"
Harry slowly opened his emerald eyes. His head was pounding heavily and his ears were ringing as if a train had run over him.
He couldn't recall what had happened but he knew that something was wrong he felt this searing pain and wait
where was he?
his eyes scanned his surrounding intently
he was in a bathroom? how!?
he couldn't recall how he ended up here
until........
"Finally awake from your princess nap Potter?"
Draco stood there leaning against the door. There was a hint of concern in his silver-grey eyes an-
wait Draco?
In a flash, Harry saw it all
the moment the giant snake had struck, its tail waddling behind. The way its eyes had shone with hatred.The way he hit that tile The blood pouring from his wound, soaking his robes as he collapsed to the ground.
His memories flooded back to him as He remembered the look on Draco's face as he had carried him here. That gentle but worried twitch in his eyes; the way his eyebrows furrowe.
The way he had hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to help him, and the way his eyes had been filled with guilt and shame.
It was all too much to process. Harry gently rubbed the side of his head with his hands his vision became clearer
looked up meeting Draco's eyes and the sight in front of him gave him a mini heart attack
His fingernails were covered in dirt. His hair was messy. He had a tiny cut on his cheekbone. Harry had to force his eyes off his heart rumbling like a train
A sharp pain flared through Harry's midsection. He tried to sit up but his body refused to cooperate. His mind was still reeling and he couldn't focus... He gritted his teeth stiffly the pain growing worse as he tried to hold back the tears.
Draco stepped back once more, seemingly not knowing what to do and how to act. His hands were twitching slightly, and he looked like he wanted to help Harry. For some reason seeing Harry clenched his teeth from the gut-wrenching made Draco's heartache. Draco raised his hand as if to offer help, but stopped himself.
"Don't," Harry muttered finally, pushing himself up and looking at Draco without blinking. "w-what happened?"
Harry whimpered, breathing shallowly
Draco shifted awkwardly as if he wasn't sure what to say next.
He stared dumbfounded at Harry for a moment before speaking.
"We fought a basilisk," he said, his eyes fixed on Harry's. "You were injured an-"
"I remember all of that what happened after that?"
"you were cut pretty badly I had to find a way to save you; I do not condone why as it would've been easier had I let you get killed"
Harry rolled his eyes dramatically.
"-But for some reason, I did save you perhaps because I didn't want to be found with a "dead boy who lived" Moreover I cut a chunk of your robes and wrapped them around your wound-."
"you cut up my robes!??"
Harry exclaimed loudly in disbelief
"would you rather I let you die?"
Draco raised his eyebrows irritated with the interruption
"Saint Potter, do you think anyone would've saved you if I wasn't there??
you should be grateful I even healed you
I had no reason to heal you; you have no value to me"
Draco shrugged in indifference.
Harry didn't say anything, his expression was unreadable yet he felt hurt by what Draco had said
In addition, he felt guilty he shouldn't have asked such a ridiculous question
after all, draco did save his life way but these dress robes were the only clothes gifted to him since he started living with the Dursleys. After a moment, Draco sighed
"look Potter I have no reason to be here
You are awake and seem to be in a fair condition
I'll call for madame Pomfrey as I head out "
"Why?" Harry asked softly. Deep in thought
Draco stopped in his tracks agitated
"Why what?"
Draco turned to face Harry with an impatient look.
"Why did you help me?"
"you don't seem to care whether I die or not. In fact
I'm pretty sure you would be delighted to have me dead."
Harry said determined to uncover any secret Draco has hidden
"so why did you do it?"
Draco sighed folding his arms
"because I didn't need your blood on my hands
it's filthy and disgusting
it's bad as it is that you've ruined my robes"
Just now Harry noticed that his head was laid on something soft and tender.
Harry had never thought that Draco would do something like that for him. His enemy had risked his own life to save him, and now he was treating his wound without even asking anything in return.
"-I'll have to burn them.
no burning them won't do
I might as well feed them to a dragon
you're lucky I can't tell my father abo-"
"that's not it. You don't care about being blamed if I die," Harry said coldly. "If you did, you wouldn't have bullied me all these years."
Harry cut in again with a persistent look
"you did it for a reason. you wouldn't save just anyone; I've seen you laugh at a kid that was on fire
you even cursed Kate with the internal desire to kill Dumbledore you were smirking and making fun of Hermione after you insulted her so why did you save me?"
Harry thought about Draco's kindness. Why had he helped him? What could possibly justify his actions?They ey were enemies. They'd always been rivals, always been at odds. And yet, for some reason, Draco had still done everything he could to save his life.
Draco's eyes narrowed for a moment but he remained silent and expressionless.
"It's Voldemort, isn't it?"
Draco flinched at the mention of his name and clenched his fists tightly
the air in the room shifted. It became colder and darker like an abyss.
He glared at Harry with an internal fury
"you dare say his name Potter?"
"answer me Malfoy"
Draco thought back to all the times Harry had saved him. There had been so many times where he had been in danger and Harry, without a second thought, had swooped in at the last minute to rescue him. Even though they were enemies, harry had always jumped in the face of danger to not let him die. It was something that Draco had always admired about Harry. His braveness and faithfulness to others.
Draco had to lie. He couldn't be honest not now and not ever. No matter how much Draco's heart yearned for Harry, he couldn't betray his family. He couldn't betray Voldemort. As that would lead to his immediate death. And not only that but his family as well
And even if he wasn't dead till then, he knew that if he openly admitted that he cared about Harry, his father would disown him. He had grown up with such pressure, such expectations. He was supposed to be perfect, to be better than everyone else in ever. having a disgraceful son like him wasn't acceptable
So Even though deep down, he didn't want to lie. He wanted to tell Harry the truth. He had to. He couldn't risk it.
Draco's heart ached, and he suddenly found himself wishing that things could be different. He wished that he could be honest with Harry.
Draco frowned, his shoulders tensing as he glared at Harry. He looked angry and guilty at the same time.
"Yes," he replied through gritted teeth. "you're the dark lord's and the dark lord's alone."
"He would rather kill you himself," Draco said quietly, his tone darkening. Voldemort was evil. Voldemort was powerful. Voldemort wanted Harry dead. That was nothing new
Harry's heart sank low in his chest. Any hope that maybe Draco didn't have some ulterior motive was gone. He felt the truth of Draco's words sink into him, Voldemort wanted Harry dead, and Draco had saved him to give Voldemort his chance.
Of course he didn't care about him. It was bazaar to even think about it. Yes, It stung him to hear it but he wasn't surprised. Draco always wanted something. He's selfish and unreliable. It's no wonder that expected something in return for helping him. He probably wanted to offer Harry to the dark lord and watch him with a sadistic look as he kills him brutally
"Bet you would gladly watch as Voldemort rips me apart" Harry said with venom in his tone
Draco scowled. "It would bring me a great deal of pleasure to see you die at the hands of the dark lord," he spat, his anger taking over. using his hatred as a mask to hide his true emotions
"But I wouldn't mind killing you myself," he whispered in a much softer voice. His face was cold, his lips curled into a disdainful sneer, but his eyes were sad and regretful. He hadn't meant to say that last part. He hoped that Harry wouldn't be able to hear it.
Dracos lips were curved into a grim smile, hiding the pain and regret that he felt deep down. He couldn't show his true emotions, not with Voldemort watching him so closely. He had to be strong, to be cold and harsh. But even though he felt anger and hatred towards Harry, he also felt remorse for having hurt him.
As he left, Draco wanted nothing more than to go back and tell Harry the truth. But He couldn't. He had to continue the act for as long as he could.
So ,without another word, Draco's walked out of the room.