Author: Alyssa Keserra
Rating: Currently something like PG-13? Definitely going up in the future
Pairing: Harry/Draco Warning: none yet... except ummm i'm still new to all this so... don't expect the world Summary: A misfired spell. In the enemy's clutches. Nothing is as it seems
Disclaimer: It's all J.K. Rowling's, i'm just borrowing it to twist and maim to my own devious purposes. No worries, she'll get them back in the end.
He felt Malfoy topple to the floor with a violent scream, and wondered if he was going to get squashed as the space in the pocket shrank and he found himself having trouble breathing. He curled up into a ball, closing his eyes and covering his ears trying to block out Malfoy's screams of pain, his heart going out to his ex-nemesis. After what could have been 2 minutes or 2 seconds, the shaking stopped and all Harry could hear was Malfoy's harsh breathing. Maybe everyone else had gone and it was just him and Malfoy left in the graveyard.
Slowly uncurling himself, he stood up and began to make his way towards the light where he could see huge blades of grass casting shadows on each other. Malfoy must still be lying on the floor he realised and he couldn't help but wonder how badly hurt the boy was. Slowly inching closer to the edge of the pocket, he stopped dead still at the sound of Malfoy's hissing groan before he found himself falling back into the pocket as Malfoy must have righted himself and stood up slightly shakily. He heard the sharp hiss of pain as Malfoy tried to straighten up and couldn't help but wonder if Malfoy was crying until the sound of a quiet pop made his guard come up almost as fast as Malfoy's suddenly had.
"Let me take you back, your mother will be worried." Snape. There was no question about it, he didn't sound even the slightest bothered though.
"No Thank You, Professor, I don't require your help" 'WAHEY!' Harry cheered in his head already feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with the boy; 'Go Malfoy! Tell him where to stick it! Go on!'
"I'll have you recall Mr. Malfoy, that I am no longer your Professor."
"No. You're not are you? You're nothing more than a fellow eater of death" Malfoy sneered before apparating away.
Climbing back onto his Firebolt, Harry flew back up to the top of Malfoy's pocket to peek out again and almost fell off in shock at what he saw. 'Merlin's Yellow and Green stripy socks! This is Malfoy Manor? THIS? No wonder Malfoy's like he is. It's bigger than Buckingham Palace!' he thought as he openly stared at the absolutely enormous mansion in front of him. Lush green lawns, perfectly groomed gardens, and the largest most magnificent white building he had ever seen. Ironic that it was white though considering their association with the dark arts.
However Malfoy made no attempt to go towards the house, in stead veering to the left, onto an immaculate sand-like pathway that went through a wall of trees to a small secluded garden. Harry couldn't help but feel horribly out of place in the immaculate garden where Malfoy fit in like a leaf on a tree. The air was cool despite the fact it was the end of July and a soft breeze lingered carrying the fresh smell of grass to his nose. He wondered what had happened at Privet Drive, they'd be worried about him and here he was, on Malfoy property not even 7cm in height. What would they be doing to find him? Would they even find him?
Malfoy slipped of his robe quickly with a soft sigh and spread it out on the grass before he sat on a step leading upwards to another part of the garden that Harry couldn't see. Lying flat on his stomach, Harry watched warily as Malfoy pulled off his shirt and couldn't help the gasp that fell from his lips as he saw Malfoy's chest. Malfoy stilled and cocked his head at the quiet sound and Harry swallowed nervously realising he really wasn't far from being caught. Deciding there was nothing there, Malfoy looked down and ran his hand carefully down one of the cuts before shuddering and picking up his wand and casting a quick 'Scourgify' and Harry could see they were not fresh wounds, merely wounds opened by the Crucio, but that didn't prevent the horror that came over him as he saw the number of cuts and scars. He could see that they were not the Sectumsempra scars; they were newer, deeper and redder, but that didn't stop the shameful feeling of guilt as he remembered cursing the crying boy.
He watched as Malfoy cast a few healing charms over his wounds effectively sealing them up before pulling his shirt back over his head. Malfoy's slim hands were beginning to shake and Harry realised that he was at the end of his energy reserves and needed rest, though probably not sprawled out in a bloody t-shirt in the gardens effectively marring the perfection. Malfoy closed his eyes and pressed his hands down into the stone as if though it would make the shaking stop, his face tilted upwards and the moonlight catching at his hair and casting dark shadows across his fair skin. Taking in a few shaky breaths, Malfoy picked up his wand again and tried to clean up his t-shirt and robes, but the wand fell from his fingers almost as soon as he tried. Accepting his defeat, Malfoy picked up his wand again and put it in his pocket before pulling the robes back on and making his way out of the garden.
Malfoy walked calmly if not a little slowly up the path towards the house, pausing to rinse his hand in a fountain en route as he realised there were smudged blood stains on it. Harry found his attention once again distracted by the home of his enemy, reflecting moonlight almost back at the moon, causing it to almost shimmer in the moonlight. Malfoy paused at the door again to catch his breath that had been sounding increasingly ragged on the journey upwards. Pressing his lips into a tight line he pushed the front door open and stepped into the dark foyer of his home, glad to find it devoid of life.
"Draco?" Or so he had thought...