Chapter twelve

Draco woke up aching everywhere. For a second he wondered why. He wondered why everything hurt. He wondered why his bed was suddenly rock hard. He wondered why the light in his room was blinding. Then he remembered he wasn't in his room. Draco sat bolt upright, memories flooding back. He took in his surroundings. He was in a muggle hospital. To his left was a young girl asleep with a ghastly wound in her leg. To his right... Was Harry. He jumped up fast and knelt by his bed.

"Harry please wake up," he whispered, burying his head in the bed. "Please Harry, please." He felt his eyes sting as he realised he was crying. It hurt- not his body, his heart ached.

"Dr-Draco?" a voice said, so quietly Draco wasn't sure whether it was a figment of his imagination. He looked up wiping away a tear. There were bright emerald eyes looking into his own- Harry's eyes. He sobbed in relief and threw his arms around him. "Draco... What... Did you- did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That your father was going to..."

"What? No of course not! Harry, do you honestly think I would let anyone hurt you?" Harry shook his head.

"So what's going to happen to him?"

"I assume some aurors will put him into Azkaban," Draco said cooly.

"And you're okay with that?"

"He hurt you Harry. If the dementors didn't kill him, I would."

"So what happens now?" Draco faltered.

"I don't know."

"Well, we could go and stay with Ron?"

"The family hates me. Especially the girl."

"She doesn't hate you." At that point a nurse walked in.

"Good, you're awake. If you both feel alright, then you can go. The authorities have some questions for you though." Muggle policemen asked them about what had happened, and the boys told a more muggle excepted version of the story.

The rode the night bus to the Weasleys' house- a new and terrifying experience for Draco. Harry knocked on the door. Ron answered.

"Harry! And Malfoy, hi. What are you guys doing here?"

"It's a long story. Can we come in?" Harry said.

"Sure. Mum Harry and Malfoy are here!" Ron lead Harry and Draco through the front door into the messy kitchen. Draco was almost shocked about how much Harry acted like he was home. Molly Weasley entered the kitchen.

"Hello, Harry dear. And hello Draco."

"Hi, Mrs Weasley," Harry said.

"I don't know how many times I've asked you to call me Molly! Now, not meaning to sound rude, but why are you here? I thought you were staying at Malfoy Manor all holiday."

"There um... Was an incident," Harry said. "Long story short we can't stay there anymore. Is it okay for us to stay here? We have nowhere else to go."

"Of course! Ron would you show them the spare room?" Ron nodded.

"Come on." He lead them up the many stairs, past a bedroom. The door was open slightly, and Draco could see a girl with red hair lying in a bed reading. She looked up as they passed and glared at Harry. Draco snarled at her. It was Ginny- Ron's sister who had been dating Harry. Draco hated her.

A/N thank you so much for almost 1k reads! Oh my gods I never thought so many people would read my story I was literally expecting two! Thanks for all the votes and comments two I see every single one of them and they make my day! I love each and every one of your and you are all gorgeous and fantastic xx

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