"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Harry yelled.
A small yelp escaped Draco's mouth before he collapsed behind the sink out of sight. Silence.

The silence seems to stretch on forever. Harry could not trust Malfoy enough to advance towards the sink. Wand still held warily in front of him, he edged cautiously forward until he saw something that caught his breath.

Blood- seeping steadily across the floor.

In an instant, Harry registered something had gone horribly wrong. Nearly dropping his wand, he ran towards the sink and barely managed to choke back a scream at the sight that greeted him.

Draco Malfoy was lying on the floor, looking paler than Harry had ever seen him. His eyes were closed tightly, face contorted in pain. He lay unmoving on the floor, blood soaking his Slytherin uniform. Harry could not even bring himself to see that crimson gaping slash that sliced through Draco's shirt, through his skin, where the blood is spilling out. He was not moving, in fact, he did not even seem to be breathing.

Harry dropped to his knees in front of Draco, looking almost as pale as Draco himself. The boy appeared unconscious, either due to pain or blood loss.
"Malfoy, Malfoy! Can you hear me?" Harry whispered frantically, barely finding his voice. He wanted to shake him, only fearing he would worsen the damage. The wound on his stomach looked so bad, gaping outwardly like some heinous mouth. The faint moving of Draco's chest is the only sign that indicated any sign of life in him.

What should he do? Find Mdm Promfrey? No, the hospital wing is too far from here, Draco may slip away any moment. That gash, it looked like his intestines may spill out any momen-

"Dobby!" Harry cried out in desperation, trying not to think what might happen. He was immensely relieved to hear the familiar loud CRACK as the elf apparates before him.
"Master Harry Potter called Dobby, sir?" Dobby asked eagerly. "What would-"
"Listen, Dobby. Go grab the emergency medical bag in the Gryffindor Common room now, please! And hurry!" Harry cut across hurriedly. Dobby stared at him and towards the unconscious Malfoy on the floor, "W-well yes! Harry Potter, sir!" The house elf bowed hastily and Disapparated.

Although it is only a matter of a few minutes, time seemed like a lifetime to Harry. A hundred thoughts that harry did not want to think about ran through his mind while waiting. For goodness sake, someone is bleeding to death here! What is taking Dobby so long? Harry thought nervously.

"Master Harry Potter! Here is what you want!" Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden reappearance on Dobby. Mouthing a quick word of thanks, he rummaged through the medical bag until he found the Cut-Healing potion which he used when he sliced himself accidentally while snipping his Firebolt some weeks ago. It had worked miracles then, Harry prayed that the same would happen now. With shaking hands, he emptied the entire bottle onto Malfoy's wound.

And exhaled sharply as the wound seem to be closing up.

"The wound is not as bad as it looks, sir. Dobby had seen worse in master Malfoy's dungeons." Dobby shivered at the thought. Harry nodded gratefully towards Dobby. "Could you help me make sure no one enters? Thanks Dobby." he asked weakly.

At the request of famous Harry Potter, Dobby nodded earnestly. "As you wish Master Harry Potter!" he squeaked. "Dobby will guard the room until master Harry Potter allows Dobby to leave!" with that, he disapparated once more.

Harry turned his attention back to Malfoy. Indeed, thankfully the wound did not seem to do as much damage as he thought it would. Draco's breathing started to become more even. A faint colour returned to his cheeks.

Harry stared. For once, he is looking at a Malfoy who was not smirking or scowling at him. The idea seem strangely comforting. He studied the unconscious boy's features closely. That almost white skin, his pale blond hair, and that elegant curve of his lips. Under the moonlight seeping in through the window, Draco Malfoy only looked even more ghost-like. Harry suddenly felt a pang on guilt shot through him. He might be Malfoy, but he is just a student like him after all. He might be working for Voldemort. But god knows what kind of threat he was threatened with to be forced to carry out those hideous tasks.

"I can't believe I did this to you, Malfoy." he muttered shakily. "We may not be the best of friends, in fact we are the worst. But this...nobody deserved it! Holy shit. I'm sorry Draco! Really...I'm sorry."

"I couldn't believe I would be alive enough to hear this." Harry's head jerked up at Malfoy's voice, feeling a warm tinge in his cheeks to be heard by him. The boy seemed to have regain consciousness, but his eyes were still tightly shut, as though afraid to face the reality of the world when he awakens.

"Erm...are you okay now?" Harry asked awkwardly.

"Do I look okay to you? Is your observation skills nearly as bad as your looks?" came the sarcastic reply.
Harry nodded stiffly. "Good, if you're saying this kind of stuff, I don't see there is any life threat. I'm going to fetch Mdm Pomfrey. Wait here." he was getting ready to stand, but felt a weak tug at his robes.

"No Potter, stay."