A/N: Hi there! This chapter is a bit shorter than the other's, and I'm not really that happy with it, but here you go! Thanks to all my reviewers, I absolutely love you all!
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Chapter 5 – Why should I?
When I woke up later that day, I found my self in the infirmary – again. Groaning I reached for my glasses, knowing that they would be on the bedside table. I found them instantly, and when I put them on I got quite the shock. Sitting around my bed were my two best friends, professor McGonagall, and bloody Draco Malfoy.
"Glad to see that you are awake, mr Potter. Now, would you care to explain why you tried to kill yourself this morning?" McGonagall looked at me with a worried look on her face.
"Not really. I would however like to know why Malfoy's here?" I looked at my two best friends, and saw Hermione blush a little. This could not be good.
"Well, he did save your life, Harry, and he is your mate. That's why he's here." Just as I suspected, the bloody bastard had to go and ruin everything, didn't he? I scowled and threw him a dirty look, seeing confusion and pity in his eyes. I turned to Hermione again.
"You told him, didn't you? I can't believe you, you're supposed to be my friend! Just get out and leave me alone will you? As for you, Malfoy, I never want to lay eyes on you again!"
I could feel my anger rising, and suddenly it just exploded, sending a wave of magic to knock them all from their chairs and out the door. Wow, my magic had never done that before! It must be because of my powers changing when I came into my Veela heritage.
I suddenly felt really, really tired, and as I put my head back on the pillows, my last conscious thought was a prayer that the dreams would not return.
After Hermione told me about what had happened to Harry this summer, I just couldn't think straight. I wanted to kill the muggle bastard for what he had done to my mate.
"I'm going to kill him."
"No, Draco, you are not going to kill Harry's uncle. Right now you are going to go to your classes, and then you are coming back here with Ron and me to try and get Harry to tell us why he tried to kill himself." I turned and glared at her standing there with her arms crossed.
"Don't tell me what to do. I have to stay with Harry, what if he wakes up and I'm not there?"
"Really Draco, don't you think you would know if he woke up? And I don't think the professors would let you miss classes, mate or no mate in the infirmary. Now, get going and we'll meet you here after lunch. Harry's perfectly safe now, you know. Bye, Draco." With this she and Weasley turned around and walked to their first class. I sighed and went to the dungeons to have double potions. Oh, joy. I smirked at the thought of me not wanting to have potions, it was my favourite class after all.
When I walked in to the class room, I noticed Blaise giving me a funny look. I went over to him and sat down.
"Where did you go this morning? You ran out and then never came back, what happened?"
"I…promise you won't tell?" At his nod, I lowered my voice and whispered to him.
"Harry tried to kill himself this morning, and I had to go save him."
When I woke up again, I noticed that it was dark outside and that I was very hungry.
"Madam Pomfrey? Are you there?"
"Yes, dear? How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok, but I'm a bit hungry. Do you think that I could get something to eat?"
"Of course dear! I'll go get it straight away, you just relax and try and rest."
I laid back on the pillows and thought about the utter mess my life had turned into. Finding out I'm a Veela and then having my mate turn out to be none other than Draco Malfoy? And this on top of what my so-called uncle did to me, and they wonder why I tried to kill my self?
Well, bloody hell, who wouldn't want to kill themselves after that? Not to mention everything I had to go through with the bastard Voldemort for the last seven years. But no, I was expected to just grin and bear it, because I was special, I was the one who would defeat him once and for all. Well, I did, but that's not the point. The point is that I was thrust in to the Wizarding world at age eleven, and just expected to defeat the greatest evil known to wizarding kind. Hello! Just turned eleven and found out magic really existed, now you want me to kill somebody I've never even heard about before? I was disturbed in my mental ranting by Madam Pomfrey entering the infirmary again, carrying a plate filled with food.
"Here you are, dear. Eat it all up, and then your friends can come in to visit for a short while."
"I don't want them here. And if Malfoy comes back, tell him to go screw himself, because I'm not going to. Ever." Madam Pomfrey looked quite shocked at my reply, but she quickly composed herself and nodded before walking out the door again. I looked down at the plate, and started eating the beef and potatoes with greater speed than I thought I could muster at that time. After I finished, I drifted off to sleep again, feeling exhausted.
After the fiasco with Harry at lunch, I felt a little hesitant to return after dinner. But I felt compelled by my Veela side to search out my mate at all cost. I just had to be with him, without him I would literally die. When I walked up to the infirmary, I saw Hermione and Weasley sitting outside. And Hermione was…wait, was she crying? Something must have happened! I ran the last few metres up to her and almost screamed my question.
"What's happened? Is something wrong with Harry!" Weasley looked up at me with a girm expression on his face.
"Nothing's happened to him, he just won't see us. Especially you, apparently. I think the phrase he used was 'Tell Malfoy to go screw himself, because I'm not going to.' It was quite funny to see the look on Madam Pomfrey when she said that." I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. He didn't want me. Why didn't he want me?
"You ok there, Malfoy? You look a little green."
"What? Oh…why doesn't he want me? We'll both die if he doesn't except our bond." I felt like I wanted to cry, but of course I didn't, Malfoy's don't cry.
"Well maybe, and this is just a wild guess, because you've been a total prick to him for the last six years, and your dad tried to kill him!"
"I know. But that's all changed now, we're soul-mates, and it shouldn't matter what's happened in the past between us."
"Well Harry doesn't feel that way, apparently. And now he's taking it out on us as well."
"Don't be silly, Ron. Harry doesn't want to see us because we told Draco what happened to him this summer. He hates us now, I'm sure." After stating this, Hermione started crying again.
"Why shouldn't I know? He's my mate, and I have to take care of him, I want to take care of him now. I'm pretty sure that what I'm feeling for him is…"