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It felt like raging fire was growing on his forearm, biting his skin and letting the pain that resulted spread through him. Only then did he seem to land back into reality. Looking down at his hand to see a thin layer of red topping his fingertips, blood finding a way into his fingernails, his body started to pick up heat like an atom bomb. To add more to his terror, he lifted his gaze to meet the pair of green eyes sparkling in the dim light, equally terrified at the sight. He could open his mouth and try to explain that he was hardly aware of what he did, but he knew it wouldn't give either of them much.

"Give me your arm." Harry ordered, not sounding as shaken as he looked, his voice was rather filled with a hint of anxious fury. He took Draco's arm as though he was in a rush of time. Draco couldn't afford to react, his body felt like rubber, given to Harry to move him around as he pleased.

"Honestly, don't you know how to cleanse a cut?" He sighed with a disapproving head shake as he gave a studying look to the lively wound before him, watching it begin to close on its own.

Gently Harry sat him on the tall stool as if he couldn't sit on his own, his hand still holding Draco's arm in the softest grip. Unable to think of a reaction he could possibly give, Draco let himself go with the flow of Harry's choice, watching him looking around while mumbling incoherent things under his breath like a dissatisfied mother, with a rather puzzled look on the face. He tried assuring himself that the gryffindor was truly concerned, as it obviously looked like it, but no matter how hard he insisted on himself to believe so, somewhere within him he felt as though he was obligated to do all, annoyed with what he had to do. He wished he could tell him to stop, and he wished he would actually stop if he told him to, for he knew certainly there wasn't anything capable of stopping him regardless of how he felt about the task.

"Accio first aid kit." At his words, a white box came floating towards the two of them, and within the next moment, it rested right by Harry's feet. Draco's stomach tingled the slightest, and he could only swallow, why the muggle way?

The raven haired boy knelt down, his head barely an inch higher than Draco's knees. His eyes followed every little movement of Harry's, ever so closely watching him work with the kit next to him. His head was suddenly overwhelmed with a memory he never thought he'd ever cherish so dearly. A memory of when he was little, perhaps around the age of five, running in their vast space of a garden with Blaise, he ran back into the manor with his cheeks all wet with streaming tears as he found no better way to deal with the burning pain on his knee. In his mind were only flashes of that view, his mother kneeling down before him, wearing the most assuring smile he had ever seen, radiating a certain warmth he couldn't quite sense at that age, and with a flick of her wand it all faded, and he was good as new again. As a young child, he never paid much thought to his father's loud complaints in the background, yelling at both him and his mother. But thinking about it now, especially after all that his father had done to him, he was taken by a surge of bitterness overflowing within him.

He whimpered as the cold liquid stung his freshly open cuts, in another case he would find joy in such pain but this was far too different. He thought he'd get used to it after a few wipes but oh how wrong he was, it still bit him regardless of how he prepared himself for it. Then in a split second, it started dying out, as if the fire on his arm was being put out, only then did he allow himself to open his eyes. The first thing his wandering eyes fell on was his arm, by then hardly anything overlaid the paleness of his skin except for the thin lines scattered around, even those were too well cleaned that they were hardly visible.

"Alright, just the bandaging now." Harry piled the blood stained tissues by the kit box, and after some light searching in the kit, he pulled out a roll of yellowish cloth.