Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Blind Leading the Blind ❯ One is Blind ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: SesshyLover132 
Draco was blinded in a tragic accident and is determined to find a cure. When Harry finds out he could have been the cause, he vows to help the former Slytherin no matter what. HarryDraco
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.07.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 621 | Status: Work In Progress
Draco was blinded in a tragic accident and is determined to find a cure. When Harry finds out he could have been the cause, he vows to help the former Slytherin no matter what. HarryDraco
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.07.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 621 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters they belong to J.K. Rowling.
My skin tingles and I shiver, erupting hundreds of tiny goose bumps along my arms. A bump to my shoulder sends my precious tombs crashing to the streets below and I panic inwardly. I quickly kneel and gather the frail books as best as I can.
“What are you blind? Watch where you’re going, Malfoy!” A voice sneers from in front of me and I grind my teeth in frustration. On the outside, I’ve composed my face into my trademark Malfoy sneer.
“What’s it to you, four-eyes?” I snidely reply, using the memories from my days at Hogwarts.
When I don’t hear a reply, I smirk, feeling triumphant, and inconspicuously run my fingers over my belongings. One, two, three…where is my fourth book?
Suddenly, something is shoved harshly into my chest and I fumble to catch it. It tumbles to the dirty ground with a loud thump and I very nearly sigh, grateful at least that it landed on the outer cover and not the delicate pages.
“What happened to those quidditch reflexes, ferret?”
Hatred bubbles up inside me, burning through my veins like liquid fire. Weasel. Of course he would be with Potty.
“Oh, Weasel, I see you’re still glued to Saint Potty’s hip. Is it nice to walk around like conjoined twins?” I sneer, glad for my quick wit and cover up.
I hear a humored snort from beside me and my smirk widens.
“Well put, Draco.” Somewhat nasally, Pansy’s voice is definitely recognizable. I feel a hand wrap gently around my bicep and I flex it, my unspoken request for help.
“So this is what’s taken you so long? Come on, Draco, we were supposed to have left ten minutes ago.” She tightens her hand on my arm and, with a loud crack, apparates us away.
I struggle slightly to remain calm and try to tame the sick feeling in my stomach.
Ever since the loss of my sight, apparition makes me more than a little queasy.
The hand on my arm tightens again and I feel another grasp my other bicep in an attempt to steady me.
“I’m fine now, Pans. You can let go.” I mutter bitterly, sickened at my own show of weakness. Pansy sighs, but doesn’t release me. Instead, I feel two bony arms wrap around my chest. Falling into the warmth -as undignified as it sounds-, I give in and accept her comfort. It isn’t often that she offers it and it is even less often that I allow myself to take it.
“Whatever they said that upset you, Drake, they’ll regret it sooner rather than later.” Pansy whispers darkly in my ear. I chuckle at her vengefulness and pull back from her hug, a renewed smirk on my lips. “I know, Pans.” I can practically sense the sinister grin that only the former Slytherin could have.
Pansy releases me and tugs me across the room. I’m pulled harshly down onto a lush sofa and realize suddenly that we aren’t at the manor, but at Pansy’s flat. She takes the books from my hands and flips one open. The old paper causes a new smell to fill the air and I breathe it in. “Now, down to business, Draco. Are these the books you wanted me to look through?”
I hum in agreement and try to hide the bitterness rising within me. Without the help of Pansy, I would never have been able to get so far with my research. After I lost my sight, I fell into a crippling depression. The worries of my friends and parents were all but non-existent to me and I refused to leave the confinement of my room. I was furious at myself for being so vulnerable and I hated not only how I was affected by my blindness but also how I was blinded.
It took months of coaxing from Pansy and my mother to convince me to come out of my room. After that, I wandered the manor in a kind of daze. Then, six months ago, that all changed with one enraged outburst from Pansy.
“So, you’re going to waste your life away just because you can’t see?! Oh, you poor thing! There are many- many Draco!- people who can’t see that actually do something with their lives! You are a Malfoy! As well as the ice prince of Slytherin! And here you are acting like a first year Hufflepuff! You’re horrified about being vulnerable because you lost your sight? Well, get off your lazy arse and do something about it!”
I was speechless back then at the reality of what I was doing. I - a bloody Malfoy for Merlin’s sake!- was wallowing in a well of self pity and it was getting me absolutely bloody no where. I hardened my resolve and began researching a potential potion to cure, or at least aid, blindness. Pansy does the reading and gathers the ingredients for me. She has become a valuable partner and unforgettable friend in the past few years with me. I don’t really quite know where I would be right now if it wasn’t for her and mother. It also helps quite a bit that she was a wiz at potions in school and can actively help without driving me bloody barmy with simple mistakes.
Currently, we are working on one of the hardest and most dangerous parts of the potion. One of the ingredients is incredibly rare and I am at my wit’s end trying to find it. These books are ancient Malfoy potion records from our vault in Gringotts. I’m hoping that they will hold at least a hint to where to find the ingredient we so desperately need.
“Well, I guess we should get started then, hmm?” Pansy is already flipping through one of the vast texts. I can hear the slight sound every time she flicks through one of the pages. I reach to my right and search for one of the enchanted quills kept there.
“A little more to the left, Drake.” Pansy quips, giving me a slight nudge in the right direction while making me feel at least a little competent. In the beginning, right after I snapped out of my daze, she and mother hovered over me like over protective hens. They were constantly doing everything for me and not allowing me any freedom at all. I eventually lashed out at them, explaining in a less than elegant way that they were the ones that had convinced me to get off my ‘lazy arse’ and do something. I snapped at them that I couldn’t do any bloody thing because they were always doing it for me and asked that I should at least be allowed the simple luxury of being semi-independent.
I find one of the quills and a roll of parchment and smirk at my triumph. Pansy giggles beside me, more than likely making fun of me. I growl, only slightly aggravated by this. “Oh, ha ha, Pans. You should at least let me have a little bit of a triumph.”
Pansy laughs and I hear another page flip. “Sure, sure, Drake. I’m very proud of you for finding that quill and parchment.”
I lean back into the sofa and pout, then pull out my wand and tap the quill twice. It springs to life in my hand and readies itself to record. I clear my throat and unroll the parchment, ready to begin.
“Twenty-Seventh of September. Pansy and I have taken a few old tomes from the Malfoy vault in hopes of finding our most dangerous and needed ingredient….”
Officially continued. I apologize for taking so long in writing the first official chapter for this. I hope that everyone enjoyed and that they will continue to read and review!
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My skin tingles and I shiver, erupting hundreds of tiny goose bumps along my arms. A bump to my shoulder sends my precious tombs crashing to the streets below and I panic inwardly. I quickly kneel and gather the frail books as best as I can.
“What are you blind? Watch where you’re going, Malfoy!” A voice sneers from in front of me and I grind my teeth in frustration. On the outside, I’ve composed my face into my trademark Malfoy sneer.
“What’s it to you, four-eyes?” I snidely reply, using the memories from my days at Hogwarts.
When I don’t hear a reply, I smirk, feeling triumphant, and inconspicuously run my fingers over my belongings. One, two, three…where is my fourth book?
Suddenly, something is shoved harshly into my chest and I fumble to catch it. It tumbles to the dirty ground with a loud thump and I very nearly sigh, grateful at least that it landed on the outer cover and not the delicate pages.
“What happened to those quidditch reflexes, ferret?”
Hatred bubbles up inside me, burning through my veins like liquid fire. Weasel. Of course he would be with Potty.
“Oh, Weasel, I see you’re still glued to Saint Potty’s hip. Is it nice to walk around like conjoined twins?” I sneer, glad for my quick wit and cover up.
I hear a humored snort from beside me and my smirk widens.
“Well put, Draco.” Somewhat nasally, Pansy’s voice is definitely recognizable. I feel a hand wrap gently around my bicep and I flex it, my unspoken request for help.
“So this is what’s taken you so long? Come on, Draco, we were supposed to have left ten minutes ago.” She tightens her hand on my arm and, with a loud crack, apparates us away.
I struggle slightly to remain calm and try to tame the sick feeling in my stomach.
Ever since the loss of my sight, apparition makes me more than a little queasy.
The hand on my arm tightens again and I feel another grasp my other bicep in an attempt to steady me.
“I’m fine now, Pans. You can let go.” I mutter bitterly, sickened at my own show of weakness. Pansy sighs, but doesn’t release me. Instead, I feel two bony arms wrap around my chest. Falling into the warmth -as undignified as it sounds-, I give in and accept her comfort. It isn’t often that she offers it and it is even less often that I allow myself to take it.
“Whatever they said that upset you, Drake, they’ll regret it sooner rather than later.” Pansy whispers darkly in my ear. I chuckle at her vengefulness and pull back from her hug, a renewed smirk on my lips. “I know, Pans.” I can practically sense the sinister grin that only the former Slytherin could have.
Pansy releases me and tugs me across the room. I’m pulled harshly down onto a lush sofa and realize suddenly that we aren’t at the manor, but at Pansy’s flat. She takes the books from my hands and flips one open. The old paper causes a new smell to fill the air and I breathe it in. “Now, down to business, Draco. Are these the books you wanted me to look through?”
I hum in agreement and try to hide the bitterness rising within me. Without the help of Pansy, I would never have been able to get so far with my research. After I lost my sight, I fell into a crippling depression. The worries of my friends and parents were all but non-existent to me and I refused to leave the confinement of my room. I was furious at myself for being so vulnerable and I hated not only how I was affected by my blindness but also how I was blinded.
It took months of coaxing from Pansy and my mother to convince me to come out of my room. After that, I wandered the manor in a kind of daze. Then, six months ago, that all changed with one enraged outburst from Pansy.
“So, you’re going to waste your life away just because you can’t see?! Oh, you poor thing! There are many- many Draco!- people who can’t see that actually do something with their lives! You are a Malfoy! As well as the ice prince of Slytherin! And here you are acting like a first year Hufflepuff! You’re horrified about being vulnerable because you lost your sight? Well, get off your lazy arse and do something about it!”
I was speechless back then at the reality of what I was doing. I - a bloody Malfoy for Merlin’s sake!- was wallowing in a well of self pity and it was getting me absolutely bloody no where. I hardened my resolve and began researching a potential potion to cure, or at least aid, blindness. Pansy does the reading and gathers the ingredients for me. She has become a valuable partner and unforgettable friend in the past few years with me. I don’t really quite know where I would be right now if it wasn’t for her and mother. It also helps quite a bit that she was a wiz at potions in school and can actively help without driving me bloody barmy with simple mistakes.
Currently, we are working on one of the hardest and most dangerous parts of the potion. One of the ingredients is incredibly rare and I am at my wit’s end trying to find it. These books are ancient Malfoy potion records from our vault in Gringotts. I’m hoping that they will hold at least a hint to where to find the ingredient we so desperately need.
“Well, I guess we should get started then, hmm?” Pansy is already flipping through one of the vast texts. I can hear the slight sound every time she flicks through one of the pages. I reach to my right and search for one of the enchanted quills kept there.
“A little more to the left, Drake.” Pansy quips, giving me a slight nudge in the right direction while making me feel at least a little competent. In the beginning, right after I snapped out of my daze, she and mother hovered over me like over protective hens. They were constantly doing everything for me and not allowing me any freedom at all. I eventually lashed out at them, explaining in a less than elegant way that they were the ones that had convinced me to get off my ‘lazy arse’ and do something. I snapped at them that I couldn’t do any bloody thing because they were always doing it for me and asked that I should at least be allowed the simple luxury of being semi-independent.
I find one of the quills and a roll of parchment and smirk at my triumph. Pansy giggles beside me, more than likely making fun of me. I growl, only slightly aggravated by this. “Oh, ha ha, Pans. You should at least let me have a little bit of a triumph.”
Pansy laughs and I hear another page flip. “Sure, sure, Drake. I’m very proud of you for finding that quill and parchment.”
I lean back into the sofa and pout, then pull out my wand and tap the quill twice. It springs to life in my hand and readies itself to record. I clear my throat and unroll the parchment, ready to begin.
“Twenty-Seventh of September. Pansy and I have taken a few old tomes from the Malfoy vault in hopes of finding our most dangerous and needed ingredient….”
Officially continued. I apologize for taking so long in writing the first official chapter for this. I hope that everyone enjoyed and that they will continue to read and review!
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