In Too Deep (Blairon)

Abomination

"Ron!" Hermione shouted, clutching her side as it bled through her shirt. Ron's mouth hung open as he stared at her. His body unable to move. Suddenly, another voice spoke and his attention was divided. "Help her, Ron," Draco insisted, appearing out of the darkness. His platinum blonde hair was strewn across his face where patches and splashes of blood tainted his ivory skin. His clothes were drenched in water, as if he'd been in the rain all his life. Amongst the water, his clothes were bloodstained, much like Hermione's. Suddenly, Ron noticed that he was knee deep in the ocean. It was rising slowly, as if high tide were quickly approaching. Draco and Hermione stood where the surf was still dry. "Help them, Ron."
Ron's eyes widened as another figure appeared out of thin air. His best friend.
"Harry? What's happening?" He asked, his voice croaking, as if he'd just recovered from being chocked. "You have to make a choice, Ron," Hermione said, the entirety of her shirt now a dark crimson. "What choice?!" He asked, his heart beating faster as an unknown breeze picked up and it began to drizzle. "It's either us, or him!" Draco shouted back and Ron flinched, feeling a damp, cold arm snake around him. He whipped his head to the left and there he was. Blaise had his arm around Ron's waist, looking down at him as if he were the King of the entire world. Looking down at him as if he already knew Ron's answer.

And he did...

But did Ron?

"Ron! Ron, please, wake up!"

I jolted up off of my damp pillow. My heart was beating so fast I couldn't fathom what was happening and my vision was blury. I couldn't breath and the harder I tried to, the worse it got. "Hey, hey, hey. You're alright. I'm here," a voice stated and arms were wrapped around my middle, something warm pressing up against my side. "I'm here," they said, whispering closer to my ear as they held my shaking body close to their own. After what felt like hours, my body stopped quivering and I slumped up against them, slowly feeling my heart beat regain its normal pattern. I felt tears slip down my cheeks, but I ignored them.

"Harry?" I whispered, groggy. I shuddered. My voice sounded exactly as it had in the nightmare.  "Yeah, it's me. I'm here," Harry whispered, letting my aching body relax in his arms. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Bloody hell. Thanks mate," I said and he let me go, nodding. I looked around. The sky outside was pitch black, but the alarm clock on the bedside table indicated that it was nearly five in the morning. Harry and I were in one of the many guest bedrooms of Malfoy Manor. We'd been sleeping here since our house required renovation and was technically still the scene of a crime and a kidnapping.

I adjusted my place on the bed and took the glass of water on my bedside table. Gulping it down furiously. Suddenly, Harry spoke.

"What was the dream about?" He asked and I nearly choked. I centered myself and stared at him. He had never asked me about my nightmares before. He was always there when they happened, and he was always the one to help. But he never asked.

I felt vulnerable in front of him, at this very moment. Too vulnerable. But I was too tired to lie to him. I'd done too much lying to Hermione already. With I tired sigh, I set my glass of water back down and leaned against the headboard. Harry following my actions.

"They wanted me to choose," I replied and Harry rose an eyebrow. "Who?" He questioned and I let out a long breath through my nose. "Hermione and Draco. They wanted me to choose," I said, my gaze falling down to my shaking hands. "Between them or Blaise?" Harry asked and I nodded, biting my lip. Hearing his name made my stomach flutter. I blushed and unfortunately, Harry noticed. "Mate, listen. I know how he makes you feel. Yesterday, when he was playing with your fingers. I hadn't seen you so happy in weeks," Harry stated. My eyes widened and I stared at him. He merely nodded. "I mean, the fish is a jackass but there's something between you two and I'm pretty sure everyone there would agree. You should go back."

I shook my head, frowning. "I'm not going back there. McLaggen can suck my-"

Suddenly, the front doorbell rang and Harry and I shared confused glances. "Who the bloody hell would show up at five in the morning?" He hissed, getting out of bed. The doorbell rang again, but this time more aggressively. As if whoever was at the door was in a hurry. I followed Harry down the grand staircase and through the beautiful corridors of Draco's house and after a minute or too, we stood before the front door. Both of us slightly out of breath due to the massive square footage of the house not only outside, but in. Harry swung the door open and we were both extremely shocked as to who it was.

"McMillan?! What are you doing here?" I spat. I stared at him longer as he tried to form words and my eyes widened. He was wearing his uniform, through it was ripped in several places. Blood scattered his clothing, his hair was a mess and he had scratches on his face. He wasn't wearing his glasses and he looked mortified.

"Ernie. Are you alright?" I asked, seeing as he hadn't spoken yet. He opened his mouth to speak. I had never heard him sound so scared the entirety of knowing him. And he wasn't the easiest person to scare. Which is annoyingly, the reason he always wins Precinct Prank Day. As much as he's a stick in the mud he knows how to pull a bloody good prank. Somehow knowing exactly when someone's pulling one on him in the mean time. I snapped myself out of my recollections when Ernie spoke. His voice a few thousand octaves higher than it should've been.

"Finch Labs. Something happened a-and Umbridge called a few of us in to check it out. Whatever abomination they've got in there attacked five of us! Longbottom and I were the only ones that made it out a-alive!"

It took me what felt like minutes to compute what Ernie had said before it hit me. "The thing that attacked you. Did it have a name?" I asked hurriedly, my heart beginning to pick up the pase. Ernie nodded, wiping blood and sweat off his forehead. "The head scientist there called it Specimen B," he huffed, attempting to control his breathing. Harry and I stared at each other in complete terror for a moment before we shouted for Ernie to wait for us. We ran upstairs, got dressed and ran back downstairs. Our hair still resembling mops of black and red.
We all piled into Ernie's car, Harry at the wheel. Once I got in, I realized that Neville was in the car too. He was laying next to me, unconscious with a large claw mark on his cheek which was bleeding profusely.

"Harry. Hospital first. Nev's pretty banged up!" I ordered and he stepped on the gas.

If we only knew how much worse the day would get once we started that car...