Draco was scared. Scared, worried and angry, and he didn't like it one bit.
Harry was lying on the hospital bed before him. Draco had found Harry, unconscious, on their doorstep. He was struck by a curse, the medi-witch told him. It wasn't a pretty curse, either. It made the victim land in a coma. You could only get them out of it by 'making them feel safe' and 'warming them naturally'.
Draco thought those were rather strange conditions, but if it helped, he would do it. But first, he had to get permission from the medi-witch to take Harry with him.
A final sweep of her wand, and the medi-witch announced that Harry was physically fine, aside from the fact that he was in a coma. Draco breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now, go take him out in the sun. He needs it."
He picked Harry up, which was easy, since he was such a lightweight. "I will, thanks again." And Draco left, Harry in his arms.
Once outside, Draco walked towards it. It was just a short walk, and Draco used the time to talk to Harry.
"You fucking scared me, you Gryffindor idiot. I thought you were dead. I thought you weren't coming back. I thought…
"Well, it doesn't matter now. You're here, alive. As much as you can be alive, seeing you're in a coma. Gods, I'm rambling. I need to make you feel safe, but I don't have a clue as to how to go about doing that.
"I guess I can just talk to you about mundane things. Like how I love everything about you. You must be tired of hearing that by now. But it's true. I love everything about you. Your shaggy hair, your tanned skin, that dimple in your cheek when you smile, the way you look at me, the way you occasionally purr so sexily, the way you talk, walk, and generally act. I love you, Harry, just you.
"I have no fondness for your fans or your fame. I don't just want you for looks, Quidditch skills, or magic potential. I want you for you. You're great, just the way you are, Harry."
They had arrived at the lake, and Draco sat down. With great care, he adjusted Harry until he was sitting comfortably in his lap, with his head in the crook of Draco's neck.
Draco talked to Harry for hours. He told him about their surroundings, the animals that came closer out of curiosity, the water, the sunset, how the sun reflected in the lake. He told Harry about his dreams, about the things he enjoyed in life, about himself. But most often, he told Harry how much he loved him.
"I love you, too."
And Draco was overjoyed that Harry was finally awake.
The End