This is going to be totally out of the norm for my fiction writing: I've never written a Harry Potter story before (:P) but I'm going to give it a try. I hope that this will please you fellow Brothers and Sisters of Hogwarts. The magic is in you! –Shelby-
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or any names mentioned.
"Oh my god, is he alive?" Harry Potter blinked several times before he realized where he was. Around his bedside where some faces he knew, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and Hagrid. Harry tried to sit up but found it to be too painful. Several pairs of hands came down and pushed him back gently.
"He's going to be alright," said a bustling Madam Pomfrey. "He's just broken a few bones and caught a nasty chill but he should be good as new in about a week or so." She smiled upon the group of good-wishers and handed a glass of pumpkin juice to Harry, who took it with shaky hands. He sipped the juice with trembling lips and set the glass down on the rolling table before attempting to speak.
"Why am I in the infirmary? Could somebody please tell me why I'm wet?" His voice was shaky and he attempted to clear his throat but found when he did, all he made was a loud wheezing cough.
"You don't remember what happened?" Hermione whispered almost fearfully. Harry shook his head in a way to say 'I have no idea what's going on right now, so please explain.'
Hermione cleared her throat. "Well, it started off with the Quidditch game we had today, just an hour ago. It started off as a good day for flying, but then it became rather nasty. It started to rain quite heavily when you finally caught sight of the Snitch, I don't know how you could in the downpour. Anyway, you went after it as quickly as you could, but we lost sight of you as soon as you breached the cloud bank. You didn't come down for at least ten minutes. Professor Dumbledore thought about sending a party to look for you when he saw a black dot falling out of the sky and down towards the lake. We all rushed there and you were lucky enough that the mermaids didn't come after you. We were so worried, you were bleeding so badly, your legs were broken in so many different places--I--I..." Hermione broke off her explanation and turned to sob onto Ron's shoulder.
"Did we win the game?" Harry muttered. The group looked down on him with shocked expressions.
"We just told you that you almost died falling into the Black Lake and you're concerned if you won the game?" Hermione stopped her tears abruptly and stared at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, mate, you won the game," Ron said. He tried to keep the grin off his face but he just could resist the urge to laugh.
"There is nothing funny about this, Ron! Harry nearly died playing Quidditch... -again!- and you can't resist laughing about this?" Hermione punched Ron's arm and apologized to Harry briefly before stalking out of the room. Ron merely shrugged and laughed. He waved to Harry and ran out after the exasperated Hermione.
"Gee, mate, you really know how to get girls in a real huff," George commented. Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't bother to ask George what he'd meant by that comment. Fred stood up and tugged on George's arm.
"C'mon George, we got a invent a new prank for old Filch! Get better, alright, Harry?" Fred smiled. George stood and nodded. They waved and exited the infirmary. Harry was finally alone. Harry's eyes felt very heavy. They began to close when Nearly Headless Nick floated through the stone wall and stopped at the foot of Harry's bed.
"Well, hello, Harry! I hope you're feeling better, that fall was particularly nasty." Nick's ghostly head flopped slightly before he pushed it back up.
"Yeah, I'm beginning to feel a bit better, but I've seriously got to sleep." Harry's voice was soft and crackly. Nick took the hint and floated silently out of the infirmary and out into the halls.
At last...peace and quiet.
A shuffling noise penetrated Harry's blanket of sleep. He attempted to peek sneakily out of his eyes but they seemed glued together from the lack of slumber. There was a slight cough, a rustling of robes, a soft whoosh and a sudden pressure on his bed. Harry stirred slightly as if to say to the stranger, 'Okay, I'm going to wake up now and find out who you are'. The pressure of the stranger's body lifted and settled closer to Harry's body.
"Wake up, Harry. Open your eyes..." A strange voice greeted him. A hand reached over and touched the back of Harry's hand with soft fingertips. They traveled up his arm and caressed the hollows of his cheeks. Oddly, Harry seemed to lean into these mystery caresses as if he'd felt them a million times before.
"Oh, come on, wake up, Potter. I've always said that I wanted you to die, but I always lied! I've always liked you...no...I've always loved you. Harry, don't be fooled by this rough exterior...there beats the heart of a gentleman beneath...can I just show it to you?" The fingers ran themselves slowly through his untidy black hair and knotted at the back of his head. He felt his head being pulled upwards, as if the stranger were trying to sit him up; but this was not so.
"Please, don't do this to me, Harry...you've just got to know what you do to me..." the stranger whispered, breath hot against Harry's cheek. Harry started to part his lips to whisper something when he felt a fire that warmed his frozen and broken limbs. He felt the stranger's lips on his own, plying them with gentle urgency. Harry couldn't act for fear of being caught that he wasn't exactly sleeping. He kept still and let the stranger kiss him, feeling a strong sense of rightness and passion for the stranger that surprised him. Who exactly was kissing him, and why now?
The stranger broke away from Harry's lips with a sort of choked sob of dread. Again the fingers ran over his features with trailing softness. There was a loud bang and there was a series of grunts.
"Oy, where've you been, Malfoy? We've been looking everywhere for you!" Crabbe said roughly.
"Don't talk to me in that tone, Crabbe. I'm the leader here! Get out before I report you for sneaking into the kitchens late at night!" Malfoy threatened him.
Inwardly, Harry gasped in shock. Draco Malfoy, his worst enemy, just claimed to love him and kissed him?! Harry heard Crabbe shuffle out of the room and felt Malfoy turn to him once more. Draco leaned over and kissed Harry's sleepy soft lips once more.
"I promise you, Harry, that when you wake up I'll confess everything. I promise." Draco stood up and walked out of the infirmary after Crabbe; leaving Harry battered, broken, bruised, and in want of Draco's mouth once more.
Stay tuned for Part 2! Please R&R and gimme some ideas...hehehe!! ^.^