A/N: Hey, I love H/D pairings and this story is inspired by a song, "Let me go", hopefully you'd enjoy this.
Disclaimer: I don't own the HP series but I love 'em!
Chapter I: Wake up…
It was about two months after the fall of the Dark Lord. You were still asleep; the healers said you were in a coma… I don't blame you, after what the Dark Lord put you through; I'm surprised you're still alive. But I thank the Gods for that… I wish you'd open your eyes and look at me again.
Draco Malfoy had joined the side of light after the sixth year fiasco, when his father had forced him to see the way they tortured the muggles. He became a spy for them, helping and watching severus' back for the Order. He had come to respect Granger and Weasley, Potter and Dumbledore but hestill had spats and banters from the Golden trio.
"Harry shut your bloody trap!" Hermione berated the hero of the Wizarding World for the umfth time. Watching as Draco Malfoy moved.
" He's moving… he's really moving! Call the healer in charge now 'moine! Go!" he kept saying.
"Harry, he's not awake yet. Mrs. Robins said to inform her WHEN he wakes." She said while rubbing her temples.
"I'm… al…ready… a-ha.. wake…" Draco mumbled warily opening a tired eye.
"Draco! You're awake! Mrs. Robins! Mrs. Robins! He's awake!" Hermione yelled across the hall to the kitchen.
"Shut up…you're giving me a migraine. " He said covering his ears. A second later, he asked, "What happened to the Dark Lord?"
"Draco, you don't remember anything at all?" she asked, eyes wide, glancing nervously at Harry.
"No… apparently." He said trying to sit up but his body thought otherwise.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Mr. Malfoy or you'll sprain yourself." A middle- aged woman smiling at him motherly before she mumbled a spell to check his wounds but before she began another spell Harry cut off.
"Pleas leave us for a moment Mrs. Robins…"
"Of---of – of course Mr. Potter… Right away sir." She seemed fluster as she scrambled towards the door.
"Harry, you didn't have to do that you know… you'll be scaring away people." She scolded him.
Draco noticed that Harry was hiding a smile as Hermione playfully slapped his hand.
"Sorry 'Mione, I didn't think I was doing it again." He apologized before turning his gaze towards Draco.
"Malfoy, don't you remember what happened during the past two months?" he asked, looking at him squarely in the eye.
Shaking his head, Harry continued, "You rushed to Voldemort's lair after you heard the news that Snape was discovered and the Granger family was abducted. When you got there, you freed them and stayed behind to buy them sometime to escape but what you didn't count was Voldemort being there." He paused as he looked at Hermione who was now shaking in fear.
"You alright about this?" he asked her. Seeing her weak smile, he turned his gaze back to Draco.
"Voldemort did things to you that left you half- dead. That's how we-( a cough erupted from Hermione) found you in his house." He finished with a sigh.
"Wait… did you just say I saved Granger?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Yes and that's Hermione to you, Draco." She teased.
"'Mione, stop that… he'll feel annoyed now. And he's still recovering." Harry berated before glaring at her.
"Ohhh, Mr. Potter, --
"don't you dare finish that sentence!" he warned her playfully.
Draco closed his eyes as he remembered the events vaguely in his memory until a hand touched his bandaged shoulder. Opening his eyes, he met beguiling green eyes.
"Don't strain your mind too much Malfoy, you ARE still recovering. It's good to have you back. See you soon." He smiled coyly at the blonde before taking Hermione's hand and leaving the blonde to his thoughts.
Why did I ever chose the light side again?
Oh right, because of Harry FUCKING Potter.
I don't uncerstand why I did that.
Well, I do, its because I fancied the git.
Why did I go and save Granger again?
Right, because I hated the look Ha-Potter had when we found out that the Grangers were seized.
I'm such a pathetic imbecile.
Glad I know… oh well, back to suffering because of him…
With that, ended the mental monologue of one Draco Malfoy. Outside his bedroom, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger talked about the future and their happiness of getting Draco back.
"Harry, I can't wait to tell Ron about Draco!" She exclaimed smiling as she fingered her engagement ring around her neck. "Although, he will try to control his glee since Draco's still recovering."
"Yeah, I know." He was in deep thought that much Hermione was sure of. Ever since the start of the war, Harry was ecstatic about working with Draco, after he found out that Draco had switched sides. Although he had kept pretenses, Harry wanted to make friends and patch things up with Draco and maybe much more. Nobody knew of Harry being gay, only Ron and her since Harry made them promise but everyone knew Draco preferred blokes than bitches. That was the other reason why Harry worked so hard after Draco's capture because he was worried sick about the guy and that's why he is what he is now.
"Harry… earth to Harry, come in?" she asked a moment later as she gazed at her best friend.
"Huh?" he asked looking like a lost boy.
"are you alright? You seem to be zoning out more often than not." She asked concerned for her friend.
"Nothing, just thinking about the past two months…" he started and saw the pain etched in her face, he teased, "How Ron finally got the nerve to ask your hand… and all that junk."
Smiling, she threw a pillow at him, hitting him squarely in the face, pouncing on her, they wrestled until they heard a cough from the door.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say Potter was raping Granger." Came Blaise's teasing voice.
"Hey Blaise. Draco's awake. Wanna see him?" she greeted standing up and hugging the Slytherin.
After Draco switched sides, his mother asked Blaise to do the same so he could be safe. Now he's working with Ginny (meaning they're a couple!) in rebuilding Hogwarts.
Smirking, he pulled the still laying Harry up and winked at him before he followed Hermione in.
"Hey dragon? How have you been?" he asked nervously, watching the bandaged body of the once sex God of Slytherin.
"Blaise?" came the weak response.
"Don't move too much… I'm here." He said grasping Draco's unbound hand.
"Blaise, how are you?" he asked in a raspy voice.
Chuckling, Blaise patted his hand brotherly before he replied, "Fine… just fine."
"Circe! I was worried sick for weeks… you are such an arse!" Blaise forgot his dignity and cried against Draco's hand.
"Blaise, I'm alright. Slightly pained but alive nonetheless." Replied Draco nonchalantly.
"Wanker."
" You love me for that. So what's been happening…" he asked casually, changing the topic.
Blaise spent a good three hours updating on the whole showdown between Harry and Voldemort, the aftermaths and all that crap. The many casualties of the war. He also mentioned Hermione's engagement but he didn't get to finish since Mrs. Robins shooed him away.
Damn! Harry's getting married to Granger. I thought so… he couldn't waste time not to ask her out.
Sighing heavily, he let Mrs. Robins give him a sleeping potion and he slept his worries and pain away.