This was unnatural, Draco thought as he waited at the top of the stairs, near the Gryffindor common room entrance. He made sure to keep himself hidden behind the wall while staring intensely at the Fat Lady's portrait. You still have the chance to turn around and leave. You can't keep following Potter around, Draco told himself repeatedly. Rita Skeeter asked Draco, Crabbe and Goyle to report information on Harry for her column, but he felt like he was taking it too far. He would send Crabbe and Goyle away to do pointless errands, so that he could follow Harry around alone.
He turned around to head down the corridor when he heard the sound of the portrait opening. Draco whipped around to look back; his heart skipped a beat when he saw Harry step through. Why are you getting so excited, you twit? Draco watched as Harry ran his fingers through his hair and start up the stairs. He looks exhausted, he thought as he followed him from a distant. He took noticed that Harry's hair was especially messy and saw there were dark circles under his eyes that made him look like a raccoon; he also noted how Harry gripped the stair railing. Must be all this Tri-wizard Tournament nonsense.
"Why are you following me, Malfoy?" Harry asked, stopping dead in his tracks. Draco stopped as well; he hadn't realized that he was only a few steps behind Harry or that he hadn't been sneaking around. He stood there staring up into Harry's sullen green eyes. "No clever retort? Is the one and only Draco Malfoy speechless?"
Insult him, lie your way out of this, just say or do something. Without any thought whatsoever, Draco shoved Harry down onto the stairs.
"How's that for a clever retort, Potter?" he chuckled in his usual haughty fashion. Harry's eyes were closed as he laid there on the stairs; he didn't move either. "Come on, Potter, get up. Very funny, Potter, but no one is around to see you faking it." Harry still didn't move. Panic washed over Draco as he kneeled down beside Harry. "Ok, Harry, ha ha ha, you got me not get up. Harry! Harry! Wake up please!" Draco pulled Harry over his shoulder, he noticed that part of Harry's hair was matted in the back and there was a little blood on the stairs.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! You killed Harry Potter! Draco could fell tears forming in his eyes as he ran down the stairs towards the first wing. Are you crying? Why are you doing this? You hate Potter! Right….
"Draco! Where are you going?" Crabbe shouted, after him as he ran past the Great Hall as he and Goyle were walking out, stuffing their faces. He ignored them and kept going; Harry's weight was starting to press on him, slowing Draco down. Draco groaned as he pulled Harry under his arm
The school was buzzing with the news. Harry Potter was lying unconscious in the hospital wing and Draco Malfoy was by his side. Normally, Draco would have been explaining how he felt sorry for Potter and saved his life, but the whole situation made him sick to his stomach.
"Madam Pomfrey!" Draco shouted as he ran into the hospital wing with Harry slung over his shoulder. "Harry tripped on the stairs and fell and hit his head! He won't wake up!" She immediately ran over and scooped Harry up. Draco followed as she lifted Harry onto one of the bed and began to fix up his head.
"You know that you don't have to stay here. He'll be fine with me." Her voice was soft and soothing, but Draco was still staring at Harry, shaking a little.
"I-I'm so sorry…Harry," Draco whispers, leaning over Harry's unconscious body. Without thinking again, Draco leaned over and kissed Harry's lips. What am I doing? Pull away now! He just sat there with his lips against Harry's.
"Cho…" Harry mumbled, before lightly kissing back. Draco's cheeks flushed; the kiss was warm and soft. Draco's heart was pounding out of his chest as he melted into the kiss.
Suddenly, the kiss was broken causing Draco to open his eyes.
"D-Draco!" Harry shouted. They stared at each for a moment, than Harry opened his mouth to speak. As if his body was acting on its own accord, Draco ran out of the hospital wing. "Draco, wait!" He didn't run down the hall, he just stood by the door, hidden by the wall.
Draco stood there, breathing heavily. What are you doing, Draco? You kissed Harry Potter. You hate Harry Potter, but, but. He lightly touched his lips.
"There you are, Draco!" Pansy shouted, running over to him and waving. "What's wrong? You look sick." Draco just stared at her and shook his head.
"I'm fine. What do you want?"
"I came to bring to the Great Hall; everyone wants to hear how you saved the Great Champion Potter's life. Some champion, huh," she said with a laugh. Draco weakly chuckled and nodded in agreement. Pansy smiled and grabbed his hand, dragging him down the hall. As he passed by the door, he looked back inside at Harry; Madame Pomfrey was standing beside him, talking. When Harry looked at the doorway, his eyes locked with Draco's; for a moment, Draco's heart skipped a beat.
Relax, Draco. It didn't mean anything.