A/N: A slash fic from Harry's POV. Inspired by nothing in particular.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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You were falling. Falling sixty feet through the air without your broom. A simple flash of lightning and you were unconscious. I didn't even think about it but within milliseconds I was diving after you. Pushing myself and my Firebolt to the limit.
I caught you about ten feet above the muddy ground, scooping you gently against my chest and rising back into the air. All around me, the people in the stands and my fellow Quidditch players had fallen silent but I didn't notice. Half afraid of what I might hear, I leant forward and gently pressed my ear to your chest. Over the roaring of the wind and the occasional crackle of lightning I could hear a gentle thudding, deep inside your chest. Letting out a sigh of relief I spun my broom around and flew off towards the school, not knowing or caring that all the teachers were yelling at me to bring you back.
Did you know that you can fly all the way from the castle's front door to the Hospital wing without having to stop to open any doors?
Madam Pomfrey gave a shriek of surprise as I flew in through the door, sliding off my broom to stand next to the nearest bed and laying you down on it. She didn't ask why I was the one carrying you. Didn't question that I held your hand as she poured a potion down your neck. She didn't even look surprised when I said I wanted to stay until you woke up. She's a great woman, Pomfrey. Wonderful in fact.
Dumbledore appeared about five minutes after I arrived with you. He didn't say anything about me flying off with you. He didn't mention the holding hands thing. Just looked you over once and asked Madam Pomfrey a quiet question before sweeping out and gently shutting the door behind you.
When Pomfrey was finished she said that you were just asleep and that you'd wake up soon. That you'd be fine if I wanted to go. But I didn't want to go. Something inside me told me that I could never leave you. I wanted to stay with you. Needed to in fact. You looked so beautiful, lying there, hair fanned out across the pillow. Despite the fact that the tips were singed to almost black and your face was deathly pale, you were so beautiful. I think you always have been and always will be beautiful to me.
I stayed by your side all night, head angled so it was resting on the pillow beside you. I don't know why I woke up but when I did you were watching me, your pale blue eyes watching me, not suspiciously, only with a sort of mild interest.
And that's when I understood, like I'd always known but hadn't realised. I knew right then that I loved you. And that scared me. I was terrified. Standing quickly I let go of your hand and backed away from your bed. I didn't know what to do so I stuck with an old habit.
"Learn to fly better next time, Malfoy. I won't always be there to catch you."
And with that I ran. I couldn't face you. How have you done this to me, Draco?
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A/N: I wrote this as a one-shot but if anyone wants I could write a second capter. If there's any interest.