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The Fall

The first time I saw him, I mean really saw for who he really was, was when I was in Fifth year. I had spent the morning flying in the rain with the quidditch team during one of our allowed practice times. It was chucking it down, the rest off the team was happy to call it a day, but I wasn't pleased with how my broom was going, so after practice was over, I headed out over the forbidden forest for a quick flight on my own. My broom seemed to be stuttering and was dropping steadily over the tops of the trees. I started to turn to head back to the castle when it gave an almighty buck and I toppled off.
I guess I must have smacked my head on a branch, because all I remember is being shaken quite forcefully. I opened my eyes and there he was, well there was 2 of him I should point out. His face swam before my eyes. Doubled. I could hear some sort of sounds but couldn't make any sense of them. Then he grabbed me, swung me over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. He wasn't very comfortable to be strewn across. His shoulder was hard and sharp digging into my stomach, but it was warm, so warm his heat was coming through my cold, wet flying kit. He half walked, half ran towards the castle, my head lolling stupidly from side to side over his back. I felt foolish across his shoulder being carried as if I was a sack of potatoes, but I couldn't make sense of who he was or why I couldn't move.
We reached the castle doors after quite a while of silence, he shoved the huge oak does open with his free hand and ran through them,then up 3 flights of stairs to the hospital wing. Still he carried me as if I weighed nothing. As I was flung down into the nearest hospital bed by my transporter, I heard an audible gasp from madam pomfree. I reached up and grabbed as hard as a could at his black robes. All I knew is I didn't want him to leave, I was shivering like crazy and all i could think about was his warm back. He tried to tug his sleeve away from my firm grasp, "Weasley! Let go of my robes!"
Immediately I released them, as it they had burned me. I could have recognised that cold, harsh voice anywhere, the warm body I had been trying to pull back to me, was that of Draco Malfoy.

By this point madam Pomfree was upon up, brandishing a bottle of teal coloured liquid. Draco turned to leave. "Stop right where you are Malfoy! And explain why I have a seemingly concussed Weasley in my hospital."
"She fell off her broom over the forrest and I carried her in here so you could fix her battered head." He replied "Can I go now? Its not mind idea of fun to stay in a hospital or near a Weasley for longer than I have too."
"Yes, yes. Get out of here, and vanish that mud from your boots after you." Madam Pomfree yelled after him as he had already turned and walked away.

It wasn't a pleasant rest of the day, madam Pomfree refused to let me sleep, even though that was all my body wanted to do. The room still swam before me, fuzzy around the edges and blotchy. I saw stars for several hours. Finally around midnight, she was satisfied I was out of danger and allowed me to sleep. I instantly allowed myself to be engulfed by the thick pillow and suck into the mattress. At first my dreams were fluctuated with Draco's face. He was always there, I ran after him through the chamber of secrets, and where Harry should have been, saving me from the basilisk, Draco's white blonde hair and sculptured face was there instead. After the great snake fell, sword through the roof of its mouth, he turned and walked towards me. Then he was there stroking my cheek and whispering something that I couldn't for the life of me hear.
A sudden crash of thunder woke me, the rain from the morning had worked itself into a full blown storm during the day. With my sudden return to reality I snapped fully awake fast, and I saw him again, there sat on the edge of my bed, staring out of the far window at the fast escalating storm crashing at the glass. One warm hand was on my forehead, carefully stroking around the gash caused by my battle with the trees earlier. Madam Pomfree hadn't wanted to fix it immediately for fear that magic would addle my already troubled brain and push me further into concussion.

I reached up, hardly aware of what I was doing, and touched Draco's cheek with the tips of my fingers. He jumped, but didn't move away. Then very slowly he looked away from the window and the lashing rain, down to my face. He moved his face towards mine until the ends of his hair were brushing against my skin, then even closer so our breath was mingling, twisting and turning together. He moved his hand down to caress my cheek, bringing fire to my skin where he touched it.

Then as suddenly as it had started it was over, as if he had realised what he was doing, and he seemed to leap away. He dashed to the door, pulled it open and then stopped and looked back. I tried to sit up, but as I did my head began to spin and I thought I was going to be sick.
"Don't, you will make yourself worse, just go back to sleep." He whispered gently, And with that he was gone.