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Warnings: Slash and Cussing.
Thanks: Chantal Flameshadow. My Beta!
Summary: Harry's in a coma, Draco's going mad, and Hermione's annoying. :)Helpless Hope
Chapter One:
Hermione walked into the room, once again worried to see the too familiar blonde sitting at the bedside of her best friend. Her worry was not towards the fact that he was there by her best friend of eight years, however, but that he didn't seem to have moved since the last time she saw him, at five o'clock the previous afternoon.
"Draco?" the brunette asked as she reached out a hand to put on his shoulder, dropping her purse carefully to the ground beside her as she kneeled to be at his height. The blonde did not look up, still gazing intently at the young man resting in the bed, still and non-reactive to anything around him. When she said his name a second time, he looked up.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you," he said, his voice devoid of anything scathing, sarcastic, or mischievous, and therefore at a loss of life.
"Draco, you're worrying me," Hermione said to her newfound friend of a year. "Have you moved since I left last night?" she asked. Grudgingly, Draco shook his head, his hair hitting his face with every snap of movement his head made.
"I can't leave him, what if he wakes up and I'm not there to see him?" he murmured, a fear sparking his eyes as if a match was ignited.
"Draco, Harry's been unconscious for over a month and you've not left the house since he first went into a coma," Hermione said chidingly. "You need to live your life, Draco. Harry wouldn't want you to be here, growing even more pale and ill than he is. He'd want you to live your life the best that you can."
She could tell by the ashamed look on the blonde's face that he knew this was true. However, she also knew he would be too stubborn to do anything without a forceful shove. "Alright, time to get up," she said, standing and giving him room.
He did not budge and only shifted closer to Harry.
"Draco, get up, come on," she said again, growing impatient as she tapped her foot and gave him a healthy glare. When the glare was returned she stood firm and said, in her most commanding voice, "Draco Malfoy you get up right this instant or I'll dye your hair purple!"
That got him up.
"That's better. Now, I want you to take a shower, because you reek to high heavens. Then, I will make you breakfast, and you will eat it, and like it. Then, we can discuss further action, is that clear?" she said, sounding more like a drill sergeant than a helping hand. Draco, not wanting to anger her further, trudged to the bathroom and did what she asked of him.
When he got in the shower, Draco couldn't help but let out a halfhearted sigh. The water cleaning him felt great, but the pull to go to Harry was strong and pulled him, almost physically, to his side yet again. He felt he should be standing by Harry, his lover, and best friend.
He almost laughed as he began to reminisce about when he and Harry started dating. It had been a rocky start, as one would expect from a relationship that had begun with hatred. However, once they were able to see that the fine line between love and hate had been crossed, they had immediately felt the same: a love none could explain.
It then took a while for both to admit the attraction they felt. Draco could practically kill himself as he thought of all the times he would avoid Harry just to make sure he wouldn't reveal his newfound lust for the boy. He began having sex with anyone else, just to take his mind off of the fact that he had the most enormous crush on the boy who lived.
Who could have imagined that Harry was going through the same thing. However, instead of sleazing through the beds of every Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the school, he focused on defeating the Dark Lord; The Dark Lord, which was now causing so much pain to the poor blonde.
What had happened out on the battlefield, he wasn't sure. At first, he thought their side was winning, the side of the light. After running off with Snape in sixth year, he immediately converted to the light side and eventually joined the Order, and that was how he and Harry grew even closer. However, when they were out fighting the final battle that they had seen coming since the war began, something went wrong.
Terribly wrong.
For one moment, Harry Potter was victorious and had Voldemort on his knees, begging for pardon and to not kill him. However, the old snake's life was at an almost immediate end at this point and it did not surprise anyone that within a minute of pleading, the begging stopped and the tormentor was dead.
However, none could say they expected to see Harry fall down as well. All had frozen as Harry began to fall, except for Draco who sprang into action almost immediately, running only on the adrenaline and fear that was coursing through his veins, he caught Harry before he could hurt his head on the cold hard earth.
Draco's eyes began to tear, mixing with the shower's cleansing water as he thought of the life that had been depleted from Harry's eyes, yet his heart still was beating. Draco had shut the other's eyes with his thumb and forefinger and the two were quickly sent to St. Mungo's as the rest of the death eaters were rounded up.
No one was sure what happened on that battlefield. The doctors assured Draco that Harry was only in a comatose state, but since how it happened was unknown, Harry would have to awake on his own time. Ever since that day, which was more than half a year ago, Draco had sat by Harry's bedside. He rarely moved unless forced, ate unless forced, or did anything but watch as his lover stayed the same. No improvement or danger had occurred since the day that they rested the limp man on his own bed in their house just outside of London.
And still there was no change for Draco to rest his two feet on.
He got out of the shower and got into some comfortable clothing; a gray t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, and walked out into the kitchen. The smell of bacon and pancakes should have been comforting to the blonde, but they could only make him nauseous. However, he ate what he was given, though small in amount, then waited for what Hermione had to say to him.
Drinking a cup of coffee while watching him pick at his food, Hermione had remained quiet. She was mulling over the situation and what would help Draco cope with what was going on, since this road was only the way to destruction for him.
"Alright, we need to get you a hobby," she said leaning back, saying it slowly. She glanced at Draco who rolled his eyes. Yep, same old Draco. "Oh come on, you must do something!"
"I have sex," he offered. After resisting smacking Draco over the head, since he was in need of help not a reprimand, she attempted to help him with suggestions.
"Have you ever collected anything?" she asked.
"Nope, and I don't want to start," he said, interrupting her.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because it's a stupid, muggle activity and personally makes me feel too much like that Arthur Weasley character," he said with a sneer. Definitely the same old Draco Hermione thought to herself.
"Play cards?"
"No."
"Like to cook?"
"No."
"Can you play a- -?"
"No"
"Well, Merlin, Draco. Don't you do ANYTHING?" she asked, exasperated.
"Um…no," he said, for once after a long while, grinning quite triumphantly at annoying the girl then he stopped and grew thoughtful.
"Well," he began uneasily. "I did like to write when I was- -," but he was interrupted.
"PERFECT!" Hermione said. "I know what you can do! You can write a journal for Harry so when he wakes up you'll have something to give him to make up for how long he's been out," she said.
At first Draco thought it was idiotic, but then he saw that this could actually be something that could help him carry on. Plus, he could give it to Harry and Harry always did find that sort of thing romantic and shit. Draco thought it was all sappy garbage, stuff like writing a journal for someone, or writing poetry, but usually it got Harry to give him really good sex. Therefore, Draco didn't see too much harm in doing it.
Hermione was at the door before he could get another word out. "I'll get you one and give it to you tomorrow," she promised. After kissing the both of them goodbye, though one on the forehead since Hermione still got the shivers thinking that something weird might happen if she kiss Harry on the lips in his state, then left.
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