The Mr. Bingley Illness
Disclaimer: No I do not own anything in this chapter relating to music, Harry Potter or Jane Austen, I am poor and I do this for entertainment.
A/N: Yay! This is the sequel to "Mr. Darcy Fever" In which Draco shows Harry how the fever affects him. Now, Harry is going to show how the illness affects him. Draco better watch out! (This one isn't as good as the first, in my opinion.)
Harry wandered the corridors, two weeks after "It" happened. Maybe he was hoping for another shot with Draco, maybe he wasn't.
After taking a turn, Harry realized where he was. He was back at the same spot where Draco had kissed him. He was looking for Draco, he needed to tell him, no show him how he felt.
Back where it all began, Harry thought that maybe Draco wouldn't come. Maybe he never meant anything to Draco and he was just using the kiss as a way of getting Harry's guard down.
We couldn't have that!
"I didn't think you'd come again." Disembodied, Draco's voice floated down from the rafters above Harry's head.
"Neither did I." Harry's eyes bore holes in Draco's skull.
Draco looked away. "Maybe you shouldn't have then. If you don't know what you want then leave."
"I know what I want, and I could get it, if he just came down from the rafters."
Draco raised his head once more. "There's nobody up here except me."
"You're not as smart as you like to think you are, are you?"
"Perhaps not." Draco smiled little.
"Come down, Draco."
"Maybe I don't want to." If you were listening, you would have heard the old wood groan under Draco's weight.
"I'll just be leaving then…" Harry trailed off and started to slowly walk away. More creaks can be heard, but louder this time.
"If you kiss me I'll come down."
"Come down, and I'll kiss you." Draco beckons for Harry to climb up.
Harry sighs a bit, "If I must, I must." As he is climbing up the rafter begins to break Harry just makes it to Draco, when down the come. Falling to the ground in an undignified heap, Draco makes the most of the situation and kisses Harry on the nose.
"You kiss me on my nose."
"I did indeed."
"Why?"
"That's what couples do."
"We're a couple?"
"Is that a problem?"
"Not at all."
And thus Harry kisses Draco on his nose, his lips and anywhere else he can get his mouth to.
And as Harry lays in Draco's bed, covered with silver and green sheets and a black comforter lying on Draco's chest, he cherishes his "Pride and Prejudice" and Jane Austen, for diagnosing him with Mr. Bingley Fever.
The End.