A/N: My first real submission for the Houses Competition!

House: Gryffindor

Category: Drabble

Prompts: An injury, sunrise

Word count: 617

Title: Recovery in the Dark

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Harry's eyes opened slowly, and he sat up on his bed in the hospital wing. He winced as all the pain from his injuries came flooding back to his limbs like a harsh waterfall. The painkiller Madame Pomfrey had administered must have worn off.

Harry had yet to put his glasses back on, so he could barely see in the darkness. He heard the door open and close, then footsteps. A blurry figure stopped in front of him. They looked tall, pale, and were wearing all black. He could make out their eyes. Silver. "Malfoy? What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night," he asked his long-time enemy, weakly feeling around the bed for his glasses.

Draco took a deep breath. "I...came to apologize for yesterday." His steel eyes were pointed at the floor. He looked like he didn't want to do this, but had no choice in the matter.

"You, apologize? Yeah, sure." Harry tried to cross his arms, but it hurt to move them.

"Look, Potter, I'm sorry, ok? What I did was wrong. I should've known better than to mess with you that way. Can't you just accept this? It's hell on me if you don't." Draco looked like he might start crying.

Harry looked at him skeptically. "And how does that work exactly? Last time I checked, I'm the one sitting in the hospital wing and you're standing on two feet."

"I was told I'd be kicked off the Quidditch team."

"Oh. Well, you didn't exactly earn your way onto the team second year. I don't see the problem there."

"And that I would be suspended, and my father would see to it that it never happens again-" he started crying a bit, fiercely trying to hold it together. His voice held anger.

Harry looked at Draco, now noticing a few things that were out-of-place: hair that was messy as opposed to being combed neatly to the side, black clothing that was wrinkled. "Malfoy, if you need to sit down, there's a chair at the end of the bed-"

"I don't need your help, Potter," Draco bit back. "I said I was sorry, is that not enough for you?!"

"Maybe you could tell me what's wrong."

"How could anything possibly be wrong? It's like you just said: you're the one in the hospital, and I'm the one out in the real world, being forced to do things I don't want to do." Draco shut his mouth and repeatedly wiped his hand across his eyes, keeping the tears from showing.

Harry smiled empathetically. He lightly patted the side of his bed. He was in the middle, so there was space.

Draco was hesitant. He looked at Harry with tear-stained eyes.

"It's fine, Draco, I won't bite. I wouldn't be able to, it'd hurt me much more than you," Harry assured him. He'd used his first name because..he wasn't sure why.

Draco walked quietly to where Harry had gestured to, and sat down. He continued to not look directly at him, putting his hands in his lap.

Harry moved his arm slowly so it landed softly on top of Draco's hand. Draco looked down at it then, finally, made eye contact with Harry. "You...used my first name," was all he said.

"I know. It didn't feel right to use your last. That's so formal."

"So, you're saying this isn't? Wasn't that me making a formal apology not five minutes ago?"

"I suppose it was." Harry now felt light coming through the windows. The sun was rising. "Look, Draco. Here comes the sun."

"Oh, yes, it is quite beautiful, isn't it?" Draco didn't sound very sure.

"Yes, it is," Harry agreed.

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