"Is Draco awake yet?" Harry asked Madam Pomfrey for about the thousandth time that week since Draco had fell unconcious.
"Yes," she responded, "but I'm not sure if he really wants to talk to anyone right now. He hasn't said a word all day. Won't even look at me."
"I don't mind. Can I see him anyway?"
Madam Pomfrey opened the doors and Harry stepped in. He stood at the doors for a moment before walking up and sitting down next to Draco. Draco was staring blankly at the wall oppisite him, and didn't break the gaze as Harry took a seat.
"Hello, Draco," Harry began. He didn't budge, so Harry continued, "Are you feeling any better?"
Still nothing. Harry was beginning to feel worried. "Draco, please answer me," he said with a quiver as he placed his hands around Draco's.
Draco flinched and quickly darted his head to look at their hands. Harry pulled away his hands.
"I'm sorry, that didn't hurt, did it?" Harry questioned, cautiously.
Draco sighed, "No, it was just... shocking."
"Okay," Harry said as he placed back one of his hands. "So, how are you?"
He snorted. "Fucking wonderful, Potter. I've just been having the time of my life lately. You couldn't tell?"
"Draco," He said sternly, " would you just be straight with me, please?"
"Sorry, I'm an idiot," Draco paused for a few seconds. "You know what? You want to know how I feel? Everyone in this entire school hates me, including myself.-"
"Draco, I don't-"
"Harry," Draco looked up and into Harry's eyes, "I love you. I love you more than anything else in this world. I need more from you than just 'I don't hate you'. You don't understand how much it kills me that that's all it really is for you. I need you, Harry."
"But, it is more than that. I much more than just don't hate you. I have feelings for you, too. It's... It's just..."
"It's just that you love Ginny more."
"No, that's not-"
"No, no. I get it. She's pretty. All of your other friends don't hate her. She's capable of accomplishing things without making a fool out of herself. She's a girl. I don't blame you for not wanting this miserable excuse for a human being, when you could have much better."
"I really wish you would stop saying all of these horrible and untrue things about yourself."
"I really wish you would quit pretending that you cared about me. I know that you don't. I know that nobody doe-"
Draco was cut short as Harry grabbed his face and leaned in. As their lips met, Draco's mind went blank. Every ounce of angry, depressed feeling he had for himself was wipped away. All he could think was how beautiful and right it felt to be kissing him. He cluched onto the back of Harry's shirt with his good arm, never wanting to let go, wanting this moment to last forever.
Harry stopped and leaned over to whisper in Draco's ear, "Do you believe me now?"
"Harry," Draco whispered back as cohearent thoughts began to form again, "you need to make up your mind."
Harry sat back down in the chair, looking puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Do you want to be with me, or Ginny?"
"Draco, I-"
"Give me a straight answer, Harry. Because, no matter how much I love you, how much I need you, and no matter how much I hate that girl, you shouldn't be cheating."
Harry sat there for a moment, thinking. "You're right, I shouldn't cheat on Ginny." Another pause. "I really, really love you Draco. But, right now, I think what I need is... Is to be with Ginny. But, when that's over, I'm going to go straight to you."
Draco sighed, "Okay. But, how do you know you and Ginny are ever going to break up?"
"Don't worry about it. I promise, I'm going to come back for you," Harry began as he once again reached for Draco's hands.. "I love you so much Draco. So, I need you to promise me something, too."
"What?" Draco questioned, looking Harry in the eyes.
"You have to promise me you won't hurt yourself again." Harry said with large concern spread across his face.
Draco took in a deep breath, and let it out. "I promise."
"Okay," Harry said with hesitance, " so, do you know when your parents are coming in?"
"They wrote me. Neither of them have any oppurtunity until the winter holiday. So, I guess they're coming next week. But, whatever. I don't really mind."
"Well, that's good," Harry said. Just as he finished, Madam Pomfrey trotted in.
"I think you have had quite enough time talking to him, he needs to rest. Now, Harry, you get back to class." She shooed Harry out the door and grabbed medicince for Draco. "You take this, and you should be getting some more rest, lean back." Draco chocked it down as he stared at the door and kept on hoping Harry would come back in.
