I realize my first two chapters are kind of confusing.
Sorry about that. Also , I said I would post every Friday and for some reason I end up doing it over the weekend. So I'll start posting sometime during the weekend.

But here you go.(:

And I realize that there is some OOC. But honestly , I don't care.(:

Enjoy.

Chapter 3.

After Harry had that rather embarrassing, truthful conversation about Draco with Professor Snape in his chamber , he ran off in search of Ron. To tell him what happened with Snape.
That's when he found Ron bruised and bloody on the quidditch pitch.

Harry didn't believe Ron's lie of a bird story.

He took Ron to Madam Pomfrey. She didn't believe that it was a bloody bird that caused Ron to get hurt like that either.

"Harry , you can come back and visit Ron in the morning. He should be stable enough in a few days to move around."

"What's wrong with him Madam Pomphrey?" Ron is my best friend. He has to be okay.

"There will be some bruising and his cuts will need time to heal, but other than that he is perfectly fine."

"What about the big cut? The one across his face? That's deeper than the rest. Will it leave a mark? A scar?"

"Yes. The one across his face will scar and it will take longer to heal but he should be fine."

"There's no potion or anything you can give him to make the scar go away?" Hermione had just run into the hospital wing and she only heard the last bit about Ron's scarring situation.

Dumbledore found her as she was leaving the library and told her what had happened to Ron out at the quidditch pitch.

"Well , I do have a potion , but it's up to the boy. He gets to decide whether the scar stays or goes."

Harry POV

"Thank you Madam Pomphrey."

"Yes, yes. Now , move along. I have other mattered to attend too. And don't stay to late. I know how the professors are stacking on the homework for you 7th years, this year." Right she was. I have homework from every class and school has barely been in a month.

"Thanks Pomphrey."

Where's Draco?

Oh god. There's Draco. Bruised and unconscious... At least he is not covered in dried blood this time.

"Hermione ... look ..." I pointed my finger at him. I couldn't speak.

It hurt every time I thought of him in this shape. Now seeing his once perfect pale skin tainted with the ugly colors bruising caused..

Before I knew it, I had walked across the room and was brushing his pale blonde hair away from his eyes.

"Poor Draco ... what did you do this time to deserve this?" I wanted him to open is stormy grey eyes. I wanted him to look me in the eye and tell me that he was alright. That he would live. That it didn't hurt. That i shouldn't worry, or care.

I wish he would look at me again. But not with a scowl or smirk marking his features but a smile. A real Draco Malfoy smile.

But non of that will ever happen.

Ever.

I don't even know if he'll wake up at all. He could sleep forever.

"When i find who did this to you Draco , they will pay. I promise you."

"Harry. You care for Malfoy don't you?"

I yanked my hand away from his face. No. I didn't. I don't. I could never. Why would I care? It's just Malfoy.

"Excuse me? Care? Its only Malfoy, Hermione."

"Harry. It's alright. I'm worried about him as well. Oh , I hope he does wake up soon..." I hope so too. But he has too. Its been over twenty-four hours since I found him. Who knows how long he was out before that.

"I'll be in the library Harry. If you need me." I think she touched my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. But I wasn't paying much attention.

Ron POV

It was revolting the way Harry looked at the ferret. Why wasn't Harry at my bed side worrying about me

I'm his best bloody friend. Not Draco sodding Malfoy. A death eaters son and probably a death eater as well.
Malfoy is the enemy. Well , that's if he ever wakes up from his stupid coma.

Stupid Malfoy.

Even when he was practically a vegetable, the bloody ferret managed to get the upper hand on me. I wish he would die and leave Harry and us alone. Let us get back to our normal lives.

Why does Harry care so much? Why doesn't he care about me? Whatever. I don't care.

If Malfoy wakes up , I'll make sure to put him to bed.

Forever.

Harry POV Again.

I pulled up a chair after Hermione left.

"Draco. Wake up. Please." I grabbed for his hand. Cold. He was cold. I put his arms under the blanket and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

I can't bare to leave him.

"I feel like I'm supposed to watch you Draco... like I'm supposed to take care of you...Draco. What are you doing to me?"

"What are you talking about, Potter?" What?

"Draco?"

"Yeah scarhead. Who else would it be?"

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