A/N: So here it is! Chapter 6! Beta'd and things, thanks to Julianne for doing so!
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the persons in Harry Potter (okay, in my mind, that sounder very dirty), though I wished I could own Draco Malfoy, because the boy is sex on legs.
Draco hadn't seen Potter for a week, a whole week. Not a single day out in the garden, not by the lake, and he had his curtains closed. Draco was actually starting to worry about the prick. He was lying in his bed, and it was in the middle of the night. He felt like he had to do something. He stood up, grabbed his clothes, and pulled them on over his pyjama. Then he walked downstairs, trying to be as silent as possible. He walked out the door, shutting it silently behind him. Then he walked towards Number 4 and climbed over the hedge. God, he was dead if the Dursleys woke up and caught him. He stood beneath Potter's window, and whistled. No reaction. He tried once more, but Potter was still silent. Draco sighed. He couldn't shout; then he'd wake someone else up, so instead, he climbed the gutter, knocking on the window, realizing that it was open to let some air in. Draco slipped his fingers through the crack, and pulled the window open, climbing in. He was busy trying not to make any sound and not falling down, so he didn't look into the room at once. When he was completely inside, he looked around. Someone was sleeping in the small bed in the middle of the room, and a while owl was standing on the desk. Draco smirked. Yup, this was definitely Potter's room. He walked over to the bed, touching the person in the bed. He reacted immediately, and sat up, before he gasped out in pain, and sunk back into the bed. Draco's eyebrows shot up, and he removed his hand.
"Ssh, Potter, if you make anymore sound, I'll be busted!" Draco sneered silently, and Potter stopped moving. He sighed, and looked away. Draco sat down carefully, and tried to get a proper look at the other boy.
"Potter, what's wrong? You're in even worse condition than you were a week ago. And you haven't been out for a week!" Draco whispered, but Potter didn't answer. Draco groaned silently, and grabbed Potter's shoulder, making him squirm in pain.
"Tell me, and I'll let you go." Potter gave him a deadly glare, and then he sighed.
"All right, I'll tell you." Draco removed his hand, and Potter sighed again, this time in relief. Draco furrowed his brows in concern.
"So, what happened?" he asked, and Potter looked at him, before he looked away again quickly.
"They found out that someone helped me. No worries, I didn't tell them who. But they decided to patch me up themselves." Draco didn't answer; instead he turned on the light beside the bed, and looked at Potter. He really did look like shit. Draco removed the covers, and then Potter's shirt. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
They had removed the stitches Narcissa had done, but not like it's supposed to be done. They had been ripped off, and some skin had been torn off with them. Instead, they had pinned his wounds shut with a stapler. The wounds were red and infected; he also had some serious problems moving. Draco sighed, and stood up.
"Come here," Draco mumbled, and helped Potter up. He had to hold him so he wouldn't fall, and Potter looked a bit dizzy.
"Where are we going?" he mumbled, and Draco helped him over to the door.
"Okay, you have to be really fucking silent, or this will be painful for the both of us." Potter nodded, and Draco opened the door. Together, they made their way downstairs, Potter hanging after Draco. It was hard to get out of the house without making a single sound, but they made it. Then Draco pulled the seriously injured boy with him into Number 5, all the time aware of Potter's groans of pain.
"Almost there," Draco mumbled, and they stumbled inside, where Draco quickly kicked off his shoes, and dragged Potter into the kitchen. Then he realized that Potter wasn't going to be able to sit on a chair, and guided him towards the sitting room. He dropped him down on the sofa, and hurried into his parent's bedroom.
"Mom, I seriously need your help," he whispered into her ear, she sighed, but followed him.
"What is it now? Harry again?" she asked, and Draco nodded, hurrying into the sitting room. Narcissa stopped dead, gasping. Draco walked over to Potter, and sat down on the floor in front of Potter's head, staring into his eyes to see if he was still awake. He gave Draco a small smile, and looked at Narcissa, who came running towards him, quickly studying his injuries.
"Oh my," she whispered, and brought a hand to her mouth. She looked at her son, who furrowed his brows.
"Is it really bad?" Potter mumbled, closing his eyes. Draco did something that shocked him, Potter and his mother: he grabbed Potter's hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing it carefully. No one said anything; Narcissa just continued to study the wounds. Then she sighed, and looked at Potter.
"I have to take you to St. Mungo's. How long is it 'til you turn seventeen?" Potter closed his eyes for a second, and squeezed Draco's hand.
"Three days." Narcissa nodded, and stood up.
"I have to go get Lucius. Watch after him, Draco. Don't let anyone in." With this, she ran off to go wake her husband and tell him everything. Draco stared at Potter, his lips still resting on his hand. Potter met his eyes, and sighed.
"This is bad, isn't it?" he whispered, and Draco nodded.
"Yes, you have some major infections, and-" Potter cut him off with a movement of his hand, and Draco closed his mouth.
"Not that. This," he said, squeezing Draco's hand. The blonde blushed, and looked away.
"Oh. That." Potter giggled slightly, and stroked a finger over Draco's chin.
"No worries. I don't mind." Draco looked up at his enemy of six years, and swallowed. Damn it! Why does he have to be so cute, so… shag able? Draco could hear his parents talking in the bedroom, and he made a quick decision. He pressed his lips towards Harry's, stealing a quick lick on his bottom lip, before he pulled away again. Potter opened his mouth in shock, and he blushed. Narcissa came into the room, and Draco quickly dropped Potter's hand. Maybe it's time to start calling him Harry, he thought, before he stood up to meet his parents. Lucius came running, his hair everywhere and his clothes barely on, but when he saw Harry, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Get him into the car, quickly," he said, turning around and running outside to start up the car. Narcissa looked at Draco, then at Harry.
"No kissing when he's around, all right?" she said, her eyes twinkling. Draco blushed furiously, and Harry just stared at her.
"How… how'd you-?" Draco stuttered, and Narcissa walked over to him, dragging her hand over his bottom lip. She showed him her hand, where a small trail of blood shined red. Draco blushed even more, and desperately dragged his hand over his mouth. Narcissa just smiled, and walked over to Harry. Draco followed her, and together they got him up in standing position. Just like the last time, blood started to pour from the wounds, and Draco made a face in sympathy for his schoolmate. They dragged him out in the car, and Narcissa told her son to sit in the back seat with the dark haired boy. Draco slipped inside, and let Harry rest his head in his lap. This shouldn't feel so good, he thought, as Harry shifted to make himself more comfortable. Draco wanted to stroke his hand through Harry's hair, but since his father was seated in the driver's seat, he couldn't do that. That's a shame.
"He'll be all right. Maybe you should report this to the Muggle police. After all, it was muggles who did it." Draco wasn't sure what a 'police' was, but his father seemed to know, because he shook his head.
"No. It won't work," Lucius said, and the healer sighed. His name was Mr. Bourbo, and he was skinny, tall and didn't have any hair. His head and arms were covered in black fur.
"Just one more question. How did you find him?" he asked, and Lucius froze. Narcissa smiled at Mr. Bourbo, while she patted her husband's hand.
"We were just passing by. It was pure luck, I guess." Mr. Bourbo nodded, and smiled back.
"Well, you can visit him if you want to. But he'll have to stay here for a couple of days: he's got some serious infections." Draco nodded, and stood up. Narcissa nodded at him, and squeezed Lucius's hand.
"We'll stay here, love. Just go in there; I'm sure he'll be pleased to see a friendly face." Draco rolled his eyes at her, and walked into Harry's room. He was lying in his bed, and he looked a lot better than he had a couple of hours ago. He turned his head when he heard the door being opened, and smiled at the blonde. Draco smiled back, and walked over to the bed, sitting down. Harry studied him for a few seconds, and then he sighed.
"Thanks for getting me here. The last week… that was the worst week in my life." He looked so hurt, just by the thought, and Draco grabbed his hand, not knowing what else to do. Harry looked down at their connected hands, and then back up at Draco, who was staring at him. Then he sighed again, looking out the window. Draco wanted to do something to comfort him, but he never took the course "How to love someone". Instead, he looked away too, still holding Harry's hand.
"Uhm, sure… no problem," Draco answered, feeling awkward. They sat in silence for a little while, before Harry sighed, and pulled Draco closer. Draco almost jumped in surprise, but let the other boy pull him down on the bed, so he could snuggle up against him. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's shoulders, and pulled him even closer. Draco's heart was beating very fast and very hard, and his breath was irregular.
"Hey, hey, relax," Harry mumbled into his ear, and Draco swallowed, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
"Sorry, I'm not used to… this," he mumbled back, and gasped when he felt a hand stroke over his back. Harry sighed, and turned to his side, wrapping both arms around the smaller boy, and pulling him so close he couldn't move. Draco sighed, and closed his eyes, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Harry's neck. It felt safe to lie like this, cuddled up in someone… then a cold lump formed in Draco's stomach. This was Harry Potter, for Merlin's sake. People were never going to accept their relationship. But when he felt a cold hand on his warm back, all those thoughts flew out the window, and he groaned, and pressed into Harry's warm, delicious, shag able body… Draco had his hands on Harry's chest, and he kept them there, not sure if he could move them, even if he wanted to. Harry rested his hands under Draco's shirt, slowly making small circles with his thumb. Then he placed a small kiss on Draco's forehead, and another one, and another one… Draco groaned, louder this time, and raised his hands to pull Harry's head down. Their lips met, and Draco slowly closed his eyes, and felt a hot tongue lick his bottom lip carefully. The blonde parted his lips, and let the dark haired boy slip his tongue inside, licking the roof of his mouth. Draco groaned again, and rested his hands on Harry's back, gripping the shirt to steady himself. This was way better than sitting in the garden, totally alone, this was way better than most things Draco had ever experienced, actually. So when Harry rolled on top of him, he just adjusted himself beneath him, and wrapped his arms tighter around him. Harry had his legs on each side of Draco's body, and his hands around his neck and back. Harry broke the kiss, and panted. The blonde opened his eyes, and met a pair of groggy, emerald ones.
"Harry?" he asked, and the other boy smiled.
"Draco," he whispered back, and Draco realized that it was the first time he had said his name, at least as he had heard. He tried to connect their lips again, but Hary just smiled and reattached his lips to Draco's neck, kissing gently.
"Harry," Draco panted, and grabbed Harry's hair, holding him close. He felt Harry's teeth on his skin as he bit down carefully, and Draco gasped, curling his toes and tensing his back, so that his hips grinded up against Harry's. Harry groaned, making vibrations on Draco's neck. The latter had enough of the neck kissing, his lips was begging for more, so he forced Harry's head up, and connected their lips once again, licking and kissing furiously. Merlin, he's hot! Draco thought, as Harry's tongue played around with his. Then Harry pulled slowly away, and studied the blonde's face. The latter sighed, and looked at the dark haired boy's swollen lips.
"Maybe we should stop now," Harry panted, and Draco nodded.
"Maybe." Harry dropped down beside Draco, and wrapped his arms around him again.
"We'll take it another time," the dark haired boy giggled, and Draco rolled his eyes, but turned to his side to snuggle up against his… well, what were they? Last time Draco checked, they were enemies, but after this…
"Are we enemies?" he asked, and Harry laughed. Draco was straight forward, he might as well get used to it.
"Maybe not enemies. I honestly don't know," he answered, and Draco sighed. They couldn't be boyfriends, that'd ruin everything Draco had built up during the years. But he couldn't go back to hating Harry: he just couldn't. He poked out his tongue, and licked the skin on Harry's neck. The latter shuttered, and his eyes fluttered shut. Draco licked his neck again, and looked at the boy next to him.
"You taste good," he purred wickedly, and Harry groaned, and his eyes popped open. He gave Draco a poisonous glare, and sighed.
"Please, don't say that right now," he mumbled, and Draco bit down, making Harry clench his jaws shut to hold back a scream of pain.
"That hurt, you fucking prick!" he snapped, and Draco bit him again. Harry pushed him away, making the blonde fall out the bed. He groaned, and sat up, rubbing the back of his head.
"What did you do that for?" he sneered, shooting daggers at the boy in the bed. Harry just mumbled something, and turned his back to Draco, who crossed his arms over his chest, and looked away. They sat like that for a while, when the door was opened, and Narcissa poked her head in. She looked at the two boys, and giggled.
"Had a fight already?" she asked, and Draco looked at her, telling her to get lost. She just laughed, and looked at Harry's back.
"How are you, love?" she asked, and Harry turned around to look at her, smiling.
"I'm fine," he answered, before his hand shot up to his neck. Draco rolled his eyes, and turned his back towards the bed.
"Wimp," he mumbled, and Harry smacked his head hard. Draco smacked his hand back, and resisted the urge to jump up and bite him.
"Ouch!" he shouted, furrowing his brows angrily. Harry huffed, and hit his head again.
"Like you don't deserve it!" he sneered, and Draco stood up, ready to hit him. Narcissa sighed, and walked over to her son, grabbing his hands.
"Now, now, Draco. He's sick, wait 'til he's fine. Or don't hit him at all, right?" she said, deserving a glare from her son, and a nod from the boy in the bed. Draco pulled his hands away, and rolled his eyes.
"You just wait," Draco sneered at Harry, who giggled. Narcissa hugged the boy in the bed, before she looked at Draco.
"Well, we'll rent a room 'til Harry gets well, then we'll get you and him back to Malfoy Manor. I don't think he should be in Privet Drive." Draco looked at her, surprised, before he grinned widely.
"Yes!" he said, and placed a hand on his hip. Narcissa just sighed, and turned to walk out of the room.
"Are you coming? You can come back later. Right now, you have to help us find a hotel you can live in," she said coolly, and Draco rolled his eyes. Draco was very picky when it came to beds and rooms. He gave Harry a deadly stare, who just rolled his eyes at him and turned around again. Narcissa sighed again, and walked out of the room, leaving the two boys.
"Wimp," Draco muttered, and walked over to the bed. Harry huffed again, but didn't move.
"If you're that rough, I'd rather be a wimp," he said, and Draco groaned. That little, fucking… he pressed his palm to his forehead (A/N: Also called 'doing a facepalm', but my beta asked what it ment, I think, so I'll put it like that), before he bent down and kissed his cheek quickly. Then he hurried out of the room, afraid Harry would think he'd grown soft.
A/N: Woho! A whole chapter just for your pleasure. Please read and review, it will make the sick me very, very happy! And sick as in actually sick, I'm having a fever and if I leave my bed, I'll throw up. And my parents are in spain, so I'm miserable puppy eyes