This is Dracos pov! enjoy! :)
Draco watched Harry as he slept on the chair beside his hospital bed. Harry had been in that chair for two days, Draco's case going to court was moved to next week and that was probably the only good thing about him going to the hospital. Draco smiled when Harry moved a little in his sleep, but didn't wake up. His father was probably angry with him. Draco chuckled. No, his father was probably furious and currently trying to take away his inheritage. Draco knew his father hated muggles, unless they had a purpose for him, like the bank managers in the bank Draco had robbed. Draco sighed. Muggles wasn't that bad. He glanced at Harry, who had started drooling in his sleep. Draco rolled his eyes. Maybe it wasn't muggles who weren't so bad, most of the hospital personal had annoyed him and more than once Harry had had to deal with them for him. Harry was different. Harry didn't care about the status of the Malfoy name and neither did he care that Draco had at first been… an asshole. Draco would admit that much, but so had Harry. Harry had made him feel like he was just a small part of a whole, someone Harry could control, because in the muggle world Harry had more power than him. Now Draco knew Harry wasn't like the muggles his father had spoken of. Harry seemed to care about him. He seemed to want to protect Draco, even though he by his father's money was forced to, it seemed like Harry truly wanted to help him.
Harry stirred and stretched a little as he slowly opened his eyes, green orbs meeting Draco's own grey. "Oh, youre awake!" Harry chuckled at his own words and ruffled his own hair, making it kind of puffy. "Have I been sleeping long?" Draco shook his head, smiling softly. "It wasn't that long- Really, I didn't mind Harry. I'm just-" He lowered his voice and muttered. "-just happy you're still here." Draco was turning into a sap, but the smile appearing on Harry's face, was currently worth it. Draco glanced away, smiling softly as he felt Harrys gaze on him. No wizard had ever given him as much attention as Harry did. Sure, there had been girls wanting his attention, because he was rather good looking and his father had a lot of power. No one wanted him for him.
He bit his lip, glancing at Harry. Their eyes met, the green in Harry's eyes keeping Draco's gaze locked. Draco hummed softly. Muggles certainly wasn't as bad as his father said they were. Maybe he should have been nicer to Granger and the Creevey brothers. He sighed. That was too late now. He sighed, realizing that Harry actually didn't like him for him, but for the muggle he was. Harry didn't know there was more to him than just words. Harry moved the hair out of Draco's face. "Is something on your mind Draco?" He muttered, Harry's lips where so red. Draco furrowed his brows as he glanced away. "I'm fine" Harry hummed and nodded. "good. You should probably rest Draco. You need to gain a lot of strength." Draco huffed. "Potter, stop acting like my mother" Harry looked surprised at Draco's sudden outburst and Draco half wanted to apologize and tell Harry he didn't mean it like that, but instead he stayed silent. Harry sighed. "I'll get going. I have work." Harry muttered, shaking his head.
His before shining green eyes where now dull, the spark haven left his eyes completely. Draco rubbed his cheek. He shouldn't have taken his own frustration out on Harry. It wasn't his fault. Harry stood up and Draco reached out to grab his wrist. "Wa-it" He whispered, feeling himself giving in to his own feelings. He didn't want to be alone. He didn't want his father to be able to come back. He didn't want to be transferred and healed. He wanted Harry to take care of him. To worry about him, in his stupid muggle way. Most of all he wanted Harry's warmth. He gulped. He didn't know when it had happened, but he had started actually feeling. Something his father had always warned him against. Feelings were for the weak ones. Feelings weren't anything worthy for a Malfoy. Feelings were a muggle thing. Harry was right, he didn't have to do as his father wished. Draco could feel if he wanted to. Harry made him feel and Draco weirdly liked it. He liked the way Harry made him feel. He bit his lip. "I-I'm sorry, please don't go." He finally mumbled, Harry's eyes had been locked on his face, probably watching the emotions running over Draco's face.
Harry sent him a soft smile and sat down on Draco's bed taking his hand and giving it a soft squeeze. "Just don't leash out on me again" Harry muttered, before leaning in to press a soft peck against Draco's forehead. Draco froze. Harry's lips felt like flower petals, which caressed his skin. It was a warm pressure against his cold skin. Draco wanted Harry's lips to stay there. He wanted them to warm him up and make him feel. Draco shivered when Harry pulled away. The other males face was bright red, probably haven acted on an impulse of the moment and now regretting it. Draco felt his heart sink in his chest. If Harry truly knew him, he wouldn't treat him like this. He would be disgusted with him. He would hate him for lying and most of all he'd push Draco away. Draco gulped, his eyes moving down to stare at the white sheets around him. Harry could never know. He sighed and glanced up at Harry. It was bad enough that he enjoyed Harry's attention, when Harry clear as the day was a muggle. Draco sighed. He knew his father would kill him before he could say Quidditch if he knew that the only Heir of the Malfoy family was gay.
Draco had had a hard time coming to terms with the fact. It wasn't really anything they talked about in the wizard world. He didn't know any books about the topic, neither did he know anyone who was known for being gay. Draco had often wondered why that was, but had after a while come to the conclusion that they had to be treated like mudbloods or possible worse. He sent Harry a soft smile. From what he had heard about the muggle world, when he had dared to sneak out to swim, he had gathered that homosexuals weren't exactly the norm. Neither were it accepted by the society. He had two worlds to hide in, but none of them would ever fully accept him like he was. He noticed Harry's eyes on him, but didn't really mind it that much. The fact that Harry stuck around, made the small dying hope of him being able to accept Draco bigger. It made Draco believe that Harry could accept his abnormal taste and in the end, perhaps, come to terms with the fact that Draco was a wizard. He furrowed his brows, his thoughts circling around Harry. Harry was… for a loss of a better word to describe exactly what he was – Good. Harry cared for someone he barely knew. Harry helped people for a living. Harry always knew what to do to make it okay. Harry got angry when he was hurt. Harry held his hand. Harry smiled at him. Harry kissed his forehead. Harry had the most amazingly green eyes Draco had ever seen and not even his messy hair could take the fact that he was hot away from him. If Draco had to be honest, which he tended not to be with himself, one of the things which made Harry hotter, was the pile of messy black strands on his head. Draco was usually rather picky, when it came to looks. He'd admit that much. When he'd been at Hogwarts, there had only ever been one guy. That guy had never even looked at him. At least not like Harry looked at him. Draco could feel his face heat up. He seriously had to stop thinking about Harry. It was okay when the person of his obsession wasn't sitting in front of him, but when he was, Draco should control himself. He of all people knew how to control ones emotions, which was why he took a deep breath and put his face into the familiar mask, he never had enjoyed to wear. He sat like that for a moment, trying to curse Harry out in his mind. Harry here and Harry there Harry everywhere. Draco squinted his eyes at Harry, who was looking at him with an amused expression on his face. His cheeks were still slightly rosa and it made his eyes stand out. He really had to snap out of it.
Him and Harry was in a hospital room all by themselves for god sake. Just the thought of that… the two of them in a room with a bed, alone, made Draco's head spin. He had it bad. He had to distract himself. That was when he started thinking about what Harry could possibly be interested in. He was a lawyer – what did they do. Draco's thoughts trailed off. Wasn't harry supposed to be at work? Shouldn't Harry take care of his cases instead of using his time on Draco. "Don't you have work?" Harry chuckled, obvious glad Draco had snapped out of his trance and shrugged a little. "I called yesterday, when you were asleep and told my secretary to cancel all my future appointments until you were feeling better." Draco could feel a tingle run through his body. Harry had cancelled his plans for him. FOR HIM. Draco felt all giddy. How could someone possible be so damn amazing? Draco was certain his face was now deeper red than the blood streaming through his veins. He really had it bad.