Simple Kiss

Rating: R romance/angst

Pairing: Draco/Harry,? /?, ?/?

Summary: Draco's dared to do something. Who knew that one dare could lead to something much more then what anyone thought?

Warning: Slash (boy/boy) rape, violence, and suicide attempts

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Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and the gang then I don't think I would be writing this right now, now would I?

Note: Italic- thoughts

Bold/Italic- concisions

Chapter 9- Waking

Draco had gone to the Hospital Wing after he ate his dinner. He still wasn't sure why he was there other then we felt drawn to his arch rivals bed side. He was sitting there lost in thought staring at his hands when he heard movement. His first reaction was "shit!" He did not want to be caught sitting there next to Potter. He stood up quickly but when he heard no footsteps he was confused. Is there no one there?

He heard movement again and this time realized it wasn't someone walking, it was Harry. His head snapped to the figure lying on the bed and noticed he was now laying on his side verses his back. Draco swallowed hard, is he waking up? He watched the boy for a few more moments and realized he wasn't quite ready to wake up. His nervous was acting up, despite the fact that he knew he should leave before Harry saw him. Some reason that didn't matter. He sat back down in the chair and waited.

What seemed like years finally the brunette stirred again. Malfoy sat very still watching him.

Harry was feeling odd, he was feeling light and heavy at the same time. He realized the bed he was laying on wasn't as comfortable as he once remembered. I'm back was the thought that crossed his mind. He slowly tried to open his eyes and realized they felt heavier then ever and his head as aching something fierce. He groaned as his eyes finally opened.

Everything was blurry around him, and he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. He tried to sit up to find the table next to his bed but he was having some issues. At this point Draco took pity on the boy and handed him his glasses. "Sit still Potter, here's your glasses."

"Thanks Malfoy," Harry spoke softly, his voice raspy.

"How did you know it was me?" Draco asked.

"I slightly know your voice, only heard it for how many years," he said as he slide his glasses on his nose and the room came into focus. They both were silent for the next few minutes both lost in thought, both wondering what to say.

This wasn't a situation that either of them had ever expected to happen. This wasn't something that happened every day. Both were confused and somewhat embarrassed about behaviors as of late, as well as emotions. They both seemed to realize something had changed that day out on the Quidditch Pitch but neither knew what.

Draco had so many questions swirling around in his head he wasn't sure what he should ask. Let own what he may get answers too. It wasn't like they were friends, they were enemies! They had been ever since Potter had turned his hand of friendship down back in first year. He thought now what would it had been like if that never have happened. He wondered if this would have still happened. He wondered so many things and yet he didn't want to break the silence, which for now was comfortable.

Harry was the one to break that silence that rested between them. He too had many questions but the one he wanted answered the most was, "What are you doing here?" His voice was just above a whisper and Malfoy had to strain to hear it but he heard it.

Malfoy took a deep breath and answered as honestly that he could. "The truth is, I don't know. I don't know why I am here. I guess I was slightly worried about you. Your behavior didn't scream normal by any means."

Harry let out a bitter laugh, and started coughing his throat still dry from lack of water. He finally sat up and grabbed for the water on the nightstand, and took a few gulps before setting it back down. He shook his head at his company, "Worried? You Malfoy? Of All people? I find that hard to believe."

"I was and am. I don't know why. Maybe due to the look on your face when you jumped, maybe I am confused as to why the Gryffindor Golden Boy would want to kill himself. Over something that appears to be a very mild reason; a prank and a fight with your friends. I don't see it, or is because you finally have an issue in that prefect little world of yours, where something isn't going your way." Malfoy knew it probably wasn't the best thing to say to end his argument. He could tell as soon as the words left his mouth that it had affected the brunette

"What do you know of my life Malfoy? Nothing. Everything in the papers are lies, they know nothing. Not even my so called friends know me that well, apparently anymore," Harry said shaking his head. "They all think I live such a wonderful life but I don't."

"Either way not having a prefect life isn't a good reason to kill yourself just because times are tough."

Again Harry let out a bitter laugh and shook his head, a sad bitter smile on his lips "Times tough? Times have been tough for me since I was a year old. I just have reached the end of rope so to speak. I don't have to live to defeat anyone. My job is done around here and I should be the one to finally be happy. To not worry about anything, not have anything to regret, be moving on with my life. Finish my last year of Hogwarts and have my friends by my side to enjoy our last year of freedom not worrying about anything. This past summer I want to forget but I cannot, not just due to Voldemort." Harry shook his head trying to clear his mind again. His voice got softer as he went, and voice cracked at the end but his eyes were dry and downcast staring at his hands.

Draco listened to what his classmate was saying. He wasn't sure what to say. They sat there for a few more moments letting the silence fall over them. "You should leave," Harry said.

"Your so stubborn Potter."

"What does that mean Malfoy?"

"It means just that, that you're stubborn. Why give up? At least now. You said you want to enjoy this school term, then why let whatever happened this summer affect this year? You have the whole school term to make new friends and who knows maybe make up with an old one. Whatever happened this summer why let it affects your future? I'm not one to talk, but time heals all wounds. Don't be so rash."

Harry looked at Malfoy as if he had grown another head, "I'm not sure but that maybe just the most thoughtful thing you have ever said especially to me."

"Hey give me some credit here!"

Harry rolled his eyes at the boy and asked, "So I guess I should ask how long I've been out and what is going on around the school?"

"You've been out for just about two days, so not super long. The story is that you slipped and hit your head and was knocked out. Of course the rumor mile says just about everything so take your pick it's probably out there somewhere. As to everything else you will probably still be stared at due to," Draco ran his hand through his hair and continued, "well said dare I had to do. Needless to say Zabini and I aren't talking anymore." He said with a slight smirk.

Without thinking Harry said, "cause he spread that you were with some guy from my house."

Draco couldn't hide the surprise on his face which morphed into anger, "How the hell do you know about that Potter? You've been out since that came out!"

"Shit," Harry said "I really need to think before I speak." He said hitting his hand on his head which didn't help the pain that was still there. And said more to himself but of course Malfloy heard, "so it wasn't a dream."

"What are you talking about Potter? What wasn't a dream and you better bloody well answer me!"

"Alright calm down Malfoy! Head is killing me and your yelling isn't helping. Plus if you wanna stay in here, you better keep your voice down Madam Pomfery can hear you and kick you out! Before I can answer!" Harry glared right back, which seemed enough to shut his neighbor up. "Thank you!" He took a deep breath this was going to be hard to explain. "This is going to sound like I am on some type of drugs or under some spell. So keep an open mind and don't interrupt this is going to be kind of odd to talk about." He looked at Malfoy and wasn't sure why he would give the boy any answers but something told him he could trust him.

You can trust him.

Shut up I need to think.

"Well not sure how to explain this; I woke up so to speak and it wasn't here. I was in a place between life and death according to my parents who so happened to be there. I guess I was there to figure things out. Surprisingly took me a lot less time than I thought it would. Anyways, there was a pond sort of thing, which ended up being a window. This window allowed you to view into this word. All you had to do was think about the person or place you wanted to see. I thought about myself due to the fact I wanted to know where I was.

"Well when I looked the first time you were here. I don't know what you said I couldn't hear at that moment. I asked my dad how to, he told me it was like seeing, just think about it. So I did. You left and I was confused so I got up the next day early to see what you were up too. I shouldn't have spied but I was noisy.

"Anyways, I saw you 'beat' up Zabini, I didn't understand what was going on, figured it out pretty quickly." Harry paused he really didn't want to say he watched the memories He knew Malfoy would have been beyond mad at him and he was embarrassed that he did watch them. "I saw you take his memories and go back to your room. I saw you go into the pensive and then returned upset. After that I watched you as you came here." That's where he stopped, he figured that's all he needed to say, he figured Malfoy knew he had heard what he had said to him while in his sleep.

Needless to say Draco was a little paler than normal. He couldn't believe he had been spied on! Let alone by Potter! He knew he should be angry but his embarrassment was stronger than his anger, least at this moment in time. "So you heard everything then? From what I told Zabini to what I said in here, while I thought you were out?"

"Ya I did," Harry said and with a small pause decided he needed to say what was on his mind. "I agree with you though on a couple things. I do think something changed here, what I don't know, why I don't know. But I'm not sure if it matters anymore. The past seems to be just that; the past. All the rivalries between all of the houses just seem so childish and in all honestly this war has affected us all. I don't think there's many "children" left in this building, we all had to grow up way before our time. I would like to put all the whole Gryffindor and Slytherin; Malfoy and Potter shit behind us. Not saying we have to be buddy-buddy in the halls or classes but maybe we have more things in common than we thought we did. What do you say? Truce?" Harry asked holding his hand out to possible ex-enemy. "I turned your offer of friendship down first year due to what little I thought I knew, but as you can tell, maybe what I knew was all wrong."

Draco listened to what he was being told. He knew what he heard was the truth; they all were affected by the war, all in different ways. They weren't children anymore and needed to grow up. Part of him wanted to deny Harry and say no, they couldn't be friends. That part of him was the part that was hurt by the fact he had been turned down. He squashed his feelings of pride knowing this was the last chance he would ever have to befriend Harry Potter.

"Alright Potter, truce. Now everything that was said here no matter when cannot leave here."

Draco said shaking his now former enemy's hand.

"Deal, Malfoy. Although I feel we should attempt to call each other by our first names." He said smiling at his friend. Draco made a slight face and the mention of now calling Potter, Harry.

"Fine, although I have become accustom of calling you Potter, no promises, Harry," He said smirking crossing his arms over his chest. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh geez, what have I gotten myself into!"

Draco let a small chuckle fall off his lips, "oh don't you wish to know?"

Harry shook his head again, "I don't know Draco, do I want to know?"

Draco just shook his head, saying no. Once that was all settled and out of the way they sat and talked about how classes were going and Quidditch. Draco was watching Harry. He noticed how his expressions changed in a matter of secants. He was like an opened book and all Draco had to do was flip through the pages. He was glad to see that the boy next to him seemed okay, despite the fact he had been unconscious for two days. Although Draco thought he could see a glimpse of something else in his eyes. He couldn't put a name to it, or even if he had seen it. It was there one moment gone the next.

About an hour after they had become friends Harry was slowly nodding off. His eyes were half closed behind his long lashes. Draco chuckled and stood up, stretching as he did so. He could feel Harrys' eyes on him. Draco looked down at the boy with a half smirk and smile on his face.

"You need some sleep, and I got to get back to the dorms. I got damage control to do, before I portal the halls tonight. So go back to sleep. I will inform Pomfrey that you are wake, that way you maybe can escape soon."

Harry tried to hide the yawn and say "I'm not tired." It didn't work, Draco messed his hair up a little more, which earned a glare from the brunette.

"Get some rest you need it. Good night Harry, glad your okay. I'll stop by tomorrow."

"Night Draco," Harry said as he laid back down.

TBC

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