Chapter 11

What had happened? One minute he was getting ready to get revenge on Harry for pulling him into the hot spring the next he was saving him from drowning, but how had he gotten onto the side? Had Harry pulled him to the side then slipped himself?

It didn't matter not now, not when Harry looked so pale that he looked like a corpse. His breathing was shallow, his chest was barely rising making Clopin worry even more. How had it gone so wrong? They were finally making some progress with each other and now he was trying to help Harry, he was still breathing and his heart was still beating so that was good.

But he was so cold, and it scared him so much, what if Harry didn't wake from this? What if he did die? Clopin wasn't sure what he would do; he could follow Harry he supposed. He wouldn't be able to live with out Harry, he was the reason that he hadn't handed himself over to Frollo. Don't get him wrong he loved his life but what would it be without Harry in it?

Clopin pulled Harry to his chest and hoped that his body heat would warm him up somewhat; he couldn't let him go not now that he had him. Not now when he knew that he really did love the other and it wasn't a crush like he had feared it was, still he was really in love, not dreaming of it. Now if he could just keep Harry alone for a bit they could have some fun.

"Nghh."

Clopin felt hope fill him, Harry was waking up! Well sort of waking up but that still counted didn't it? Clopin wasn't sure but he thought it still counted.

"Come on, little tempter open them eyes for me."

Eyelids softly fluttered as Harry slowly came back to him, it wasn't much but it was a start one that he was happy to see.

"That's it, love."

Slowly but surely Harry's eyes opened and revealed his emerald green eyes clouded in pain, Clopin cupped Harry's face and tilted his head up.

"Harry? Do you know where you are?"

Harry gave a weak nod, Clopin knew that he didn't have the strength to do anything more than that, that he would be weak as he had no idea what he had done to himself. He could of fell and hit his head for all Clopin knew, he didn't know what had happened since he had been out cold himself.

Still he was just glad that Harry was able to do something, so maybe he wasn't that bad. Or maybe he was this weak because he had hurt himself very badly and he was slowly dying, the last one caused Clopin to freeze he couldn't and wouldn't think like that.

"Nghh."

Clopin shook his head how hard had Harry hit his head? Could he be bleeding and not know it? Clopin ran his hand down the back of Harry's head making sure to be gentle just incase Harry had hit his head and caused some damage he didn't want to make it worse. Harry moaned in pain when he hit a spot on the back of his head, Clopin felt a twinge of guilt for the pain he had caused but it was necessary.

"I am sorry Harry, but I need to check if you have hurt your head."

Harry groaned and opened his eyes; they weren't as clouded as they were before but still clouded.

"S'okay."

Clopin gave a relieved smile at a somewhat coherent sentence from Harry, even if it was only a word, so was that a sentence or not? He didn't know but he was taking it as a good sign one that he wanted to hold onto no matter what.

"Harry, I need you to try and move your arms."

Harry gave a moan of pain as he slowly moved both of his arms, it was only a little bit but it was good enough for Clopin. He was worried about Harry, about his little tempter he had no idea what to do, he had never been a situation like this before. For once in his life Clopin felt so lost, he was scared.

"Come on Harry keep those eyes open, love."

Harry opened his eyes and looked at him, Clopin could see the strain that Harry was going through just to keep awake. He placed a kiss onto Harry's fore head and wished that there were some way that he could give the other his strength.

"M'fine."

Clopin shook his head, he didn't believe that for a single moment, he was not blind or stupid he could see the pain that Harry was in.

"Save your strength little tempter, I will do all that I can to help you."

Harry gave him a tired smile; while he was still pale he didn't look to be on the verge of death any more. Instead he looked white as a sheet and his veins looked more prominent than before, He rubbed his arms up and down Harry's arms in an attempt to get some heat back into his body, Clopin himself was feeling the chill, he could feel it settling into his bones.

He was not as young as he once was, and Harry was so young he could have a pick out of anyone who he wanted yet, he chose Clopin a gypsy, a rogue, a man who did puppet shows for child, was scorned by the adults. Had to sell his body when he was younger because he didn't have enough money to buy food, and yet despite all that Harry was with him. Not one of the younger better looking men but him, it warmed him in ways that he didn't know existed.

"Love you my gypsy king."

Clopin looked down Harry's eyes were clearer and he was speaking a lot better, he had no idea how this was happening but he was glad that it was, he was so grateful. He pressed a kiss to Harry's long raven hair and smiled.

"Do you feel well enough to move?"

Harry shook his head and looked around him, he was greatly disappointed that their date had been ruined, that his 'Potter Luck' had once again made an appearance; he had nearly lost the man who he loved.

"Clopin you do know that I love you? I meant it when I said that I love you my gypsy king."

Clopin paused, he had waited so long for someone to say them words to him, and him alone. He had dreamed for years that he would find someone that would love him for him, not for his position as the gypsy king. He pressed his lips to Harry's in a kiss, it was short and sweet but it would have to do for now, right now he was more worried about helping Harry get back to the court. Although if they took their time?

Well he wouldn't complain and he knew that no one else would either.