Draco awoke in a very…red looking bedroom, too red to be his own or any of his house mates. He observed heavy texture and warm color of the velveteen curtains that donned the oak four-poster bed, and the warmth of the soft white flannel sheets. He also noticed that everything around him smelled of comfort, warmth, hope; and love.

Draco buried his nose into the sheets and inhaled heavily. He wasn't sure whose bed he was smelling, or why he smelled so good, but he never wished to be parted from the smell. It made his pounding head lull to a dull roar, and also made him want to sink back into the darkness of sleep.

"Feeling better?" Potter entered the room with water, soup, tea, a few potions, and a friendly smile.

Draco's brain surfaced words, but nothing more intelligent than a groan escaped his tired mouth. Instead he decided to pull the covers over his head and drown into the godly smell.

"Still not feeling too good, Malfoy? You took quite a tumble on the pitch." The Gryffindor sat next to Draco's legs on the side of the bed and set the tray of goodies over the blonde's ankles.

The blonde attempted to remember the last few moments before he lost consciousness, but it was all just a big golden bright blur…. "Wh-What happened, Potter?" He groaned almost incoherently and reluctantly let the raven pull away the amazing smelling blankets.

"You fell off your broom stick at ten feet and past out."

"Oh…" Draco flushed and looked away; deeply ashamed of his broom-manship. Surprisingly, Harry cracked a smile.

"Why are you embarrassed, Malfoy?"

Draco grunted and sat up, narrowing his eyes in irritation. He pulled the tray forward and drank a few potions. He noticed that bright green eyes watched him intently.

"Quit staring, Potter."

"You still haven't answered my question." The Gryffindor said smoothly with a hint of cockiness.

"Well…" Draco grumbled, "I bet you caught the snitch…and I have to be your lap dog for a day."

Harry laughed again, and grey eyes narrowed further. He hoped his glare pierced through the chosen boy's soul. Through his glaring though, he noticed that the raven haired young man in front of him was actually quite charming when he laughed. His face lit up in happiness and a rumbly belly laugh that resonated in the room. When the laugh died down, it left the room feeling light, bright, and fun; It was the warmest, emotionally, Draco had felt since the war ended.

But it did leave him with an inkling of confusion, "Stop laughing at me, Potter. It's bad enough I have to be your personal house elf," he spat trying to hide his hurt.

"No, No, No, Malfoy!" He responded with a chuckle, sitting at Draco's knees. "You caught the snitch, that's why you fell!"

Then it suddenly clicked in the blonde's mind, eyes widened and he attempted to hide his joy from his face. "I-I did?(!)"

Green eyes sparkled in return, "Yeah, you did. Finally got one on me." He winked.

Draco grinned-no- beamed at Harry. "Wasn't that hard, Potter."

"Yeah, all it took was a concussion." He teased gently.

"Shut up, you sodding git." Draco rolled his eyes.

Sorry it's been a while; been super busy. Thoughts? :) I'll continue this some more. If you give me 3 words I'll make a 100 word drabble for you :)

Thanks a lot for your patience!