Yes, I know this took forever, 'Ame. But I got it out, didn't I? Xb
Draco: Why'd you get it out to start with?
For 'Ame! Sorta… -.-U
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Ron grinned at the girl struggling underneath him, trying to get up.
"Ack! Ron, get off me! Visiting hours start in five minutes."
"Aww… C'mon 'Mione. Harry's a big boy now, he can take care of himself for an extra five minutes."
"With Malfoy."
It took the Weasley no time to react, and he hurried off of his girlfriend. "Malfoy's in there??? Why didn't you say so earlier? C'mon!"
He grabbed the brunette by the arm and practically dragged her to the Hospital Wing. When they arrived, Pomfrey blocked their way.
"Ack!! You have to let us through! Malfoy's in there!"
"I am well aware of who is in my care, Mr. Weasley. Now if you'd be so kind, visiting hours don't start for another minute, so I suggest you wait."
"What difference is there? A whole 60 second isn't anything!"
"Exactly my point. You don't have long to wait."
~Inside~
Draco rolled his eyes and scoffed, glaring angrily at the wall. Suddenly, Harry appeared beside him, a kitten's curiosity gleaming within emerald eyes. Their noses were almost touching and the blonde leaned away, confused and a bit uncomfortable.
"Uhh… Harry… What are you doing?"
Harry shrugged and pecked his boyfriend's lips before climbing off the bed and tottering to his own. He popped a chocolate frog inside his mouth, dropping his second Grendil the Sorceress card on the bedside table.
"Nofing"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Draco instructed automatically. He blinked rapidly when his words registered within his mind, before shaking his head. He lay back in his bed, arms folded behind his head, uncaring that Weasley or Granger would see his dishriveled state.
Madame Pomfrey let Harry's friends through, and, of course, the first thing that came out of Ron's mouth was, "Did Malfoy do anything?"
Silence ensued for a moment, the Malfoy heir acting like he was completely ignoring all that happened when his senses were actually very attentive.
"Not anything you'd think he would. We-"
"Don't." Ron and Hermione turned to stare at Draco, who just shrugged, eyes shut. "Don't tell them that part yet, Potter."
Harry sighed from his seat across the room. "Alright, Dr- Malfoy."
Draco rolled to his side, seceding he didn't care to hear Harry's telling, (he'd lived the story, after all,) and drifted to sleep, a display of weakness he normally wouldn't show even his closest friends, but he'd be damned if he refused to show trust in his companion after what had happened.
Harry watched the blonde curl up, pale platinum locks falling across the delicate face of porcelain beauty. A small smile came to his lips and he looked up. Hermione caught his gaze, lifting an eyebrow in question towards the softened, watching features. Harry shrugged, though mentally begged her not to tell Ron what her feminine intuition told her was obvious. She just pursed her lips and looked away, apparently annoyed. Harry pulled both Ron and Hermione onto the bed.
"I have to tell you something." He stared at the pale sheets, frowning lightly. "First, I'd like to say I wasn't being entirely truthful when I said I didn't think anything of Snape and Malfoy's conversation." Both friends' eyes lit up in interest. "You see, I actually know quite a lot. But-"
"Do you know who it is, Harry?"
Hermione elbowed Ron in the stomach, and Harry sighed. "Well…Yes…"
Both heads swerved to look at him, eyes wide in fascination. "Really? Who?"
"It's, well……" He glanced upwards, scowling deeply.
"Well? Go on then!" Ron nudged him, encouraging his to continue.
"…me"
He looked downwards again, unsure. Hermione straitened up and blinked a few times, while Ron fell off the bed in shock and surprise.
Flaming hair reappeared at the end of the bed, along with wide brown eyes. "You're kidding, right? You've got to be kidding."
Harry winced, frown deepening. "Sorry, Ron. No joke."
He released his wings to demonstrate his point, Ron and Hermione's jaws dropping to the covers. "Bloody Hell."
~later~
"So… You and Malfoy angels, huh?"
"Yes, Ron, Draco and I are angels."
For the second time, Ron fell off the bed.
"What???"
Hermione shook her head, sighing patronizingly. "You just called Malfoy by his first name, that's all," she stated vaguely, waving her hand towards the Slytherin's bed.
A faint pink wash painted itself on Harry's cheeks, and he bit his bottom lip. "oops…"
Ron stood, furious, face red. "Oops? OOPS? You just said that FILTH's name without realizing it, like if he was your boyfriend or something, and ALL you can say is OOPS????" He shouted, waving his arms around like a madman.
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. There was more truth in the statement than he expected, of wanted. The redhead turned white as a sheet.
"You're joking… right? Please be joking."
Harry sighed heavily. "Again, no joke."
Ron was trembling now. For a second, it seemed as if he would pass out. When he raised his eyes again, they drilled into Harry. "I don't believe you. Prove it."
Harry sighed again and dragged himself to Draco's bed, sitting beside the pale figure. He ran long fingers through the silken platinum strands, voice soft and uncharacteristically quiet. "Draco… Wake up, Draco…"
Slowly, glazed silver slits grew to reveal pale, clouded orbs. "Harry, I'm so tired…" It was obviously true, from the incredibly hushed, heavy, cracking voice. A hint of sadness caused Harry's heart to twinge, and he skimmed his fingers over an ashen cheek. "I've been watching since you tried to stab yourself… Worrying takes so much energy…"
"Then go to sleep, lovely. I'm sorry I've woken you, I thought you hated the Hospital Wing's tiny pillows."
"I do. If you find better, just- Oh, never mind, I've got a finer idea." He let his heavy lids drop, head falling on Harry's lap. He hid his face against the cloak, wrapping his arms around the raven-haired adolescent's waist. Harry blink, the corner of his mouth curving upwards, draping an arm around the destructive angel's waist, twisting nimble fingers into the soft fabric. He rubbed circles on the other boy's back with the unused hand. A gasp resounded in the room. Harry turned to Ron. Though stone-faces, he shrugged and both looked towards Hermione. She shook her head and all three looked to the door. There stood a fuming figure of masked anger and trouble rolled into a disturbingly pretty, dangerous mass of evil, git-like fury. Also known as Lucius Malfoy.
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Personally, I think that sucked. Except for the beginning of the last paragraph, I think that was cute. And the last two sentences. I think those are hilarious. : D
