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Warning: This contains yaoi which is boy/boy material. It's a Draco/Harry [awwww!] fic. If you don't like stuff like this, don't read!!
/thoughts/ (because ffn keeps screwing up my italics...grrrrr...and speaking of things that are messing up, ignore the little * things at the end, they're just there to give space between the story and me talking...er, writing actually...)
~~~~~~~~~character switch
iti-Draco, sweetie, do the disclaimer.
Draco- No! You killed me!! And you don't call me sweetie!
Harry- Only I can call him that! ::glomps Draco::
iti- Oh, I'm sorry, of course only you can call him that. But, Draco, you still have to do the disclaimer.
Draco- No, you don't control me.
iti- Actually, I do. ::voice becomes booming and there's thunder:: I am the almighty authoress! I have
undisputed power over all...or at least you.
Draco- ::turns to Harry:: Does she?
Harry- ::nod nod::
Draco- . damn it....insight_to_insanity owns absolutely nothing that has to do with Harry Potter, thank god...
iti- Draco....
Draco- sorry....she's also making no money off this
iti- Good! Now to the story!
Chapter 2
The air felt heavy and was thick with the scent of medicines, which did not in any way aid Draco's throbbing head. He was in the infirmary. Consciousness came slowly to him as he lay there in the bed, but he did not open his eyes, he still felt too weak to do that. Every part of his body felt a thousand pounds and he was almost certain his slow breaths would cause his chest to cave in. His heart rate quickened momentarily when he realized that he was not alone in the room.
Someone was sitting beside him, grasping his hand and they were running their fingers through his hair. It was extremely peaceful. Two years ago that action would have been impossible what with the obscene amounts of hair gel Draco would apply, but now he let his hair go natural, and it was much preferred that way by the females, and a few of the males, at Hogwarts. Draco then noticed that this person, who ever they were, was sobbing quietly.
"Has Mister Malfoy woken yet?" Draco distinctly heard Dumbledore ask.
"No, not yet." Pomfrey said. "I imagine he'll wake soon. He was brought quickly."
/I was brought here? By who? Someone came into the dormitory when I wanted to be left alone?! When I find out who did that I'll kill them!/ He mentally paused. /No, I'll thank them. If not for them I'd be dead. Then I'll kill them, or at least maim them. Or I could maim them and then kill them! Yes... that's a good plan... /
"How long has he been here?" Dumbledore asked in a whisper that Draco could just barely hear. /That senile old coot! Shouldn't he know how long I've been here? Honestly, what kind of headmaster is he?/
"Since Mr. Malfoy." Pomfrey replied in an equally quiet voice. So they weren't talking about him. Well, that was a shot to his ego. "He refuses to leave. He's just been sitting in the chair staring at him. Poor dear. Must have shocked the hell right out of him to get that reaction."
Draco heard footsteps coming towards the bed. "You hear that?" Dumbledore asked in a louder tone, obviously speaking to the one holding Draco's hand. "He's going to be just fine. Now come along. It's late, and I can't very well be the reason that you fall asleep during all your classes, now can I?"
"Pl-please, Professor, let me stay." The voice was strained with held back tears.
Draco's heart practically stopped when he realized who the person was. That soft sad voice, that hand the held so dearly to his, those fingers that entwined his hair, all belonged to Harry Potter.
Dumbledore sighed in a defeated way. "Very well, Harry. But you still have to go to your classes tomorrow morning."
"Yes sir. I know." There was a pause and as Dumbledore began walking away Harry added. "Thank you."
"It's nothing Harry." Dumbledore and Pomfrey could be heard walking out of the room where Draco and Harry were.
Draco felt Harry's hand move momentarily to stroke his cheek and then return to his hair. "Why did you do this?" He asked.
/Because I love you./
Hours had passed and Draco's strength began returning to him. He was still tired, which was to be expected, he had lost a lot of blood. Harry's hands had stopped moving, but they were still there. He had fallen asleep in that chair still watching over Draco. It was the single sweetest thing Draco could have ever imagined. He suddenly felt the urge to open his eyes and see Harry, just to ensure that it wasn't some wonderful dream.
He had to blink a few times to get use to the new light that was streaming in through the window. Harry's head had rolled over onto his shoulder, his chest was rising steadily with each breath, and his tousled hair was more disheveled than usual. The whole scene was beautiful, captivating, heart warming, and adorable all at the same time.
/This is why. This is why I love him so much. He's all those things and more. God he looks good in the light./ Draco snorted. /What the hell am I thinking? He looks good in any light./
Soon, the moonlight became daylight and Harry began to stir. Draco had not slept at all after waking, partly because he had been sleeping for a long time before, and partly because he was too consumed with questions as to why Harry was there to remember to be tired.
Harry blinked a few times to wake himself, a smile coming across his face as his green eyes met silver ones. "You're awake."
"You're here." Draco replied in a whisper. "Why?"
Harry seemed a bit surprised, he must have expected Draco to at first greet him or at least insult him. Draco in truth wished that he had, greeted him that is, but he was too confused.
"I was the one who brought you here." He returned softly.
"You found me? How? I tried to kill myself in the Slytherin dormitories. Why were you there?"
Harry noticeably flinched when Draco had said 'kill myself'. "It doesn't matter why I was there, what matters is that I was."
"Yeah, I guess." Draco was quiet for a moment, staring into Harry's eyes. "Why did you save me?"
Again it seemed as if Draco surprised him. "I couldn't let you bleed to death."
"Yes you could." Draco replied calmly.
"Wouldn't you have saved me if I was going to die?"
"Yes, but why did you save me? You hate me so much." Draco added quietly.
Harry sighed. "Would you allow someone to die if you hated them?"
"Yes."
".....But, you said you'd save me."
"I would."
"You just said you wouldn't!" Harry now looked thoroughly confused.
"I said I wouldn't if I hated you." Draco said calmly.
"You do hate me!" Harry was now eyeing Draco's head worriedly, probably thought he fell on it.
"I never said that." Draco replied earnestly.
Harry didn't retort for a few moments, his eyes were searching Draco's face for something. "I don't hate you either." He responded. Draco stared into Harry's eyes. They truly were magnificent. He felt as if he couldn't break the gaze. Or maybe he just didn't want to. He truthfully didn't care either way, just so long as he could watch those emeralds. They were still as intense and penetrating as always, but they didn't reflect the emotions Draco had become so accustomed to seeing in them. He didn't miss that in the slightest.
A deep blush set into Harry's cheeks and he pulled back his hand, which had still been grasping Draco's, and stood up. "I...uh, I gotta....well classes....and I, uh," he blushed harder and said the next part very quick. "Good bye, Draco. Feel better." And he darted out the door.
Draco sat up in the bed, gaping after the boy who had just left. /He called me Draco.../ He then fell back onto his bed giggling happily.
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"5 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, THANKS TO MR. POTTER!" Snape bellowed.
"Wha-what?" Harry snapped his head up and out of his Draco induced daze and began protesting. "I didn't do anything!"
"Exactly Potter." Snape sneered. "I've been calling your name for practically five minutes to answer a question and you did just what you claim. Nothing. Even your little friends began chanting your name!"
Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione who confirmed what Snape said with a nod. "Oh, sorry Professor."
Snape growled. "Whatever. Just see that it doesn't happen again."
"I can't believe it!" Ron said as the three of them left potions class. "He called your name for five bloody minutes and he takes only five points, while he deducts 20 for Neville mispronouncing some stupid word!"
"I can." Hermione stated. "He's probably grateful for what you did for Malfoy last night."
Harry faltered in his steps and stared at his friends. "How do you know about that?"
"Oh come on Harry, everyone in the entire school knows."
Harry gulped. "They do?" He highly doubted that Draco would want anyone to know that he tried to kill himself.
"Yeah. So what happened to the stupid git? Food poisoning?" Ron asked smirking.
Harry let out sigh of relief; they didn't know.
"I'm not really sure what happened." Harry lied. No one ever needed to know. He would never tell, he couldn't picture Draco telling anyone about a moment of weakness, and Madame Pomfrey had gotten rid of the scars on his wrists. Filch had probably cleaned the floor completely, most likely while whistling happily at the sight of student blood. The sadistic bastard.
"What I don't get is why you helped him." Hermione said. "I mean, I know how kind you are and everything, but why didn't you let someone else do it? He's absolutely horrible to you Harry."
"Yeah, I know." Harry sighed. He tried desperately to look unconcerned, but the truth was, it killed. Draco was always cruel to him....but that morning he had confessed that he didn't hate Harry. Was there hope? There might be. "I hope so."
"You hope what, mate?" Ron asked with a puzzled look.
"Uh, that lunch is good today, I'm starved. Come on!"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, both confused, and then dashed after their running friend.
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Draco laid on the bed feigning to be asleep, wishing feverishly that that twit Pansy would just leave him the bloody hell alone!
"But Madame Pomfrey! I have to see Dracy!" Draco winced at the stupid nickname the stupid girl had given him. "If he's hurt I want to be there to help him get better!"
"No, Miss Parkinson and that's it! He needs his rest!" Pomfrey said firmly. "Now get the hell out!"
/Woo hoo! Way to go Pomfrey! I take back anything negative I ever said about you!/
"Oh, hello Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy isn't awake..." Harry was there? No! He was awake! Really, he was! He actually wanted to see Harry! He's awake, he's awake, he's awake, he's...
"Wait! If Potter gets to go in then so do I!"
...asleep. He's sound asleep. May as well have taken draught of the living dead. Stupid Pansy. Ruins everything.
"Neither of you get to go in." Pomfrey said resolutely.
/Nooooo!! Harrrrrrryyyy!!/
"Okay..." He heard Harry say quietly.
/No, come back Harry! I want to see you! Hex the stupid girl! I'll wake up and then I can just see you!/
A few hours passed and Draco laid cussing at Pansy in his mind. He couldn't risk speaking out loud. She was still waiting for him to wake. The damn girl was like a stalker. He jumped ever so slightly when he heard the door open. Had Pansy come in....never mind, he could still hear her pleading with Pomfrey. But if neither Pomfrey nor Pansy had come in, who had?
Draco's hair was soon being smoothed out in a familiar fashion. Draco allowed a small smirk on his lips as he said, "You're making a habit of running your fingers through my hair, Potter."
He opened his eyes in time to see Harry gasp and jump back. "Don't stop," He said making eye contact. "It soothing to have someone smooth my hair." Harry resumed running his hand through his hair and blushed. Draco felt his eyes soften. He loved it when Harry blushed.
"How have you been holding up in here?" Harry asked.
Draco huffed lightly. "Okay I suppose. I would like to be able to be awake more often, but that Pansy girl makes it impossible."
"You mean you've been pretending to be asleep? All this time?" Harry's eyes were very wide. "She's been out there for about six hours!"
"Really? Seemed shorter. I began counting things to keep my mind off of it."
Harry looked around the room. "What the hell is there enough of in this room to occupy that much time?"
"Oh, nothing in the room, I kept my eyes closed the whole time." Draco shrugged. "I just counted."
"That doesn't sound very interesting...."
"Well which would you rather do, count or listen to Pansy prattle on about how much she adores me?" Draco asked his eyebrow arched.
"Hmm, you got a point there."
"How did you get in here anyway? Pansy would have seen you sneak in for sure." Draco frowned, only then realizing it.
"Oh, I just used my invisibility cloak."
Draco's jaw dropped. "You...have an invisibility cloak!?"
"Yeah, it belonged to my father."
Draco's lips spread into a triumphant smirk. "I knew I wasn't going crazy. I really did see you in our third year at Hogsmeade!"
"I remember that," Harry said, holding down a smirk. "You screamed like a little girl."
Draco pursed his lips in indignation and asked, "Did anything interesting happen during school?"
"Hm, well, Neville had difficulties in transfigurations."
"Hn. That's not surprising. What happened?"
"He was supposed to turn a mouse into a purple glass vase with flowers already in it."
"What did he do to the mouse?" Draco asked, his interest growing despite a sickening feeling when he thought of all the possibilities.
"Oh, he didn't do anything to the mouse."
"Then what happened?"
"He turned someone's skin purple."
Draco's eyes widened. "Who?"
Harry smirked. "Lavender Brown. It fits her name, don't you think?" Draco had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter and smiled at Harry. They were quiet for a few more moments, but it wasn't uncomfortable at all.
"Mmm, that's nice..." The silver eyed boy said, closing said eyes contentedly.
"What is?"
"The way you stroke my hair...it's so calming. I could get use to it." It took everything Draco had not to blush at what he had said. It was the truth, but still, he didn't want Harry to know how it effected him. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Harry smiling down at him. He could no longer keep the blush at bay and it stained his pale cheeks.
"I could get use to it too." Harry whispered, green eyes shining brightly.
"Harry, I-"
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
The door slammed open and Pansy stormed in, with a very disgruntled Pomfrey following her.
"Oh, Dracy!" She shouted shrilly. "How are you? This horrid woman," she shot a pointed glare at Pomfrey. "Tried to keep me out!" She went to where Harry had been seconds before. He had luckily managed to throw on his cloak before she saw him. Being a seeker had certainly quickened him. Pansy threw her arms around Draco.
"Oh Dracy! I was so worried about you!" Draco could hear a faint noise from the other side of the bed.
Harry was still there.
And he was laughing at him!
/...bastard.../
Draco growled angrily. "Get your hands off me Pansy! And how many times must I tell you not to call me that stupid name!?"
Pansy gasped and looked sadly at Draco. "Poor Dracy, you don't even realize what you're saying, do you?" Draco's jaw dropped. This girl could always hear what she wanted...how!?
He heard more giggling from Harry's direction and whispering taunts, "Dracy...heehee...poor widdle Dracy...".
He then felt Harry run his finger gently down his cheek, causing Draco to blush horribly.
"Oh, Dracy! Your face is all red! Do you have a fever?" She put her hand on his forehead and then moved it up to his hair, running her pudgy fingers through it.
"I'm warning you, Pansy! I can't stand it when people touch me! You know that!" He hissed. That bloody girl was really ticking him off!
"Come on Miss Parkinson, I think it's time you left." Pomfrey said guiding a most unwilling Pansy out. Pomfrey then came back after a moment, winked, and smiled at Draco. "Don't worry dear, I won't let her back in. You just get some rest. You'll be going back to classes tomorrow." The blonde boy nodded as she closed the door.
"So," Harry whispered throwing off the cloak. "You can't stand it when people touch you? I thought you said you liked it when I stroked your hair."
"I do." Draco replied quietly. "You're not people."
"Ah, I see," a slight smug look came onto Harry's features as he sat on the bed. "You only like it when I touch you."
"Do you have a problem with that?" Draco pushed himself up so he was sitting.
"No...I actually like that." Harry said in a low sultry tone. "Draco?"
"Ye-yeah?" Draco could have kicked himself for stuttering, but the look that Harry was giving him with those intense green eyes...it was just too much.
"Do you have your wand with you?"
Draco blinked. "No....why?"
The brown haired boy grinned. "I just wanted to make sure you couldn't hex me."
"Why would I mmph!" Draco was cut off by a fierce kiss from Harry.
Draco had long imagined what a kiss would be like from Harry, and they were nothing compared to this. His heart rate quickened and he felt like he was burning, but in a good way. He never felt so alive. He soon decided that he wanted control, he was Draco Malfoy after all and he wasn't used to taking the back seat. He licked Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. It took Harry a few moments to understand, but once he opened his mouth Draco's tongue plunged inside. He ran it across the roof of his mouth and over Harry's tongue, which had quickly started a battle for dominance doing the same things Draco's tongue had done. He was quick study.
They soon broke for air, rested their foreheads against each other and stared into the other's eyes.
Harry's voice was the first to break the silence. "I love you." He whispered, blushing beautifully.
Draco kissed him gently on the lips and whispered back, "I love you too, Harry."
"Well, I should be going." Harry said after a few moments, standing up, only to be pulled back down by Draco.
"Why are you leaving?"
"You have to rest, Draco. Besides, you have to be ready for classes." He kissed him once more, longer this time. "I'll see you tomorrow." He promised, threw on the cloak, and left.
/He loves me./
Draco fell asleep that night with a huge grin plastered on his face.
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You all thought Draco was dead! But he isn't! And why isn't he? Because I hold the power! ::maniacal laughter:: Now review I say! ::cracks whip that just appeared in her hand:: REVIEW!!!::more maniacal laughter:: Draco -::hugs Harry tightly:: Harry...she's scaring me. Harry - I know, I know. She scares me too.
Warning: This contains yaoi which is boy/boy material. It's a Draco/Harry [awwww!] fic. If you don't like stuff like this, don't read!!
/thoughts/ (because ffn keeps screwing up my italics...grrrrr...and speaking of things that are messing up, ignore the little * things at the end, they're just there to give space between the story and me talking...er, writing actually...)
~~~~~~~~~character switch
iti-Draco, sweetie, do the disclaimer.
Draco- No! You killed me!! And you don't call me sweetie!
Harry- Only I can call him that! ::glomps Draco::
iti- Oh, I'm sorry, of course only you can call him that. But, Draco, you still have to do the disclaimer.
Draco- No, you don't control me.
iti- Actually, I do. ::voice becomes booming and there's thunder:: I am the almighty authoress! I have
undisputed power over all...or at least you.
Draco- ::turns to Harry:: Does she?
Harry- ::nod nod::
Draco- . damn it....insight_to_insanity owns absolutely nothing that has to do with Harry Potter, thank god...
iti- Draco....
Draco- sorry....she's also making no money off this
iti- Good! Now to the story!
Chapter 2
The air felt heavy and was thick with the scent of medicines, which did not in any way aid Draco's throbbing head. He was in the infirmary. Consciousness came slowly to him as he lay there in the bed, but he did not open his eyes, he still felt too weak to do that. Every part of his body felt a thousand pounds and he was almost certain his slow breaths would cause his chest to cave in. His heart rate quickened momentarily when he realized that he was not alone in the room.
Someone was sitting beside him, grasping his hand and they were running their fingers through his hair. It was extremely peaceful. Two years ago that action would have been impossible what with the obscene amounts of hair gel Draco would apply, but now he let his hair go natural, and it was much preferred that way by the females, and a few of the males, at Hogwarts. Draco then noticed that this person, who ever they were, was sobbing quietly.
"Has Mister Malfoy woken yet?" Draco distinctly heard Dumbledore ask.
"No, not yet." Pomfrey said. "I imagine he'll wake soon. He was brought quickly."
/I was brought here? By who? Someone came into the dormitory when I wanted to be left alone?! When I find out who did that I'll kill them!/ He mentally paused. /No, I'll thank them. If not for them I'd be dead. Then I'll kill them, or at least maim them. Or I could maim them and then kill them! Yes... that's a good plan... /
"How long has he been here?" Dumbledore asked in a whisper that Draco could just barely hear. /That senile old coot! Shouldn't he know how long I've been here? Honestly, what kind of headmaster is he?/
"Since Mr. Malfoy." Pomfrey replied in an equally quiet voice. So they weren't talking about him. Well, that was a shot to his ego. "He refuses to leave. He's just been sitting in the chair staring at him. Poor dear. Must have shocked the hell right out of him to get that reaction."
Draco heard footsteps coming towards the bed. "You hear that?" Dumbledore asked in a louder tone, obviously speaking to the one holding Draco's hand. "He's going to be just fine. Now come along. It's late, and I can't very well be the reason that you fall asleep during all your classes, now can I?"
"Pl-please, Professor, let me stay." The voice was strained with held back tears.
Draco's heart practically stopped when he realized who the person was. That soft sad voice, that hand the held so dearly to his, those fingers that entwined his hair, all belonged to Harry Potter.
Dumbledore sighed in a defeated way. "Very well, Harry. But you still have to go to your classes tomorrow morning."
"Yes sir. I know." There was a pause and as Dumbledore began walking away Harry added. "Thank you."
"It's nothing Harry." Dumbledore and Pomfrey could be heard walking out of the room where Draco and Harry were.
Draco felt Harry's hand move momentarily to stroke his cheek and then return to his hair. "Why did you do this?" He asked.
/Because I love you./
Hours had passed and Draco's strength began returning to him. He was still tired, which was to be expected, he had lost a lot of blood. Harry's hands had stopped moving, but they were still there. He had fallen asleep in that chair still watching over Draco. It was the single sweetest thing Draco could have ever imagined. He suddenly felt the urge to open his eyes and see Harry, just to ensure that it wasn't some wonderful dream.
He had to blink a few times to get use to the new light that was streaming in through the window. Harry's head had rolled over onto his shoulder, his chest was rising steadily with each breath, and his tousled hair was more disheveled than usual. The whole scene was beautiful, captivating, heart warming, and adorable all at the same time.
/This is why. This is why I love him so much. He's all those things and more. God he looks good in the light./ Draco snorted. /What the hell am I thinking? He looks good in any light./
Soon, the moonlight became daylight and Harry began to stir. Draco had not slept at all after waking, partly because he had been sleeping for a long time before, and partly because he was too consumed with questions as to why Harry was there to remember to be tired.
Harry blinked a few times to wake himself, a smile coming across his face as his green eyes met silver ones. "You're awake."
"You're here." Draco replied in a whisper. "Why?"
Harry seemed a bit surprised, he must have expected Draco to at first greet him or at least insult him. Draco in truth wished that he had, greeted him that is, but he was too confused.
"I was the one who brought you here." He returned softly.
"You found me? How? I tried to kill myself in the Slytherin dormitories. Why were you there?"
Harry noticeably flinched when Draco had said 'kill myself'. "It doesn't matter why I was there, what matters is that I was."
"Yeah, I guess." Draco was quiet for a moment, staring into Harry's eyes. "Why did you save me?"
Again it seemed as if Draco surprised him. "I couldn't let you bleed to death."
"Yes you could." Draco replied calmly.
"Wouldn't you have saved me if I was going to die?"
"Yes, but why did you save me? You hate me so much." Draco added quietly.
Harry sighed. "Would you allow someone to die if you hated them?"
"Yes."
".....But, you said you'd save me."
"I would."
"You just said you wouldn't!" Harry now looked thoroughly confused.
"I said I wouldn't if I hated you." Draco said calmly.
"You do hate me!" Harry was now eyeing Draco's head worriedly, probably thought he fell on it.
"I never said that." Draco replied earnestly.
Harry didn't retort for a few moments, his eyes were searching Draco's face for something. "I don't hate you either." He responded. Draco stared into Harry's eyes. They truly were magnificent. He felt as if he couldn't break the gaze. Or maybe he just didn't want to. He truthfully didn't care either way, just so long as he could watch those emeralds. They were still as intense and penetrating as always, but they didn't reflect the emotions Draco had become so accustomed to seeing in them. He didn't miss that in the slightest.
A deep blush set into Harry's cheeks and he pulled back his hand, which had still been grasping Draco's, and stood up. "I...uh, I gotta....well classes....and I, uh," he blushed harder and said the next part very quick. "Good bye, Draco. Feel better." And he darted out the door.
Draco sat up in the bed, gaping after the boy who had just left. /He called me Draco.../ He then fell back onto his bed giggling happily.
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"5 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR, THANKS TO MR. POTTER!" Snape bellowed.
"Wha-what?" Harry snapped his head up and out of his Draco induced daze and began protesting. "I didn't do anything!"
"Exactly Potter." Snape sneered. "I've been calling your name for practically five minutes to answer a question and you did just what you claim. Nothing. Even your little friends began chanting your name!"
Harry looked over at Ron and Hermione who confirmed what Snape said with a nod. "Oh, sorry Professor."
Snape growled. "Whatever. Just see that it doesn't happen again."
"I can't believe it!" Ron said as the three of them left potions class. "He called your name for five bloody minutes and he takes only five points, while he deducts 20 for Neville mispronouncing some stupid word!"
"I can." Hermione stated. "He's probably grateful for what you did for Malfoy last night."
Harry faltered in his steps and stared at his friends. "How do you know about that?"
"Oh come on Harry, everyone in the entire school knows."
Harry gulped. "They do?" He highly doubted that Draco would want anyone to know that he tried to kill himself.
"Yeah. So what happened to the stupid git? Food poisoning?" Ron asked smirking.
Harry let out sigh of relief; they didn't know.
"I'm not really sure what happened." Harry lied. No one ever needed to know. He would never tell, he couldn't picture Draco telling anyone about a moment of weakness, and Madame Pomfrey had gotten rid of the scars on his wrists. Filch had probably cleaned the floor completely, most likely while whistling happily at the sight of student blood. The sadistic bastard.
"What I don't get is why you helped him." Hermione said. "I mean, I know how kind you are and everything, but why didn't you let someone else do it? He's absolutely horrible to you Harry."
"Yeah, I know." Harry sighed. He tried desperately to look unconcerned, but the truth was, it killed. Draco was always cruel to him....but that morning he had confessed that he didn't hate Harry. Was there hope? There might be. "I hope so."
"You hope what, mate?" Ron asked with a puzzled look.
"Uh, that lunch is good today, I'm starved. Come on!"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, both confused, and then dashed after their running friend.
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Draco laid on the bed feigning to be asleep, wishing feverishly that that twit Pansy would just leave him the bloody hell alone!
"But Madame Pomfrey! I have to see Dracy!" Draco winced at the stupid nickname the stupid girl had given him. "If he's hurt I want to be there to help him get better!"
"No, Miss Parkinson and that's it! He needs his rest!" Pomfrey said firmly. "Now get the hell out!"
/Woo hoo! Way to go Pomfrey! I take back anything negative I ever said about you!/
"Oh, hello Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy isn't awake..." Harry was there? No! He was awake! Really, he was! He actually wanted to see Harry! He's awake, he's awake, he's awake, he's...
"Wait! If Potter gets to go in then so do I!"
...asleep. He's sound asleep. May as well have taken draught of the living dead. Stupid Pansy. Ruins everything.
"Neither of you get to go in." Pomfrey said resolutely.
/Nooooo!! Harrrrrrryyyy!!/
"Okay..." He heard Harry say quietly.
/No, come back Harry! I want to see you! Hex the stupid girl! I'll wake up and then I can just see you!/
A few hours passed and Draco laid cussing at Pansy in his mind. He couldn't risk speaking out loud. She was still waiting for him to wake. The damn girl was like a stalker. He jumped ever so slightly when he heard the door open. Had Pansy come in....never mind, he could still hear her pleading with Pomfrey. But if neither Pomfrey nor Pansy had come in, who had?
Draco's hair was soon being smoothed out in a familiar fashion. Draco allowed a small smirk on his lips as he said, "You're making a habit of running your fingers through my hair, Potter."
He opened his eyes in time to see Harry gasp and jump back. "Don't stop," He said making eye contact. "It soothing to have someone smooth my hair." Harry resumed running his hand through his hair and blushed. Draco felt his eyes soften. He loved it when Harry blushed.
"How have you been holding up in here?" Harry asked.
Draco huffed lightly. "Okay I suppose. I would like to be able to be awake more often, but that Pansy girl makes it impossible."
"You mean you've been pretending to be asleep? All this time?" Harry's eyes were very wide. "She's been out there for about six hours!"
"Really? Seemed shorter. I began counting things to keep my mind off of it."
Harry looked around the room. "What the hell is there enough of in this room to occupy that much time?"
"Oh, nothing in the room, I kept my eyes closed the whole time." Draco shrugged. "I just counted."
"That doesn't sound very interesting...."
"Well which would you rather do, count or listen to Pansy prattle on about how much she adores me?" Draco asked his eyebrow arched.
"Hmm, you got a point there."
"How did you get in here anyway? Pansy would have seen you sneak in for sure." Draco frowned, only then realizing it.
"Oh, I just used my invisibility cloak."
Draco's jaw dropped. "You...have an invisibility cloak!?"
"Yeah, it belonged to my father."
Draco's lips spread into a triumphant smirk. "I knew I wasn't going crazy. I really did see you in our third year at Hogsmeade!"
"I remember that," Harry said, holding down a smirk. "You screamed like a little girl."
Draco pursed his lips in indignation and asked, "Did anything interesting happen during school?"
"Hm, well, Neville had difficulties in transfigurations."
"Hn. That's not surprising. What happened?"
"He was supposed to turn a mouse into a purple glass vase with flowers already in it."
"What did he do to the mouse?" Draco asked, his interest growing despite a sickening feeling when he thought of all the possibilities.
"Oh, he didn't do anything to the mouse."
"Then what happened?"
"He turned someone's skin purple."
Draco's eyes widened. "Who?"
Harry smirked. "Lavender Brown. It fits her name, don't you think?" Draco had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter and smiled at Harry. They were quiet for a few more moments, but it wasn't uncomfortable at all.
"Mmm, that's nice..." The silver eyed boy said, closing said eyes contentedly.
"What is?"
"The way you stroke my hair...it's so calming. I could get use to it." It took everything Draco had not to blush at what he had said. It was the truth, but still, he didn't want Harry to know how it effected him. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Harry smiling down at him. He could no longer keep the blush at bay and it stained his pale cheeks.
"I could get use to it too." Harry whispered, green eyes shining brightly.
"Harry, I-"
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
The door slammed open and Pansy stormed in, with a very disgruntled Pomfrey following her.
"Oh, Dracy!" She shouted shrilly. "How are you? This horrid woman," she shot a pointed glare at Pomfrey. "Tried to keep me out!" She went to where Harry had been seconds before. He had luckily managed to throw on his cloak before she saw him. Being a seeker had certainly quickened him. Pansy threw her arms around Draco.
"Oh Dracy! I was so worried about you!" Draco could hear a faint noise from the other side of the bed.
Harry was still there.
And he was laughing at him!
/...bastard.../
Draco growled angrily. "Get your hands off me Pansy! And how many times must I tell you not to call me that stupid name!?"
Pansy gasped and looked sadly at Draco. "Poor Dracy, you don't even realize what you're saying, do you?" Draco's jaw dropped. This girl could always hear what she wanted...how!?
He heard more giggling from Harry's direction and whispering taunts, "Dracy...heehee...poor widdle Dracy...".
He then felt Harry run his finger gently down his cheek, causing Draco to blush horribly.
"Oh, Dracy! Your face is all red! Do you have a fever?" She put her hand on his forehead and then moved it up to his hair, running her pudgy fingers through it.
"I'm warning you, Pansy! I can't stand it when people touch me! You know that!" He hissed. That bloody girl was really ticking him off!
"Come on Miss Parkinson, I think it's time you left." Pomfrey said guiding a most unwilling Pansy out. Pomfrey then came back after a moment, winked, and smiled at Draco. "Don't worry dear, I won't let her back in. You just get some rest. You'll be going back to classes tomorrow." The blonde boy nodded as she closed the door.
"So," Harry whispered throwing off the cloak. "You can't stand it when people touch you? I thought you said you liked it when I stroked your hair."
"I do." Draco replied quietly. "You're not people."
"Ah, I see," a slight smug look came onto Harry's features as he sat on the bed. "You only like it when I touch you."
"Do you have a problem with that?" Draco pushed himself up so he was sitting.
"No...I actually like that." Harry said in a low sultry tone. "Draco?"
"Ye-yeah?" Draco could have kicked himself for stuttering, but the look that Harry was giving him with those intense green eyes...it was just too much.
"Do you have your wand with you?"
Draco blinked. "No....why?"
The brown haired boy grinned. "I just wanted to make sure you couldn't hex me."
"Why would I mmph!" Draco was cut off by a fierce kiss from Harry.
Draco had long imagined what a kiss would be like from Harry, and they were nothing compared to this. His heart rate quickened and he felt like he was burning, but in a good way. He never felt so alive. He soon decided that he wanted control, he was Draco Malfoy after all and he wasn't used to taking the back seat. He licked Harry's bottom lip, asking for entrance. It took Harry a few moments to understand, but once he opened his mouth Draco's tongue plunged inside. He ran it across the roof of his mouth and over Harry's tongue, which had quickly started a battle for dominance doing the same things Draco's tongue had done. He was quick study.
They soon broke for air, rested their foreheads against each other and stared into the other's eyes.
Harry's voice was the first to break the silence. "I love you." He whispered, blushing beautifully.
Draco kissed him gently on the lips and whispered back, "I love you too, Harry."
"Well, I should be going." Harry said after a few moments, standing up, only to be pulled back down by Draco.
"Why are you leaving?"
"You have to rest, Draco. Besides, you have to be ready for classes." He kissed him once more, longer this time. "I'll see you tomorrow." He promised, threw on the cloak, and left.
/He loves me./
Draco fell asleep that night with a huge grin plastered on his face.
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