A/N: Okay phew! I actually have time today to update so yay. Okay just so
you know, next week I'll be studying every single day for the finals. I'm
not sure whether I'll be able to write or type the next chapter next
Friday, but I'll try my best. But that's for next week, so I guess we all
can be happy today and tomorrow and on Sunday. And then on Monday, I'll go
crawl to a corner and study. While you guys have fun.........reading I guess?
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Harry had no choice but to return to the common room with Ron. They said nothing; Harry wanted very much to follow Draco, but that would be poking through something personal again. Besides, he didn't want to think about how much trouble he would be in if he got caught. The only solution is to ask Draco about it later, if he feels like sharing that is. Moments after, they arrived back in the common room. A worried looking Hermione paced around the common room. Once she saw them, she quickly rushed over.
"I am so terribly sorry! I didn't know the carriages were going to leave right away. Oh! I tried telling McGonagall but she wouldn't listen, she was too busy with the other students. Thank God you two made it back alright!" Hermione quickly muttered.
"You worry too much Mione," Ron said.
Harry could tell Ron was pleased that Hermione was concerned about him.
Hermione ignored Ron and turned to Harry, "You didn't have your cloak, and you were standing in the rain for hours!"
"It was only a few minutes," Harry shrugged.
Though, it would be nice to tae a hot shower, Harry couldn't leave Hermione's questions un-answered. The corner of Ron's mouth twitched into a frown.
"Who was left over?" Hermione asked.
"Draco," Harry said without thinking.
Ron nudged Harry hard in the back.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed coming to his senses. "I meant Malfoy!"
"You said his name," Hermione said. "I thought you hated him."
"I don't err-do. I do. I-I've been out in the rain for too long, brain probably has a slow response right now."
Hermione's curious face turned into a sympathetic one.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing."
"I'm fine though."
"But-"
"If the guy says he's fine, then he's fine!" Ron butted in, looking very annoyed.
Harry wondered what's up with him. His mind seemed foggy though. He felt too hot to think. Harry sneezed twice in a row.
"I think you caught a cold," Hermione said. "I'll take you to the Hospital Wing!"
"No!" Ron shouted.
Hermione and Harry looked at Ron quizzically.
Ron blushed, "I meant that I'll take him. I need to go see Pomfrey too. We'll come back later."
"If you say so," Hermione said hesitantly.
Once Harry and Ron left the common room, on their wing to the Hospital Wing, Harry decided to ask.
"What was wrong with you?"
"Nothing. What are you talking about?"
"Your sudden outburst," Harry said. "Shouting No."
"Oh, yeah it was nothing."
Ron set his pace a little faster, trying to avoid Harry's question. What was wrong with Ron? Harry decided to leave the question be. Madam Pomfrey pulled the two boys in, once they reached the Hospital Wing, and immediately started checking their pulse and foreheads. Minutes later, Madam Pomfrey sent Harry into a bed.
"You caught yourself a nasty cold," Madam Pomfrey said disapprovingly. "And Mr. Weasley, your fine, you may go."
"See you in the morning," Harry said glumly.
"You might need more then one day to rest," Madam Pomfrey said.
Ron waved bye to Harry and left. Madam Pomfrey bustled over to fluff Harry's pillow.
"I'll go get Snape to make the potion to make you feel better,' she told him.
"I feel fine though," Harry lied, but really he felt his throat hurting.
"Just rest."
Madam Pomfrey left the room, closing the door after her. Harry sighed and lied down in the bed. Harry has no idea how he's going to survive this long boring night.........
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"Come in," the voice behind the door said. The voice belonging to Albus Dumbledore sounded grave.
Draco walked in, accompanied by Snape. Lucius Malfoy stared hard at his son, who looked blankly back. Lucius's lip curled into a sneer as he continued to study Draco. Draco was terrified inside, but he did not dare to show it.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, sit down," Dumbledore gestured to the empty seat next to Lucius.
Draco nodded curtly and sat down. Even when he doesn't look at his father, he can still feel his killer stare.
"Lucius, you said in your letter you are going to take Draco back home?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
Draco bit his bottom lip knowing the answer is a yes.
"Yes," came Lucius's reply.
"May I ask why?"
"For family business, one of Draco's distant relatives died a few nights ago. A terrible lost," Lucius lied without a single hesitation.
"I see, I'm sorry to hear," Professor Dumbledore said.
Lucius smiled a strained smile at Dumbledore before turning back to his son, noticing Draco biting his bottom lip.
"Don't bite your lip Draco," Lucius warned.
Draco stopped at once, "Yes father."
Lucius looked at his son in disgust.
"When is he expected to arrive home?" Dumbledore asked breaking the silence.
For once, Draco was glad the old man was here.
"This Sunday," Lucius responded not so nicely.
This Sunday? As in 5 days from now? Draco panicked. He didn't want to go home, now that Harry and him feel closer. He still hasn't figured out his feelings for him yet. And now that he has to leave, who knows whether he'll come back or not? If Draco argues with his father, he probably would be sent home right away for a punishment. At the thought of previous punishments gave Draco cold chills. The only safe thing to do is keep his mouth shut. He tried to worry about it later, but the thought of going home kept reminding itself. Mother will probably be happy to see him, but he'll get his beatings from his father again. Who knows what kind of trick Lucius planned out for him, especially after reading Draco's letter?
Trying to calm himself down, Draco tried not to think about it so much. But by pushing those thoughts aside, now occupied with a new thought. What about Harry? Should he tell him that he's leaving? But knowing how much Harry enjoys saving the day, he might sneak Draco from the Manor and back to Hogwarts. Draco suddenly had a very odd image of Harry scooping him up in his arms, and both of them flying off on his Firebolt.
"Draco, I'll be expecting you at home on Sunday. Have all your belongings packed up. Every nook and cranny. We don't want to loose any of your precious yet expensive stuff now do we?" Lucius sneered.
"I never loose anything," Draco said.
Lucius frowned, "I need to speak to you now, alone."
Dumbledore smiled under Lucius's stare, and got up to leave his office.
"Now, you know why I'm sending you home don't you?" Lucius said at once.
Draco decided to play innocent, "no."
Lucius smirked at him and scoffed.
"You do know, so don't play dumb. You know how much I hate dumb kids. Its not a wonder why I hate you," Lucius snapped. "I'll give you 5 days to break things off with your little friend. Be glad it's no less then that."
"Why did you give me 5 days? Knowing you, I thought you'd give me probably one," Draco asked, even though he's pushing his father's temper.
"Like I said Draco, be glad it's 5 days, no more questions," Lucius said venomously. "I can't take you in earlier, I have meetings to attend."
Ever since Lord Voldemort came back, Lucius has been going off at midnight to the Lord's hideout.
"Okay," Draco said.
"Alright, I shall go now," Lucius said getting up from the chair. "Goodbye Draco."
Draco got up as well," Goodbye father."
With a last sneer Lucius left the room. Draco let out a sigh of relief. He was expecting his dad to do something worse then snapping at him.
Dumbledore walked into the room with Snape.
"Did you agree?" Snape asked at once.
"Well yeah, I can't decline father's command," Draco said.
Snape tried protesting but Dumbledore stopped him, "Okay run along now Draco. You must be tired, it's late."
Draco gladly left Dumbledore's office. He didn't want to return to his common room yet. A green-eyed boy's picture flashed in his mind. Should he dare go look for Harry now? But why does he have the urge to go see Harry again?
"Malfoy," Ron called out.
"Weasley," Draco didn't contain himself from sneering.
Friend of Harry's or not, he still didn't like him.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked.
"To ask you something," Ron said.
"Where's Harry?"
"Hospital Wing."
"What?" Draco exclaimed. "Why?"
"He caught a cold," Ron said. "I have to ask something."
"Ask away," Draco shrugged leaning against a nearby wall.
"Do you like Harry? You know, like him enough to ask him out maybe?"
"Why do you care?"
Ron narrowed his eyebrows, "Because he's my best friend, and he so happens to like the git standing in front of me for some odd reason. Tell me if you do or not. If you don't, I'll be the one to tell him. I can't let you hurt him."
"My, my Weasley," Draco smirked. "It seems like you developed a little crush on your best friend. How amusing."
"Oh God NO!" Ron exclaimed.
Draco watched in amusement as Ron started muttering non-stop.
"You Gryffindors really need to lighten up," Draco said. "Whether I like him or not, it is very unlikely I would tell you."
Draco gave Ron a last smirk and walked past him, to pay Harry a little visit. Madam Pomfrey was sleeping in her office, and her door was closed, giving Draco a chance to visit Harry.
Harry was lying in bed in a deep slumber. A piece of hair fell gently, covering his scar. His glasses were on the desk next to the bed. His chest rose and fell as he quietly breathed through his mouth. Draco pulled up a chair and sat down next to Harry's bed. Harry looked so peaceful and his cheery red lips were so tempting. It was quarter past 10 already. Draco hesitated but gave in afterwards. He reached out to push the raven locks away. Draco found himself deeply enchanted as he continued to watch Harry. Maybe he does like him more then he thought he did.
Even though he already told his mother that he's starting to fall for a guy, he couldn't help feeling a bit odd liking one. But Harry was just so gorgeous; he bet even Lucius thinks so. It was forbidden though, for a Malfoy to fall for a guy. They were supposed to date and marry the girl their father chooses. He will just have to break that rule. Harry stirred in his sleep, mumbling something that sounded like, "Draco." Draco smiled down at the boy.
Harry's eyes fluttered open. Draco couldn't blame him though. He too would wake up if someone were gently rubbing his forehead, in Harry's case, his legendary scar. Draco noticing this used his other hand (that wasn't occupied touching Harry's forehead), to get Harry's glasses for him. Harry lazily put them on.
"Draco?" Harry mumbled sleepily, squinting at him. "Why are you here?"
"To give Pomfrey a lap dance," Draco said sarcastically.
"What?" Harry said, feeling wide-awake now. "Are you serious?"
"What?! No! I just came.........to see you."
"Why?" Harry asked, trying to sit up but noticed Draco's fingers lightly tracing his scar.
Draco pulled away, blushing slightly. Harry smiled at him; it was cute watching Draco blush.
"Are you um, okay?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, my throat is killing me though."
Harry's scar had a tingly sensation; he could still feel Draco's fingers on it.
"Well err-," Draco said.
"How did you know I was here? You shouldn't be here, you might catch my cold."
"Ron told me, and I'll take the risk."
"I see," Harry said.
"I uh guess I should go then," Draco said breaking the silence.
Harry nodded and watched Draco get up to leave.
"Wait!" Harry said hoarsely
"Yeah?" Draco asked.
"You know that I like you but I don't know if you feel the same way."
Harry fell silent and clutched the blankets.
Draco thought for a moment. Sure he does like Harry, but it was hard. Malfoy's end up hurting people and he doesn't want to hurt Harry. Harry was too pure to get hurt. He looked at Harry who was anxiously waiting for an answer. Harry looked so cute in his pyjamas, and his hair was adorably messed up. Draco hoped Harry would feel better soon. But wait.........why did he care whether Harry's sick or not?
Harry let out a coughing fit making Draco hurry to him.
"I'm **cough, cough** o **cough** kay," Harry spoke through coughs.
"No your not," Draco said. "How do you feel?"
"Hot," Harry muttered.
Draco touched Harry's forehead. It was burning up.
"I should get Pomfrey."
"You'll get in trouble for being here," Harry said.
"I don't care," Draco scrambled to go head for Pomfrey's office. Madam Pomfrey must have heard Harry coughing, for she came rushing out, almost knocking Draco over.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" Madam Pomfrey scolded.
"I-oh who cares? Harry's burning up," Draco snapped.
Madam Pomfrey scurried over to Harry, checking his forehead.
"Poor dear, you are burning up. I'll go check if Professor Snape finished making the potion," Madam Pomfrey said. "Look after him for a while would you?"
Draco nodded and looked at Harry who smiled at him. Draco smiled back. Madam Pomfrey left the room.
"You never answered my question," Harry mumbled.
"I," Draco began. "I need more time to think about it."
Harry couldn't help but think that Draco has no feelings for him, why else is he lingering?
Draco sat down at the edge of Harry's bed with his elbows on his knees, and his head resting on his hand. He honestly is deeply confused.
A door burst open and Madam Pomfrey came in with Snape trailing behind. He didn't seem to be in a much of a rush. Madam Pomfrey helped Harry sit up. Snape thrust a veil into Madam Pomfrey's hand.
"Drink this Harry," Madam Pomfrey said. "You'll feel better soon, and you'll be able to leave here tomorrow."
Harry nodded and drank the substance. He coughed again, wanting to spit the liquid back out. IT tasted like bitter acid, which is now traveling down his throat slowly, burning him. Harry groaned and clutched his throat. The feeling of the liquid was now intensifying. Madam Pomfrey said something but Harry couldn't hear. Her voice seemed so distant. The liquid now reaching Harry's stomach, working very fast, burnt so much Harry let out a yell. Draco looked at Harry worried. He wanted to do something to help but, but he didn't know what to do.
"It hurts but it work Potter," Snape drawled. "Just a few minutes of pain."
"Oh GOD SHUT UP!" Harry yelled. Clutching his stomach.
Drowsiness fell over him and Harry slumped over, fast asleep.
"That should do it," Madam Pomfrey said. "Thank you Professor."
"No problem," Snape smirked leaving the room.
"Off you guy now Malfoy, he'll wake up tomorrow."
"Okay," Draco said, eyes still on Harry.
Madam Pomfrey left the room leaving Draco there by himself for a moment. Draco reached out and held Harry's hand, stroking his palm.
"You'll feel better tomorrow," Draco said. "You have no idea how incredibly cute you are when your asleep. As for your question, I don't think I'm ready to tell you when you're listening. That must hurt you, not knowing whether I like you or not. I would go crazy if you never told me you like me. But I will tell you one day. I was dead worried when I knew the potion was somehow hurting you. I never knew I cared for you. Just then, I think I found the answer to your question. I do like you."
It didn't seem like Harry heard, nor did he stir in his sleep. Draco felt weird talking to himself. He got up and smiled at Harry's sleeping form.
"Goodnight Harry," Draco whispered leaving the room.
Harry, his eyes still closed, rolled over to his side smiling in his sleep.
"Goodnight Draco," Harry whispered back.
A/N: I hope it's not a confusing ending to this chapter! IF you don't get it, read the last few sentences. But if you truly don't know what happened, you can always ask when you leave a review! ^^ Okay, many plans are ahead and I can't wait to start writing again. But first I have to study. I'm afraid there's no chocolate milkshake today =[ I haven't started writing the next chapter yet. I will soon. I'll add the chocolate milkshake sometime tomorrow or on Sunday. So I hope you guys liked this chapter! Time for me to go! Remember to review!
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Harry had no choice but to return to the common room with Ron. They said nothing; Harry wanted very much to follow Draco, but that would be poking through something personal again. Besides, he didn't want to think about how much trouble he would be in if he got caught. The only solution is to ask Draco about it later, if he feels like sharing that is. Moments after, they arrived back in the common room. A worried looking Hermione paced around the common room. Once she saw them, she quickly rushed over.
"I am so terribly sorry! I didn't know the carriages were going to leave right away. Oh! I tried telling McGonagall but she wouldn't listen, she was too busy with the other students. Thank God you two made it back alright!" Hermione quickly muttered.
"You worry too much Mione," Ron said.
Harry could tell Ron was pleased that Hermione was concerned about him.
Hermione ignored Ron and turned to Harry, "You didn't have your cloak, and you were standing in the rain for hours!"
"It was only a few minutes," Harry shrugged.
Though, it would be nice to tae a hot shower, Harry couldn't leave Hermione's questions un-answered. The corner of Ron's mouth twitched into a frown.
"Who was left over?" Hermione asked.
"Draco," Harry said without thinking.
Ron nudged Harry hard in the back.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed coming to his senses. "I meant Malfoy!"
"You said his name," Hermione said. "I thought you hated him."
"I don't err-do. I do. I-I've been out in the rain for too long, brain probably has a slow response right now."
Hermione's curious face turned into a sympathetic one.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing."
"I'm fine though."
"But-"
"If the guy says he's fine, then he's fine!" Ron butted in, looking very annoyed.
Harry wondered what's up with him. His mind seemed foggy though. He felt too hot to think. Harry sneezed twice in a row.
"I think you caught a cold," Hermione said. "I'll take you to the Hospital Wing!"
"No!" Ron shouted.
Hermione and Harry looked at Ron quizzically.
Ron blushed, "I meant that I'll take him. I need to go see Pomfrey too. We'll come back later."
"If you say so," Hermione said hesitantly.
Once Harry and Ron left the common room, on their wing to the Hospital Wing, Harry decided to ask.
"What was wrong with you?"
"Nothing. What are you talking about?"
"Your sudden outburst," Harry said. "Shouting No."
"Oh, yeah it was nothing."
Ron set his pace a little faster, trying to avoid Harry's question. What was wrong with Ron? Harry decided to leave the question be. Madam Pomfrey pulled the two boys in, once they reached the Hospital Wing, and immediately started checking their pulse and foreheads. Minutes later, Madam Pomfrey sent Harry into a bed.
"You caught yourself a nasty cold," Madam Pomfrey said disapprovingly. "And Mr. Weasley, your fine, you may go."
"See you in the morning," Harry said glumly.
"You might need more then one day to rest," Madam Pomfrey said.
Ron waved bye to Harry and left. Madam Pomfrey bustled over to fluff Harry's pillow.
"I'll go get Snape to make the potion to make you feel better,' she told him.
"I feel fine though," Harry lied, but really he felt his throat hurting.
"Just rest."
Madam Pomfrey left the room, closing the door after her. Harry sighed and lied down in the bed. Harry has no idea how he's going to survive this long boring night.........
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"Come in," the voice behind the door said. The voice belonging to Albus Dumbledore sounded grave.
Draco walked in, accompanied by Snape. Lucius Malfoy stared hard at his son, who looked blankly back. Lucius's lip curled into a sneer as he continued to study Draco. Draco was terrified inside, but he did not dare to show it.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, sit down," Dumbledore gestured to the empty seat next to Lucius.
Draco nodded curtly and sat down. Even when he doesn't look at his father, he can still feel his killer stare.
"Lucius, you said in your letter you are going to take Draco back home?" Professor Dumbledore asked.
Draco bit his bottom lip knowing the answer is a yes.
"Yes," came Lucius's reply.
"May I ask why?"
"For family business, one of Draco's distant relatives died a few nights ago. A terrible lost," Lucius lied without a single hesitation.
"I see, I'm sorry to hear," Professor Dumbledore said.
Lucius smiled a strained smile at Dumbledore before turning back to his son, noticing Draco biting his bottom lip.
"Don't bite your lip Draco," Lucius warned.
Draco stopped at once, "Yes father."
Lucius looked at his son in disgust.
"When is he expected to arrive home?" Dumbledore asked breaking the silence.
For once, Draco was glad the old man was here.
"This Sunday," Lucius responded not so nicely.
This Sunday? As in 5 days from now? Draco panicked. He didn't want to go home, now that Harry and him feel closer. He still hasn't figured out his feelings for him yet. And now that he has to leave, who knows whether he'll come back or not? If Draco argues with his father, he probably would be sent home right away for a punishment. At the thought of previous punishments gave Draco cold chills. The only safe thing to do is keep his mouth shut. He tried to worry about it later, but the thought of going home kept reminding itself. Mother will probably be happy to see him, but he'll get his beatings from his father again. Who knows what kind of trick Lucius planned out for him, especially after reading Draco's letter?
Trying to calm himself down, Draco tried not to think about it so much. But by pushing those thoughts aside, now occupied with a new thought. What about Harry? Should he tell him that he's leaving? But knowing how much Harry enjoys saving the day, he might sneak Draco from the Manor and back to Hogwarts. Draco suddenly had a very odd image of Harry scooping him up in his arms, and both of them flying off on his Firebolt.
"Draco, I'll be expecting you at home on Sunday. Have all your belongings packed up. Every nook and cranny. We don't want to loose any of your precious yet expensive stuff now do we?" Lucius sneered.
"I never loose anything," Draco said.
Lucius frowned, "I need to speak to you now, alone."
Dumbledore smiled under Lucius's stare, and got up to leave his office.
"Now, you know why I'm sending you home don't you?" Lucius said at once.
Draco decided to play innocent, "no."
Lucius smirked at him and scoffed.
"You do know, so don't play dumb. You know how much I hate dumb kids. Its not a wonder why I hate you," Lucius snapped. "I'll give you 5 days to break things off with your little friend. Be glad it's no less then that."
"Why did you give me 5 days? Knowing you, I thought you'd give me probably one," Draco asked, even though he's pushing his father's temper.
"Like I said Draco, be glad it's 5 days, no more questions," Lucius said venomously. "I can't take you in earlier, I have meetings to attend."
Ever since Lord Voldemort came back, Lucius has been going off at midnight to the Lord's hideout.
"Okay," Draco said.
"Alright, I shall go now," Lucius said getting up from the chair. "Goodbye Draco."
Draco got up as well," Goodbye father."
With a last sneer Lucius left the room. Draco let out a sigh of relief. He was expecting his dad to do something worse then snapping at him.
Dumbledore walked into the room with Snape.
"Did you agree?" Snape asked at once.
"Well yeah, I can't decline father's command," Draco said.
Snape tried protesting but Dumbledore stopped him, "Okay run along now Draco. You must be tired, it's late."
Draco gladly left Dumbledore's office. He didn't want to return to his common room yet. A green-eyed boy's picture flashed in his mind. Should he dare go look for Harry now? But why does he have the urge to go see Harry again?
"Malfoy," Ron called out.
"Weasley," Draco didn't contain himself from sneering.
Friend of Harry's or not, he still didn't like him.
"What are you doing here?" Draco asked.
"To ask you something," Ron said.
"Where's Harry?"
"Hospital Wing."
"What?" Draco exclaimed. "Why?"
"He caught a cold," Ron said. "I have to ask something."
"Ask away," Draco shrugged leaning against a nearby wall.
"Do you like Harry? You know, like him enough to ask him out maybe?"
"Why do you care?"
Ron narrowed his eyebrows, "Because he's my best friend, and he so happens to like the git standing in front of me for some odd reason. Tell me if you do or not. If you don't, I'll be the one to tell him. I can't let you hurt him."
"My, my Weasley," Draco smirked. "It seems like you developed a little crush on your best friend. How amusing."
"Oh God NO!" Ron exclaimed.
Draco watched in amusement as Ron started muttering non-stop.
"You Gryffindors really need to lighten up," Draco said. "Whether I like him or not, it is very unlikely I would tell you."
Draco gave Ron a last smirk and walked past him, to pay Harry a little visit. Madam Pomfrey was sleeping in her office, and her door was closed, giving Draco a chance to visit Harry.
Harry was lying in bed in a deep slumber. A piece of hair fell gently, covering his scar. His glasses were on the desk next to the bed. His chest rose and fell as he quietly breathed through his mouth. Draco pulled up a chair and sat down next to Harry's bed. Harry looked so peaceful and his cheery red lips were so tempting. It was quarter past 10 already. Draco hesitated but gave in afterwards. He reached out to push the raven locks away. Draco found himself deeply enchanted as he continued to watch Harry. Maybe he does like him more then he thought he did.
Even though he already told his mother that he's starting to fall for a guy, he couldn't help feeling a bit odd liking one. But Harry was just so gorgeous; he bet even Lucius thinks so. It was forbidden though, for a Malfoy to fall for a guy. They were supposed to date and marry the girl their father chooses. He will just have to break that rule. Harry stirred in his sleep, mumbling something that sounded like, "Draco." Draco smiled down at the boy.
Harry's eyes fluttered open. Draco couldn't blame him though. He too would wake up if someone were gently rubbing his forehead, in Harry's case, his legendary scar. Draco noticing this used his other hand (that wasn't occupied touching Harry's forehead), to get Harry's glasses for him. Harry lazily put them on.
"Draco?" Harry mumbled sleepily, squinting at him. "Why are you here?"
"To give Pomfrey a lap dance," Draco said sarcastically.
"What?" Harry said, feeling wide-awake now. "Are you serious?"
"What?! No! I just came.........to see you."
"Why?" Harry asked, trying to sit up but noticed Draco's fingers lightly tracing his scar.
Draco pulled away, blushing slightly. Harry smiled at him; it was cute watching Draco blush.
"Are you um, okay?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, my throat is killing me though."
Harry's scar had a tingly sensation; he could still feel Draco's fingers on it.
"Well err-," Draco said.
"How did you know I was here? You shouldn't be here, you might catch my cold."
"Ron told me, and I'll take the risk."
"I see," Harry said.
"I uh guess I should go then," Draco said breaking the silence.
Harry nodded and watched Draco get up to leave.
"Wait!" Harry said hoarsely
"Yeah?" Draco asked.
"You know that I like you but I don't know if you feel the same way."
Harry fell silent and clutched the blankets.
Draco thought for a moment. Sure he does like Harry, but it was hard. Malfoy's end up hurting people and he doesn't want to hurt Harry. Harry was too pure to get hurt. He looked at Harry who was anxiously waiting for an answer. Harry looked so cute in his pyjamas, and his hair was adorably messed up. Draco hoped Harry would feel better soon. But wait.........why did he care whether Harry's sick or not?
Harry let out a coughing fit making Draco hurry to him.
"I'm **cough, cough** o **cough** kay," Harry spoke through coughs.
"No your not," Draco said. "How do you feel?"
"Hot," Harry muttered.
Draco touched Harry's forehead. It was burning up.
"I should get Pomfrey."
"You'll get in trouble for being here," Harry said.
"I don't care," Draco scrambled to go head for Pomfrey's office. Madam Pomfrey must have heard Harry coughing, for she came rushing out, almost knocking Draco over.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" Madam Pomfrey scolded.
"I-oh who cares? Harry's burning up," Draco snapped.
Madam Pomfrey scurried over to Harry, checking his forehead.
"Poor dear, you are burning up. I'll go check if Professor Snape finished making the potion," Madam Pomfrey said. "Look after him for a while would you?"
Draco nodded and looked at Harry who smiled at him. Draco smiled back. Madam Pomfrey left the room.
"You never answered my question," Harry mumbled.
"I," Draco began. "I need more time to think about it."
Harry couldn't help but think that Draco has no feelings for him, why else is he lingering?
Draco sat down at the edge of Harry's bed with his elbows on his knees, and his head resting on his hand. He honestly is deeply confused.
A door burst open and Madam Pomfrey came in with Snape trailing behind. He didn't seem to be in a much of a rush. Madam Pomfrey helped Harry sit up. Snape thrust a veil into Madam Pomfrey's hand.
"Drink this Harry," Madam Pomfrey said. "You'll feel better soon, and you'll be able to leave here tomorrow."
Harry nodded and drank the substance. He coughed again, wanting to spit the liquid back out. IT tasted like bitter acid, which is now traveling down his throat slowly, burning him. Harry groaned and clutched his throat. The feeling of the liquid was now intensifying. Madam Pomfrey said something but Harry couldn't hear. Her voice seemed so distant. The liquid now reaching Harry's stomach, working very fast, burnt so much Harry let out a yell. Draco looked at Harry worried. He wanted to do something to help but, but he didn't know what to do.
"It hurts but it work Potter," Snape drawled. "Just a few minutes of pain."
"Oh GOD SHUT UP!" Harry yelled. Clutching his stomach.
Drowsiness fell over him and Harry slumped over, fast asleep.
"That should do it," Madam Pomfrey said. "Thank you Professor."
"No problem," Snape smirked leaving the room.
"Off you guy now Malfoy, he'll wake up tomorrow."
"Okay," Draco said, eyes still on Harry.
Madam Pomfrey left the room leaving Draco there by himself for a moment. Draco reached out and held Harry's hand, stroking his palm.
"You'll feel better tomorrow," Draco said. "You have no idea how incredibly cute you are when your asleep. As for your question, I don't think I'm ready to tell you when you're listening. That must hurt you, not knowing whether I like you or not. I would go crazy if you never told me you like me. But I will tell you one day. I was dead worried when I knew the potion was somehow hurting you. I never knew I cared for you. Just then, I think I found the answer to your question. I do like you."
It didn't seem like Harry heard, nor did he stir in his sleep. Draco felt weird talking to himself. He got up and smiled at Harry's sleeping form.
"Goodnight Harry," Draco whispered leaving the room.
Harry, his eyes still closed, rolled over to his side smiling in his sleep.
"Goodnight Draco," Harry whispered back.
A/N: I hope it's not a confusing ending to this chapter! IF you don't get it, read the last few sentences. But if you truly don't know what happened, you can always ask when you leave a review! ^^ Okay, many plans are ahead and I can't wait to start writing again. But first I have to study. I'm afraid there's no chocolate milkshake today =[ I haven't started writing the next chapter yet. I will soon. I'll add the chocolate milkshake sometime tomorrow or on Sunday. So I hope you guys liked this chapter! Time for me to go! Remember to review!