Hi once again all!! In case you haven't noticed, this is a slash fic. Where
Draco and Harry, [nemeses for life??? Or not?], find themselves thinking
strange thoughts about one another. But this.relationship is doomed is it
not? Will they even make it to the point where they can admit their
feelings to themselves let alone each other? We will soon find out wont we.
(Sorry its so short, and sorry for leaving you on a bit of a cliff hanger
and sorry for taking so long..... I'm just sorry.)
Disclaimer: Unfortunately No I do not own any of the Harry potter characters, now think about this if I was making money off this wouldn't I try to do a hell of a lot better? Anyway I wonder how much buying Draco would be, my friends birthday is coming up.
BTW: this chapter is dedicated to my sister Lindsey, may you always be happy in all you do, and let us hope that you never actually meet Tom Felton because I think you might die of happiness. LMAO
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As Harry was walking up to the hospital wing he felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He suddenly stopped making Draco almost fall over in the prosess. "What the hell are you doing potter?" Harry looked up at Malfoy... ~What if I have to leave before he is healed? He did get injured much more then I did... What the hell do I care, I hope he's in the hospital for weeks." Harry's face suddenly contorted and he kept moving.
~What the hell was that about? ~ Draco thought to himself but kept moving when Potter did. He cleared his throat. "By the way uh.... " He wasn't sure how to do this he had done it maybe twice in his entire life. "Thanks." With that he looked strait ahead and hoped Potter would realize that he wanted to forget as quickly as possible what he had just done, instead he felt Potter stop in his tracks and felt his eyes burning on him, then after what seemed eternity but was most likely not long at all, They began moving again.
Harry stopped. ~Draco Malfoy just said thanks. He doesn't do that. ~ Finally Harry, realizing that Malfoy wanted to pretend he hadn't just said what he had kept moving, his mind reeling.
"Knock, knock, knock." Harry waited, finally Madam Promfry came bustling out of the door took one look at the pair of them. "Fighting again!" She shook her head and was about to break into a rant when Harry held up his hand. "No Madam Promfry. You see Malfoy and I were out on the Quidditch pitch when..... We had an in air collition, but luckily we were close enough to the ground for it not to have been fatal but we were pretty high up I think Malfoy's got a concussion and His arm might be dislocated." Madam Promfry nodded and pushed the boys into two beds next to each other. "And what's wrong with you?" She said eyeing Harry. He held up his wrist and she nodded. "Let me get Mr. Malfoy fixed up first.' And she went into her office, to get supplies.
As Harry watched Madam Promfry heeled Draco's arm in a matter of seconds, put some magenta solution on his head and put a large bandage on it, then said he could leave unless he wished to wait for Harry. Harry waited for the sound of the door, but heard none. He looked up to see Malfoy sitting and waiting on him. ~What the hell? ~
Disclaimer: Unfortunately No I do not own any of the Harry potter characters, now think about this if I was making money off this wouldn't I try to do a hell of a lot better? Anyway I wonder how much buying Draco would be, my friends birthday is coming up.
BTW: this chapter is dedicated to my sister Lindsey, may you always be happy in all you do, and let us hope that you never actually meet Tom Felton because I think you might die of happiness. LMAO
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~THANK YOU ALL!!! -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
As Harry was walking up to the hospital wing he felt a strange feeling in his stomach. He suddenly stopped making Draco almost fall over in the prosess. "What the hell are you doing potter?" Harry looked up at Malfoy... ~What if I have to leave before he is healed? He did get injured much more then I did... What the hell do I care, I hope he's in the hospital for weeks." Harry's face suddenly contorted and he kept moving.
~What the hell was that about? ~ Draco thought to himself but kept moving when Potter did. He cleared his throat. "By the way uh.... " He wasn't sure how to do this he had done it maybe twice in his entire life. "Thanks." With that he looked strait ahead and hoped Potter would realize that he wanted to forget as quickly as possible what he had just done, instead he felt Potter stop in his tracks and felt his eyes burning on him, then after what seemed eternity but was most likely not long at all, They began moving again.
Harry stopped. ~Draco Malfoy just said thanks. He doesn't do that. ~ Finally Harry, realizing that Malfoy wanted to pretend he hadn't just said what he had kept moving, his mind reeling.
"Knock, knock, knock." Harry waited, finally Madam Promfry came bustling out of the door took one look at the pair of them. "Fighting again!" She shook her head and was about to break into a rant when Harry held up his hand. "No Madam Promfry. You see Malfoy and I were out on the Quidditch pitch when..... We had an in air collition, but luckily we were close enough to the ground for it not to have been fatal but we were pretty high up I think Malfoy's got a concussion and His arm might be dislocated." Madam Promfry nodded and pushed the boys into two beds next to each other. "And what's wrong with you?" She said eyeing Harry. He held up his wrist and she nodded. "Let me get Mr. Malfoy fixed up first.' And she went into her office, to get supplies.
As Harry watched Madam Promfry heeled Draco's arm in a matter of seconds, put some magenta solution on his head and put a large bandage on it, then said he could leave unless he wished to wait for Harry. Harry waited for the sound of the door, but heard none. He looked up to see Malfoy sitting and waiting on him. ~What the hell? ~