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And now, the story!!!!
Draco jolted awake, sweat gleaming on his skin. He looked around in confusion for a few minutes before the memories came flooding back. He looked to his side to see Harry sleeping peacefully, the moonlight accentuating his tan skin. Draco's heartbeat slowed until it matched to rate at which Harry's chest moved up and down.
*How is it that he can look so peaceful and at ease after all that he's been through? Gods, he even looks sexy when he's sleeping,* Draco's thoughts trailed off when Harry began to stir. He quickly covered his head with the sheet and sneaked a look at the object of his obsession. Harry pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. Then his gaze went to the figure in the next bed.
Draco narrowed his eyes to slits so that Harry wouldn't notice that he was awake. He felt Harry's eyes boring into his soul as Harry slowly got up from the bed and sat lightly on Draco's bed. He moved the sheet down slightly, exposing Draco's head. He lovingly stroked Draco's fine silver hair and sighed in, what seemed to Draco, sorrow.
"Why is it, that whenever I get the chance to tell you how I feel, something horrible happens? It just goes to show that the whole 'star- crossed lovers' thing never works out. Why can't anything in my life ever be simple? God," Harry trailed off, caressing Draco's cheek, tenderly. It took all of Draco's strength to keep from whimpering. Suddenly, the warm touch moved off of him and Draco sighed in relief. *If he had continued in that manner for a few more seconds, I would have probably given myself away* he thought to himself.
Harry moved back onto his own bed and sighed again. He turned over and his breath evened out, showing that he had fallen asleep. Draco just stared at the beautiful sleeping form for a few more minutes, before settling down himself, the last words he muttered were, "Goodnight, my Gryffindor," and dropped off into the land of the dreams.
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Harry woke the next morning to find Draco staring at him. He smiled slightly at the sight of the Adonis as the sunlight filtered through the window casting a golden sheen on his fair, white-silver hair. The gray eyes turned from the stormy shade that showed deep thought to a bright clear, slightly bluish shade that made Harry aware that Draco noticed his non-comatose state. He quickly averted his eyes as a blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks. Draco smirked at this new development and then honestly voiced what he had spent the whole morning brooding over.
"I had a dream that you were madly in love or lust with me, but that can't be true," he looked up at Harry, a glint shining in his eyes, "can it?"
Draco smiled further at Harry's obvious discomfort. He squirmed in his bed, slightly twisting in the starched cotton sheets as he fumbled for the words that seemed to elude him.
"Umm. . . well. . . I'm not sure. . .I don't know you well enough to tell," he quickly finished, his blush deepening to a crimson shade. This just made Draco's smirk grow as he got a feral look in his eyes. He slowly made his way to the edge of his bed.
"Well, why don't you come closer and 'get to know me better'? I promise it will be an interesting experience. . ." Draco trailed off, teeth gleaming. Harry "eeped" in surprise that Draco would even want to breathe the same air as him and started to sidle closer when Professor Snape walked in and interrupted them. Harry groaned in protest and moved back on his bed as Snape swept through the room towards Draco's infirmary bed.
"We have some things to discuss, Mister Malfoy. If you would kindly follow me, then we can get this over and done with and you can restore your strength. You're going to need it," Snape finished, his robes billowing as he left, fully expecting Draco to follow right behind him. Draco looked back at Potter and muttered, "I'm not done with you yet," before following the Potion's Master out the door. Harry sighed in relief for he didn't want to end up in a compromising position in the infirmary. *At least not yet . . .* Harry thought, naughtily. He sighed, sexually frustrated, and turns over before falling back into a "peaceful" sleep.
Feedback: I love getting feedback, please review!
Thank you's: Kanoi: I would love for you to be my devoted fan. It doesn't matter how good you are at it! ;)
Yoink Daydurfurits: You did review before, but it's ok if you review again! I love getting feedback!
Dark Queen of Roses: Thanks for the title suggestion. I'm taking it into consideration and I'll let you know.
Adriana: Thanks for the great review, but I don't think a threesome with Ron will go along with the plot I have. I'll write another story featuring that just for you if you want though!
Katie of Gryffindor: Sorry this took so long, hopefully you didn't die. Thanks for reviewing!
And now, the story!!!!
Draco jolted awake, sweat gleaming on his skin. He looked around in confusion for a few minutes before the memories came flooding back. He looked to his side to see Harry sleeping peacefully, the moonlight accentuating his tan skin. Draco's heartbeat slowed until it matched to rate at which Harry's chest moved up and down.
*How is it that he can look so peaceful and at ease after all that he's been through? Gods, he even looks sexy when he's sleeping,* Draco's thoughts trailed off when Harry began to stir. He quickly covered his head with the sheet and sneaked a look at the object of his obsession. Harry pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. Then his gaze went to the figure in the next bed.
Draco narrowed his eyes to slits so that Harry wouldn't notice that he was awake. He felt Harry's eyes boring into his soul as Harry slowly got up from the bed and sat lightly on Draco's bed. He moved the sheet down slightly, exposing Draco's head. He lovingly stroked Draco's fine silver hair and sighed in, what seemed to Draco, sorrow.
"Why is it, that whenever I get the chance to tell you how I feel, something horrible happens? It just goes to show that the whole 'star- crossed lovers' thing never works out. Why can't anything in my life ever be simple? God," Harry trailed off, caressing Draco's cheek, tenderly. It took all of Draco's strength to keep from whimpering. Suddenly, the warm touch moved off of him and Draco sighed in relief. *If he had continued in that manner for a few more seconds, I would have probably given myself away* he thought to himself.
Harry moved back onto his own bed and sighed again. He turned over and his breath evened out, showing that he had fallen asleep. Draco just stared at the beautiful sleeping form for a few more minutes, before settling down himself, the last words he muttered were, "Goodnight, my Gryffindor," and dropped off into the land of the dreams.
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Harry woke the next morning to find Draco staring at him. He smiled slightly at the sight of the Adonis as the sunlight filtered through the window casting a golden sheen on his fair, white-silver hair. The gray eyes turned from the stormy shade that showed deep thought to a bright clear, slightly bluish shade that made Harry aware that Draco noticed his non-comatose state. He quickly averted his eyes as a blush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks. Draco smirked at this new development and then honestly voiced what he had spent the whole morning brooding over.
"I had a dream that you were madly in love or lust with me, but that can't be true," he looked up at Harry, a glint shining in his eyes, "can it?"
Draco smiled further at Harry's obvious discomfort. He squirmed in his bed, slightly twisting in the starched cotton sheets as he fumbled for the words that seemed to elude him.
"Umm. . . well. . . I'm not sure. . .I don't know you well enough to tell," he quickly finished, his blush deepening to a crimson shade. This just made Draco's smirk grow as he got a feral look in his eyes. He slowly made his way to the edge of his bed.
"Well, why don't you come closer and 'get to know me better'? I promise it will be an interesting experience. . ." Draco trailed off, teeth gleaming. Harry "eeped" in surprise that Draco would even want to breathe the same air as him and started to sidle closer when Professor Snape walked in and interrupted them. Harry groaned in protest and moved back on his bed as Snape swept through the room towards Draco's infirmary bed.
"We have some things to discuss, Mister Malfoy. If you would kindly follow me, then we can get this over and done with and you can restore your strength. You're going to need it," Snape finished, his robes billowing as he left, fully expecting Draco to follow right behind him. Draco looked back at Potter and muttered, "I'm not done with you yet," before following the Potion's Master out the door. Harry sighed in relief for he didn't want to end up in a compromising position in the infirmary. *At least not yet . . .* Harry thought, naughtily. He sighed, sexually frustrated, and turns over before falling back into a "peaceful" sleep.
