Physical
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you! And thanks to hhryah for congratulating me on RIT!! I'm in people, I'm going! Happy happy!
Chapter 11 | I Want Your Rough House Baby
Draco watched as Harry slept, peacefully. After Madame Pompfrey had looked him over for quite some time checking his vision and his injuries she had deemed that he would regain his sight in time and that it was a temporary thing which has calmed Harry, and Draco down somewhat.
However Draco had to learn all this from his cot, which he had retreated to as Pompfrey checked Harry out. So all he could gather were bits and pieces of information. And then of course Pompfrey kicked Ron out and waited gave Harry dreamless sleep potion so Draco was left all alone, and not a bit tired either. So he contented himself with watching Harry in the darkness.
Draco, although he had heard Madame Pompfrey's words, was still concerned about Harry. His boyfriend might not recover. No matter how much Madame Pompfrey had tried to sound cheerful, for Harry's sake, she could hear the hints of worry and doubt. Draco wasn't so sure about the whole thing. He was a bit nervous and ready to fly apart.
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Harry opened one eye cautiously. Everything was dark. He reached up to touch his eyes to make sure they were open. And of course they were.
Harry sighed and lay there in bed. He knew that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to dress himself, clean himself, take himself to the bathroom, or do anything. He felt like a child.
"Hello," he said tentatively. "I'm awake, would someone like to take me to the bathroom. Please?"
Harry sighed knowing that Madame Pompfrey was sleeping, Draco was sleeping, and Ron had gone to bed. He was alone, and it was dark. He started to panic.
"Draco," he whispered, "Draco wake up."
Draco was having a pleasant dream about Harry, whip cream, and strawberries. In his dream Harry was moaning his name.
"Draco!" Harry yelled sharply. "I can't see you so I don't know if you are still here but if you are please wake up."
Harry wasn't sure if he was still in the Infirmary. He pulled his pillow out from his head and threw it in Draco's direction. Trusting his seeker instincts.
He missed and heard the sound of glass breaking. Harry sighed and resigned himself to being unable to hold his bladder and that he would most likely wet the bed like some three year old. Would Draco still like him after he wet the bed? Harry swung his legs out of bed and placed the firmly on the floor. At least he could try to get to the bathroom. He stood up shakily and reached out with his hands. He walked in a straight line and bumped into a chair.
"Ouch." he said quite loudly and pushed the chair out of his way. He moved more slowly, a step at a time. He reached a cot and manuevered around it. From his various stays in the infirmary the bathroom was at the end of the row of beds. Harry was fairly sure he was in the first bed. Harry passed by two more beds then stepped on a sharp object, yelped and slipped on his pillow and landed on the ground. His face lay in the sharp pieces of glass and he felt somewhat stupid.
Draco awoke to the sounds of falling and yelping. He shot out of bed and glanced at Harry's bed. Nothing. He looked down the row and gasped as he saw Harry in a jumbled mess of pillow, glass, and blood.
"Harry!" Draco ran over to the bloody pile of Potter and picked him out of the mess of potion and glass.
"Draco," Harry said holding on to the boy and shaking. "I thought I was going to lie there forever. It's so dark and there's nothing. I can feel you, I can hear you breathing, but I can't see you Draco. And I didn't want to move around."
"What were you trying to do?" Draco asked concerned. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I was trying to go to the bathroom." Harry replied snuggling into Draco and getting blood on Draco's robes. Draco didn't notice, "And I didn't know if you were still here."
"Well let's get you to the bathroom and then I'll get Madame Pompfrey."
"Okay."
Draco carried Harry, much to Harry's embarassment, to the bathroom and waited outside as the boy fumbled around. Draco helped him back to his bed and ran to get Madame Pompfrey.
"Well when I woke up Potter was on the floor with blood all over his face and he had knocked some potion onto the floor. When I picked the idiot out of the mess, I couldn't just leave him there, he clung to me like a child and that's how his blood got on my shirt."
"Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pompfrey said sharply, "Mr. Potter is going through a difficult time right now and doesn't need your derogatory comments. Oh dear."
Draco stopped in his tracks. He tried not to laugh. Potter had knocked over the bleach. Half of his hair was blonde and the other half was the normal jet black.
"Do not say a word Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pompfrey ordered. Draco rolled his eyes. He didn't want to hurt Harry's feelings or anything but he looked ridiculous.
"Well you sure did a number on yourself Mr. Potter." Madame Pompfrey said as she cleaned the cuts up, "Some of these are too deep to heal with magic, you'll have to wait for them to heal normally."
"Okay," Harry said sullenly.
Madame Pompfrey patted him on the head like a dog and stood up to leave, "Now Harry no more trying to do things by yourself. Draco I want you to sleep in this bed next to him." Madame Pompfrey conjured up a bed about two inches from Harry's, "Now Harry if you need anything wake up Draco and he will help you out. Won't you Draco?" She gave him a stern no nonsense look.
"This is ridiculous." Draco protested.
"Can't I just go to my dorms and bother Ron?" Harry pleaded.
"Goodnight children."
Draco smiled after she left and jumped into bed.
"This is great Harry!" he said and he put his hand on Harry's cheek.
Harry smiled and reached out a hand for Draco, "I guess."
"Now I can do all sorts of things to you and you won't be able to see them coming."
"That's evil of you."
"What did you expect? For me to ask permission to take advantage of you? Come on now Potter. Get with the times."
by Trephinia Cealyn
Author's Note: Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you! And thanks to hhryah for congratulating me on RIT!! I'm in people, I'm going! Happy happy!
Chapter 11 | I Want Your Rough House Baby
Draco watched as Harry slept, peacefully. After Madame Pompfrey had looked him over for quite some time checking his vision and his injuries she had deemed that he would regain his sight in time and that it was a temporary thing which has calmed Harry, and Draco down somewhat.
However Draco had to learn all this from his cot, which he had retreated to as Pompfrey checked Harry out. So all he could gather were bits and pieces of information. And then of course Pompfrey kicked Ron out and waited gave Harry dreamless sleep potion so Draco was left all alone, and not a bit tired either. So he contented himself with watching Harry in the darkness.
Draco, although he had heard Madame Pompfrey's words, was still concerned about Harry. His boyfriend might not recover. No matter how much Madame Pompfrey had tried to sound cheerful, for Harry's sake, she could hear the hints of worry and doubt. Draco wasn't so sure about the whole thing. He was a bit nervous and ready to fly apart.
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Harry opened one eye cautiously. Everything was dark. He reached up to touch his eyes to make sure they were open. And of course they were.
Harry sighed and lay there in bed. He knew that no matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to dress himself, clean himself, take himself to the bathroom, or do anything. He felt like a child.
"Hello," he said tentatively. "I'm awake, would someone like to take me to the bathroom. Please?"
Harry sighed knowing that Madame Pompfrey was sleeping, Draco was sleeping, and Ron had gone to bed. He was alone, and it was dark. He started to panic.
"Draco," he whispered, "Draco wake up."
Draco was having a pleasant dream about Harry, whip cream, and strawberries. In his dream Harry was moaning his name.
"Draco!" Harry yelled sharply. "I can't see you so I don't know if you are still here but if you are please wake up."
Harry wasn't sure if he was still in the Infirmary. He pulled his pillow out from his head and threw it in Draco's direction. Trusting his seeker instincts.
He missed and heard the sound of glass breaking. Harry sighed and resigned himself to being unable to hold his bladder and that he would most likely wet the bed like some three year old. Would Draco still like him after he wet the bed? Harry swung his legs out of bed and placed the firmly on the floor. At least he could try to get to the bathroom. He stood up shakily and reached out with his hands. He walked in a straight line and bumped into a chair.
"Ouch." he said quite loudly and pushed the chair out of his way. He moved more slowly, a step at a time. He reached a cot and manuevered around it. From his various stays in the infirmary the bathroom was at the end of the row of beds. Harry was fairly sure he was in the first bed. Harry passed by two more beds then stepped on a sharp object, yelped and slipped on his pillow and landed on the ground. His face lay in the sharp pieces of glass and he felt somewhat stupid.
Draco awoke to the sounds of falling and yelping. He shot out of bed and glanced at Harry's bed. Nothing. He looked down the row and gasped as he saw Harry in a jumbled mess of pillow, glass, and blood.
"Harry!" Draco ran over to the bloody pile of Potter and picked him out of the mess of potion and glass.
"Draco," Harry said holding on to the boy and shaking. "I thought I was going to lie there forever. It's so dark and there's nothing. I can feel you, I can hear you breathing, but I can't see you Draco. And I didn't want to move around."
"What were you trying to do?" Draco asked concerned. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I was trying to go to the bathroom." Harry replied snuggling into Draco and getting blood on Draco's robes. Draco didn't notice, "And I didn't know if you were still here."
"Well let's get you to the bathroom and then I'll get Madame Pompfrey."
"Okay."
Draco carried Harry, much to Harry's embarassment, to the bathroom and waited outside as the boy fumbled around. Draco helped him back to his bed and ran to get Madame Pompfrey.
"Well when I woke up Potter was on the floor with blood all over his face and he had knocked some potion onto the floor. When I picked the idiot out of the mess, I couldn't just leave him there, he clung to me like a child and that's how his blood got on my shirt."
"Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pompfrey said sharply, "Mr. Potter is going through a difficult time right now and doesn't need your derogatory comments. Oh dear."
Draco stopped in his tracks. He tried not to laugh. Potter had knocked over the bleach. Half of his hair was blonde and the other half was the normal jet black.
"Do not say a word Mr. Malfoy." Madame Pompfrey ordered. Draco rolled his eyes. He didn't want to hurt Harry's feelings or anything but he looked ridiculous.
"Well you sure did a number on yourself Mr. Potter." Madame Pompfrey said as she cleaned the cuts up, "Some of these are too deep to heal with magic, you'll have to wait for them to heal normally."
"Okay," Harry said sullenly.
Madame Pompfrey patted him on the head like a dog and stood up to leave, "Now Harry no more trying to do things by yourself. Draco I want you to sleep in this bed next to him." Madame Pompfrey conjured up a bed about two inches from Harry's, "Now Harry if you need anything wake up Draco and he will help you out. Won't you Draco?" She gave him a stern no nonsense look.
"This is ridiculous." Draco protested.
"Can't I just go to my dorms and bother Ron?" Harry pleaded.
"Goodnight children."
Draco smiled after she left and jumped into bed.
"This is great Harry!" he said and he put his hand on Harry's cheek.
Harry smiled and reached out a hand for Draco, "I guess."
"Now I can do all sorts of things to you and you won't be able to see them coming."
"That's evil of you."
"What did you expect? For me to ask permission to take advantage of you? Come on now Potter. Get with the times."