Draco Malfoy knew he was being unfair. He should have told every person who had come to visit him (quite a few) that he wasn't in a coma. But it was so FUN! And, being Draco, he didn't really care how people would feel when it finally came out that he really was hearing every word (mostly sickening endearments and professions of love) that they were tenderly murmuring, thinking he was never going to hear/remember it.
Well, he took that back. He had paid close attention to what Potter had rambled. He recounted in his mind how, when Potter had taken his hand, all of his nerve endings seemed to go into overdrive. He felt the calloused fingers, felt the hot breath float onto his face in light waves, smelling slightly still of mint from brushing his teeth. He wanted to open his eyes and staring fleetingly into those shiny green eyes that sometimes ghosted into his normal dreams-and sometimes the more adult ones as well-, then close his eyes and just enjoy the soft caresses.
But, of course, the moment he opened his eyes, Potter would probably wrench away and never return.
That was why he HAD to continue the charade of his comatose state. He knew he was conning Potter, and that unnerved him, but he couldn't just turn his back on the one man that, in truth,was what kept him living. Sure, he despised the raven-haired boy for all the same reasons he had when they were children, but he couldn't deny that his heart was holding a special place for Potter. And Potter only.
Draco turned on his side, contemplating part of what Potter had said.
*A long time ago I swore that I'd never fall in love, because everyone I loved has been taken away.*
Draco knew exactly what he had meant. Draco hadn't given his heart away to anyone since his father and mother left him so they could be wholly devoted to the Dark Lord and his biddings. That was in 2nd year. Everyone thought that the 'happy Malfoy family' had never separated until it came out in 6th year that Draco had been living at Malfoy Manor all by himself. He had broken down then, becoming even more venomous than before. He had turned inside himself, and yet lashed out at anything that barely resembled a jab at him or his character. He hardened, and his heart seemingly hid itself away forever. Until Potter was about to be murdered. Then it came out in full bursting bloom, telling him that if he didn't run in front of Potter and save him, Draco would regret it for the rest of his life, because, God Damnit, Potter had inadvertently captured his heart and everything that came with it. He had, apparently, done the exact same to Potter's heart. If what he had said the previous day held anything. Draco chose to believe that he had.
Draco's mind switched back to the feeling of Potter's fingers trailing along his lips. Draco had longed to take them into his mouth, swirl his tongue around them, then pull Potter into an endearing yet erotic kiss, their tongues massaging each other. As Draco's hands moved in the way he wanted Potter's to, he heard a soft knock on his door.
'Mr. Malfoy... it's time for your spongebath!' That GODDAMN medi-witch had interrupted his lovely thoughts once again! He sat up and winced as he wiped his slightly wet hand on his trousers. He reached for his wand on the side table and shook his head wildly, tossing soft blond locks around.
'Uh-uh. Keep your hands to yourself, woman!' He said, his eyes wide with fear. This particular medi-witch was old and had quite scaly hands... Draco shuddered at the thought. The medi-witch, slightly dim in her old age, frowned.
'Would you like me to get Medi-wizard Lancer to do it instead? I quite understand if you'd rather a male bathe you... is that what you'd prefer, darling?' She simpered, smiling broadly. Draco nodded. Lancer was a very nice-looking caretaker, with broad shoulders and nice, soft hands... The old crone came back in a few minutes later, leading Lancer along, who smiled as he saw Draco leaning on the pillows.
'Ah... Malfoy... time for your spongebath!'
Thank Merlin those few extra minutes had given him time to think about plenty of things that made his little problem between his legs disappear.
'Hullo, Lancer.' Draco said as the old witch shut the door. 'Thanks for saving me.' Lancer smiled and Draco allowed the wizard to bathe him slowly. Too bad Potter wasn't the one dragging a warm sponge over his exposed back.
Hmm...
-------------------------
A/N: Hey! What did you think? Was Draco weird enough? And the whole Lancer thing isn't going anywhere, just thought Draco deserved a little better treatment than the old witch... also gave way to him fantasizing about Harry some more. Anyway... tell me what you thought!
BTW: if you care, my boyfriend should be in the beginning processes of his surgery as I type this (4.14 pm cst). I'm so... ugh right now! So review and make me happy!
Thanks to 'elz!' for reviewing! You were the first (and currently ONLY) reviewer. But I'll continue it even if you are the only one to review! Because I'm nice like that!
-Claire
Well, he took that back. He had paid close attention to what Potter had rambled. He recounted in his mind how, when Potter had taken his hand, all of his nerve endings seemed to go into overdrive. He felt the calloused fingers, felt the hot breath float onto his face in light waves, smelling slightly still of mint from brushing his teeth. He wanted to open his eyes and staring fleetingly into those shiny green eyes that sometimes ghosted into his normal dreams-and sometimes the more adult ones as well-, then close his eyes and just enjoy the soft caresses.
But, of course, the moment he opened his eyes, Potter would probably wrench away and never return.
That was why he HAD to continue the charade of his comatose state. He knew he was conning Potter, and that unnerved him, but he couldn't just turn his back on the one man that, in truth,was what kept him living. Sure, he despised the raven-haired boy for all the same reasons he had when they were children, but he couldn't deny that his heart was holding a special place for Potter. And Potter only.
Draco turned on his side, contemplating part of what Potter had said.
*A long time ago I swore that I'd never fall in love, because everyone I loved has been taken away.*
Draco knew exactly what he had meant. Draco hadn't given his heart away to anyone since his father and mother left him so they could be wholly devoted to the Dark Lord and his biddings. That was in 2nd year. Everyone thought that the 'happy Malfoy family' had never separated until it came out in 6th year that Draco had been living at Malfoy Manor all by himself. He had broken down then, becoming even more venomous than before. He had turned inside himself, and yet lashed out at anything that barely resembled a jab at him or his character. He hardened, and his heart seemingly hid itself away forever. Until Potter was about to be murdered. Then it came out in full bursting bloom, telling him that if he didn't run in front of Potter and save him, Draco would regret it for the rest of his life, because, God Damnit, Potter had inadvertently captured his heart and everything that came with it. He had, apparently, done the exact same to Potter's heart. If what he had said the previous day held anything. Draco chose to believe that he had.
Draco's mind switched back to the feeling of Potter's fingers trailing along his lips. Draco had longed to take them into his mouth, swirl his tongue around them, then pull Potter into an endearing yet erotic kiss, their tongues massaging each other. As Draco's hands moved in the way he wanted Potter's to, he heard a soft knock on his door.
'Mr. Malfoy... it's time for your spongebath!' That GODDAMN medi-witch had interrupted his lovely thoughts once again! He sat up and winced as he wiped his slightly wet hand on his trousers. He reached for his wand on the side table and shook his head wildly, tossing soft blond locks around.
'Uh-uh. Keep your hands to yourself, woman!' He said, his eyes wide with fear. This particular medi-witch was old and had quite scaly hands... Draco shuddered at the thought. The medi-witch, slightly dim in her old age, frowned.
'Would you like me to get Medi-wizard Lancer to do it instead? I quite understand if you'd rather a male bathe you... is that what you'd prefer, darling?' She simpered, smiling broadly. Draco nodded. Lancer was a very nice-looking caretaker, with broad shoulders and nice, soft hands... The old crone came back in a few minutes later, leading Lancer along, who smiled as he saw Draco leaning on the pillows.
'Ah... Malfoy... time for your spongebath!'
Thank Merlin those few extra minutes had given him time to think about plenty of things that made his little problem between his legs disappear.
'Hullo, Lancer.' Draco said as the old witch shut the door. 'Thanks for saving me.' Lancer smiled and Draco allowed the wizard to bathe him slowly. Too bad Potter wasn't the one dragging a warm sponge over his exposed back.
Hmm...
-------------------------
A/N: Hey! What did you think? Was Draco weird enough? And the whole Lancer thing isn't going anywhere, just thought Draco deserved a little better treatment than the old witch... also gave way to him fantasizing about Harry some more. Anyway... tell me what you thought!
BTW: if you care, my boyfriend should be in the beginning processes of his surgery as I type this (4.14 pm cst). I'm so... ugh right now! So review and make me happy!
Thanks to 'elz!' for reviewing! You were the first (and currently ONLY) reviewer. But I'll continue it even if you are the only one to review! Because I'm nice like that!
-Claire