Harry woke up the morning after his little visit with Malfoy, rubbing his eyes and blinking at the brightness in the room, sunlight streaming from the window. He groaned, rolled out of bed, and headed towards the bathroom, yawning and stretching.
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After his shower, he decided he would walk to his favorite little café and then to St. Mungo's, unable to deny himself at least a few minutes with the man who made his dreams ever-so-pleasant each night.
:I will not cry this time, I will not.: Harry chanted in his head as he pulled on a black v-neck sweater and some jeans, lacing up his boots, and pulling on his black wool coat, throwing a light blue scarf around his neck as well, then walking out the door. He bought a cup of steaming coffee and then continued on until he was standing in front of the old department storefront. He entered and smiled at the secretary medi-witch, who smiled and nodded back at him. He walked up to the room, could have sworn he saw Malfoy move, but shrugged to himself and walked in, pulling the chair back up to the bed. He took off his coat and scarf, sat down, and sighed.
'Hi. It's me again. Harry, that is.' He smiled at himself, realizing that he was actually nervous. Nervous about talking to someone who didn't even know he was in any close proximity to. 'I thought about you all last night, wasn't able to sleep. I worried about you. A lot.' He reached for Malfoy's hand again, breath catching in his chest as he thought he felt the muscles contract against his own. Shaking off the suspicion, he looked at Malfoy's gentle features, getting lost momentarily.
He didn't really know what else he talked about, only that it consisted mainly of how much he wished Malfoy were awake, how much he wanted Malfoy to love him back, etc. He felt rather stupid as he praised him for his amazing looks, how Harry couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy's beautiful body.
Before he knew it, he was about to lean in and kiss Malfoy's lips softly, and recieved the shock of his life.
'You know, Potter, no one's ever spent that much time defining EXACTLY why they love me. It' quite endearing, to tell the truth.' Harry jumped back as eyes slowly fluttered open.
'M-m-malfoy. You're awake.' He squeaked, flushing.
'Yes, nice observation. I have been the whole time.'
'E-even last time?' Harry managed, and was rewarded with a squeeze from the hand that was clutching his own. He looked down at his hand, clasping Malfoy's. He made to jerk it away when Malfoy took his other hand and placed it on top of Harry's.
'Yes. Even last time.' Harry's breath caught. So Malfoy knew that he loved him. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO BE? Then, without warning, his mood changed from shocked to angry. VERY angry. He wrenched his hand away and scowled.
'How dare you fool me? How could you just lay there and pretend that you weren't coherent of everything I was saying?' He seethed, rubbing his hand as if burned. Malfoy sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes narrowed and he looked straight at Harry, which sort of unnerved him.
'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.'
'Why don't you just fucking try me?' Harry fired back, raising an eyebrow.
'I wanted to know for sure if you truly meant what you said.' Malfoy answered, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry snorted.
'Then why couldn't you have just opened your eyes and asked me?'
'Come on, Potter, be reasonable. Even you know that in that situation you wouldn't tell the truth.' Malfoy had a point there. Harry knew deep down he would have denied it.
'Fine. Fine.' He muttered, taking a deep breath. 'So...'
'So what?'
'Don't you have anything to say?'
'To you?' Harry scowled.
'To who else? You're stuffed teddy in the corner?'
'Don't talk about my teddy.'
'Then tell me what you're thinking, you arrogant arsehole.'
'No need to get short with me, Potter.'
'Fuck off, Malfoy.' Harry knew he'd made a mistake.
'Just for that, I'm not going to tell you anything.' Malfoy said, licking his lips. 'Ever.'
Harry scowled and stood up, trying as hard as possible to keep his angry tears inside his eyelids.
'Fine. Have a nice life, Malfoy. You've once again ruined mine.' He walked out, pulling his coat on and letting his tears fall as he walked down the hallway and back to his apartment to wallow.--
Draco slumped back against the pillows, letting out many deep breaths.
'That's not how I wanted that to go.' He moaned, burying his head in a feather-filled pillow, wishing he could suffocate himself. He had wanted to tell Potter how he really felt, but then he let his anger get the best of him. Damn.
Then his eye caught the light blue scarf still draped on the chair. He grinned a bit, glad that the hospital was releasing him the next day.
'Looks like I have a way to redeem myself, hmm?' He said aloud, the grin fading as the elderly medi-witch walked through the door with a gigantic grin on her face. Which meant only one thing: spongebath. Damn Lancer for having the day off. He quickly reached over and retrieved the scarf, shoving it under his pillow. :Until tomorrow, then.: He thought, wanting to cry as the medi-witch advanced on him slowly.
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A/N: Don't kiiiiiiiiiiiiiill me! I promise, I am only a fan of happy endings! That doesn't mean that their relationship won't have its rocks and impediments...
--------What do YOU guys want to happen? Tell me!---------
THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS!! It was awesome to come home and check to see that 5 people actually reviewed so far! Keep them coming, they make my day!
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-Claire
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After his shower, he decided he would walk to his favorite little café and then to St. Mungo's, unable to deny himself at least a few minutes with the man who made his dreams ever-so-pleasant each night.
:I will not cry this time, I will not.: Harry chanted in his head as he pulled on a black v-neck sweater and some jeans, lacing up his boots, and pulling on his black wool coat, throwing a light blue scarf around his neck as well, then walking out the door. He bought a cup of steaming coffee and then continued on until he was standing in front of the old department storefront. He entered and smiled at the secretary medi-witch, who smiled and nodded back at him. He walked up to the room, could have sworn he saw Malfoy move, but shrugged to himself and walked in, pulling the chair back up to the bed. He took off his coat and scarf, sat down, and sighed.
'Hi. It's me again. Harry, that is.' He smiled at himself, realizing that he was actually nervous. Nervous about talking to someone who didn't even know he was in any close proximity to. 'I thought about you all last night, wasn't able to sleep. I worried about you. A lot.' He reached for Malfoy's hand again, breath catching in his chest as he thought he felt the muscles contract against his own. Shaking off the suspicion, he looked at Malfoy's gentle features, getting lost momentarily.
He didn't really know what else he talked about, only that it consisted mainly of how much he wished Malfoy were awake, how much he wanted Malfoy to love him back, etc. He felt rather stupid as he praised him for his amazing looks, how Harry couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy's beautiful body.
Before he knew it, he was about to lean in and kiss Malfoy's lips softly, and recieved the shock of his life.
'You know, Potter, no one's ever spent that much time defining EXACTLY why they love me. It' quite endearing, to tell the truth.' Harry jumped back as eyes slowly fluttered open.
'M-m-malfoy. You're awake.' He squeaked, flushing.
'Yes, nice observation. I have been the whole time.'
'E-even last time?' Harry managed, and was rewarded with a squeeze from the hand that was clutching his own. He looked down at his hand, clasping Malfoy's. He made to jerk it away when Malfoy took his other hand and placed it on top of Harry's.
'Yes. Even last time.' Harry's breath caught. So Malfoy knew that he loved him. WHY DID THIS HAVE TO BE? Then, without warning, his mood changed from shocked to angry. VERY angry. He wrenched his hand away and scowled.
'How dare you fool me? How could you just lay there and pretend that you weren't coherent of everything I was saying?' He seethed, rubbing his hand as if burned. Malfoy sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes narrowed and he looked straight at Harry, which sort of unnerved him.
'You wouldn't believe me if I told you.'
'Why don't you just fucking try me?' Harry fired back, raising an eyebrow.
'I wanted to know for sure if you truly meant what you said.' Malfoy answered, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry snorted.
'Then why couldn't you have just opened your eyes and asked me?'
'Come on, Potter, be reasonable. Even you know that in that situation you wouldn't tell the truth.' Malfoy had a point there. Harry knew deep down he would have denied it.
'Fine. Fine.' He muttered, taking a deep breath. 'So...'
'So what?'
'Don't you have anything to say?'
'To you?' Harry scowled.
'To who else? You're stuffed teddy in the corner?'
'Don't talk about my teddy.'
'Then tell me what you're thinking, you arrogant arsehole.'
'No need to get short with me, Potter.'
'Fuck off, Malfoy.' Harry knew he'd made a mistake.
'Just for that, I'm not going to tell you anything.' Malfoy said, licking his lips. 'Ever.'
Harry scowled and stood up, trying as hard as possible to keep his angry tears inside his eyelids.
'Fine. Have a nice life, Malfoy. You've once again ruined mine.' He walked out, pulling his coat on and letting his tears fall as he walked down the hallway and back to his apartment to wallow.--
Draco slumped back against the pillows, letting out many deep breaths.
'That's not how I wanted that to go.' He moaned, burying his head in a feather-filled pillow, wishing he could suffocate himself. He had wanted to tell Potter how he really felt, but then he let his anger get the best of him. Damn.
Then his eye caught the light blue scarf still draped on the chair. He grinned a bit, glad that the hospital was releasing him the next day.
'Looks like I have a way to redeem myself, hmm?' He said aloud, the grin fading as the elderly medi-witch walked through the door with a gigantic grin on her face. Which meant only one thing: spongebath. Damn Lancer for having the day off. He quickly reached over and retrieved the scarf, shoving it under his pillow. :Until tomorrow, then.: He thought, wanting to cry as the medi-witch advanced on him slowly.
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A/N: Don't kiiiiiiiiiiiiiill me! I promise, I am only a fan of happy endings! That doesn't mean that their relationship won't have its rocks and impediments...
--------What do YOU guys want to happen? Tell me!---------
THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS!! It was awesome to come home and check to see that 5 people actually reviewed so far! Keep them coming, they make my day!
BTW: My boyfriend's surgery went very well. I get to go visit him on Wednesday! Thanks to Vampire- gurl19 for her thoughts. :)
Duddits
Vampire-gurl19
Thundergirl
Elz! (Is this eveylici0uz? If not, sorry. If so, please tell me!)
THANKS GUYS!!! I really appreciate the reviews you give. :)
-Claire