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CHAPTER 16, oh god.
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Draco wasn't functioning well; he had one thing on his mind: Harry needs to live. He stood in the middle of the waiting area of St. Mungo's, eyes fixed on the doors that led to the MER (magical emergency room), willing the wizards to come through them with some sort of news. He had told his father to go home to his mother, so he could be alone with his thoughts. He only had one, though- needing to see Harry. Hermione showed about an hour after Draco arrived, and tried to get Draco to sit, but he refused. The tears finally came about two hours after he'd brought Harry in. He'd lost hope. Harry was dead. Hermione tried to comfort him, but she really couldn't do anything. Just as Draco was about to barge in and demand to see the body, a tired-looking wizard came through the doors with a giant smile on his face.
"Mr. Malfoy." He called, looking around. Draco and Hermione both stood up immediately, walking up with expectant looks on their faces. "Come with me, please." They followed, silently, into a small room. The wizard sat on one side of a table, and Draco and Hermione pulled chairs up to the other side. "Mr. Potter is alive. He put up one bloody 'ell of a fight, and he's here with us now." Draco beamed, relief searing through every bit of him. Hermione burst into sobs. "However, he has been through a lot of trauma. It will take a lot of time in recovery, both physical and mental. He will need your help, Mr. Malfoy, in this process. And I'm sure you would be of great- er, help, too, miss." He directed at Hermione, who was still sobbing. She merely nodded and continued to sob. Draco patted her reassuringly on the back and pulled her hair out of her face for her. "Now, the hard part. Mr. Potter is in a restorative coma. It helps the body to collect itself, if you will, and his magic will heal any internal damage. He has a shattered kneecap and a sprained jaw, not to mention a concussion and many, many bruises and cuts. His knee will have to heal in its own time, per his medical file. He seems to be deathly afraid of Skelegro or any form of bone replacement." Hermione looked up and smiled briefly.
"Lockhart." She said to herself, then resumed her tears. The two men just stared at her for a second.
"Er... can I see him?" Draco asked tentatively, his insides burning with anticipation.
"Of course. There, at this time, is only one visitor allowed." Draco glanced at Hermione who merely waved him off.
"Go, Draco. You need to see him." The wizard stood up and Draco hugged Hermione quickly before following the wizard (David, by his name tag) to Harry's room. David opened the door and Draco walked in quietly. Garish curtains surrounded Harry's bed. Draco pushed them back and saw the almost angelic look on the face of his boyfriend, despite the bruising on his cheekbone and jaw. And the black circles around both eyes. And the split bottom lip. And the cut through his eyebrow.
Whatever. He still looked gorgeous. Draco moved to his side and took his hand.
"It's just like how we met." He murmured, smiling. "Only you're really in a coma. Oh well. I- I still love you with everything I own. I want you to get better so we can go home and live forever together, safe and happy and just with each other. I can't look at you without my knees going weak and my hands aching to touch you. You are my life, Harry. You are the one perfect thing in my life. And I'm not going anywhere, so neither can you. Promise?" Draco smiled again, almost laughing out loud as Harry's mouth twitched into a smile. It was only there for a brief moment, but Draco saw it. And knew what it meant: Harry wasn't going anywhere. "Wonderful."
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Draco stayed by Harry's side the length of the restorative coma. He was reading in a chair when Harry first stirred. Draco was holding onto one of his hands, and Harry squeezed back.
"Dray?" He slurred, trying to lift his head but wincing. "Dray?" Draco stood up, his book clattering to the floor. He knelt down and leaned over so Harry could see him.
"Harry?" He whispered, tears filling his eyes. Harry's eyes opened finally, and his mouth extended upward in as big a smile as he could manage. "Good-" He glanced at the clock. "-evening. How do you feel?"
"Horrid. I'm in so much pain. My whole body aches. It hurts to talk." Draco smoothed Harry's hair with a hand and kissed his forehead.
"I'll go get a mediwitch to give you some pain potion, all right?" Harry nodded and Draco went to find one. She came back with a small blue vial, and Draco helped her prop him up on his pillows, being very conscientious of his battered form. "Here, love." He poured the contents down Harry's throat, then helped him drink some water.
"Thanks."
"Shh." Harry closed his mouth and smiled lopsidedly. Once the mediwitch had left, Draco smiled broadly. "Would it hurt if I kissed you?" Harry shook his head 'no', so Draco leaned in and kissed him softly, making sure not to put too much pressure on his injured bottom lip. When he pulled back, Harry's eyes glittered.
"Mmm." He sighed contentedly, raising a hand to run a finger down Draco's cheek. "You're bruised." Draco had a large black and blue bruise along his cheekbone where Ron had hit him full in the face.
"Yeah." He replied. "But it's ok. You're the one I need to worry about."
"Ask the witch if you can sleep with me." Harry whispered, eyes already drooping in fatigue. Draco smirked.
"Ok. Be back." He went outside and asked the attending mediwitch, who said it was ok as long as he didn't put Harry in any harm. He promised he wouldn't and went back into Harry's room to help him lay down. He crawled into bed next to him and carefully cradled him in his arms.
"I heard what you said." Harry muttered, nuzzling Draco's neck.
"When?"
"When I was in my real coma." Harry managed a weak chuckle, and Draco laughed as well. "About being together forever. And I promise."
"What do you promise, love?"
"I'm not going anywhere, Dray." Draco kissed the top of his head.
"Ok. Now sleep."
"Love you."
"Love you too, babe." He lay there until he heard Harry's breathing turn to a slow, steady rhythm, all the while combing his fingers through his shaggy black mop. His heart flooded with relief every time he touched Harry; to think, a week ago, he was worried if he'd have to live without his beloved. And now he had Harry exactly where he needed to be- in his arms. "I'll never let go." He muttered into Harry's neck, not falling to sleep for many hours. This turned out to be a good thing. It seemed, now that the uninterrupted sleep of the coma was gone, that Harry was experiencing the post-trauma of his experience. In his dreams. He was thrashing about, his face scrunched in terror, his hands fisted in the bedclothes, muttering nonsense that Draco couldn't understand. He thought quickly of how he could wake him up without startling him too badly. Deciding on the tender approach, he kissed Harry's forehead after smoothing back his hair, moving his mouth to Harry's ear, clearly but quietly saying,
"Harry, babe, wake up. It's Dray. Come on, beautiful. Wake up. It's just a dream. He's gone. Harry. Wake up..." Harry slowly seemed to come out of it, the thrashing and muttering stopping. His tense body relaxed and his eyelids quivered and finally lifted, revealing tear-filled eyes. He didn't say anything, just turned and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, sobbing and crying. Draco held him close and continued his words in comforting tones, placing kisses sporadically on his head.
"He... I..." Harry tried to say through his tears.
"Shh... he's gone. I'm here. Don't worry. Shh." Harry clung tighter to Draco's neck, and he rocked the smaller man back and forth until, after about twenty minutes, Harry was too tired to cry anymore.
"Hold me." Harry whimpered, and Draco gathered him closer to his own body and began saying little nothings into Harry's ear.
"When we get out of the hospital, we'll move somewhere together. A new loft. A house. Whatever you want. And we'll get married. We'll have glorious children and raise them to be perfect little witches and wizards. We'll do whatever you want, Harry. I-"
"Do you really mean all that?" Harry asked quietly, lifting his head to look into Draco's eyes. Draco smiled awkwardly and nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do."
"Good." Harry replied, smiling and placing a soft kiss on his boyfriend's lips.
They stayed up for a little bit longer, content on being alive and with each other.
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Over the next week, Harry's dreams didn't seem to be as bad as the first, but he woke up at least once every night in a cold sweat. His knee was set and doing fine. All in all, he was healing miraculously fast (something he accredited to Draco). One day, Draco was walking with him up and down the hallway to stretch his legs. They stopped to look in at the newborn babies.
"Were you really serious about us having kids?" Harry asked, smiling happily at all the little bundled, wriggling infants.
"Yup. Not only would they be fucking hot little spawn, they'd be amazingly powerful, magic-wise. Plus, I think you'd make a terrific mum." Draco laughed as Harry turned to smack his arm.
"Hey! Who said I was going to be the 'mum'?"
"Harry, can you really see me being pregnant and all of that?" Harry stood there thinking a bit, then frowned.
"Nope. Definitely not. I don't think I could handle your mood swings. That's it- I'll be the mum." Draco smirked and pulled his lover toward him.
"Brilliant." Harry leaned a bit against him and tangled his hands in Draco's short black locks.
"It's so short..." He murmured, hands dropping to slide up Draco's sweater.
"Yeah, but it'll grow back fast."
"That's good, because I already miss your mussed up morning hair." Harry teased. "Now you just look like me with shorter hair."
"That's not such a bad thing, is it? You're bloody marvelous in the looks department." Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder and chuckled.
"Thanks. You're sexy as hell, by the way."
"Oh, I know."
"And cocky, too."
"And...?"
"Just shut up." Harry muttered, smirking inwardly.
"You know... I was thinking."
"That's never good."
"Fuck off... this is serious."
"Ok. Putting serious face on." Harry said firmly, into Draco's chest.
"Harry... do you think you and I would make a good married couple?"
"Are you proposing to me?"
"Yep."
"Then absolutely."
"Absolutely what?"
"As in absolutely, Dray, we'd make a wonderful married couple, and as in absolutely, Dray, I will marry you." Harry could feel Draco's heartbeat against his cheek. It was racing.
"Brilliant." Draco said again, exhaling hard. "This means, obviously, that you have to meet mum and dad." Harry looked up at him, eyes wide.
"Really?" He said quietly, his eyes wide.
"Don't worry. They won't hurt you. They actually, judging by their actions when I asked them to help you, might like you."
"Right. Can we get back to the room? I'm sleepy." Draco laughed as Harry looked expectantly at him.
"What?"
"Carry me?" He asked innocently, his eyes wide and his lip pouting.
"You're lucky you weigh about 100 pounds and are so goddamn sexy when you sulk." He carried his feather-light lover back to his bed and laid him down softly. "Harry?"
"What?"
"Can't you just let them repair your knee so we can go home?" Harry's eyes darkened.
"Only if you promise me they won't hex off my leg or take all the bones out." Draco held up a hand.
"Promise."
"And you have to hold my hand."
"Done."
"Go get the bloody Healers then." He slumped against the pillows and watched the delectable ass of his fiancé walk out the door. When he returned, the mediwizard and two mediwitches did some tests and had Draco fill out some paperwork and then Harry grabbed his left hand tightly. The medical professionals said some spells and Harry cringed as brief, but searing, pain engulfed his whole leg, slowly dissipating in intensity until it was a dull burn. Draco kissed his forehead and he opened his eyes. "Is it over?"
"Mmmhmm. You were wonderful, love." Draco replied mockingly, and Harry slapped him upside the head. "Only kidding. We can leave as soon as we get you packed up."
The Healers left and Draco helped Harry slip into some sweats, a t-shirt, and some socks, then tended to the task of packing up the few things he had in the room. When they were through, Draco picked Harry up ("Hey! I can walk, you know." "Do you want to walk?" "No... carry on, then. I don't have all day.") and they Apparated to Draco's loft. He walked into the kitchen to check for messages and Harry wandered to the bathroom, carefully undressing after running a bath. He was just laying his head back for what promised to be a very relaxing time when Draco walked in. He sat on the floor, his elbows propped up on the edge of the bathtub. "Hi."
"Hi." Draco echoed, sighing.
"What do you need?" Harry asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Nothing in particular." Harry laid one of his own hands over one of Draco's and winked at him.
"Come here, you." He placed his hands behind Draco's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Feeling a bit adventurous, he allowed his tongue to dart in between Draco's lips, and it was welcomed deeper in immediately. Soon Draco's whole front was drenched with water from both Harry's body and the tub.
"Glad you're feeling better." Draco murmured against Harry's fervent mouth.
"Much better." Harry affirmed.
"Are you finished with your bath?"
"Definitely."
"Will you be needed a towel?"
"Uh-uh." Draco laughed and Harry stood up after pulling the plug out of the drain. Draco looked into his eyes.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"What is this? The bloody Spanish Inquisition?" Harry scowled, stepping out onto the rug. "Yes, I'm ready. No, I'm not tired. Yes, I want you to fuck me because god knows your face is telling me you want to." Harry crowed triumphantly as Draco smiled sheepishly. He grabbed a towel off the rack anyway and wrapped it haphazardly around his waist. Draco took his hand and led him to the bed, where he proceeded to rip the towel off of him. Harry watched in amusement as Draco got undressed, eyes glazed with lust. He finally had everything off and advanced to the edge of the bed, but Harry held up a hand. "Stop."
"What?" Draco asked, his forehead creased in worry.
"I want to look at you. Haven't gotten to in a while." Draco sighed inwardly, glad that Harry wasn't having second thoughts. His mouth quirked in a half smile, he tilted his head slightly to the left and stared at his fiancé, sprawled on his bed, completely naked. He must have stood there for about a minute until Harry beckoned him closer with a finger. He climbed up on the bed and placed a knee on each side of Harry's thighs, then leaned down to kiss him soundly. His mouth traveled around for a bit, his hands stroking Harry's inner thighs. He listened to the lusty moans emanating from below him. Breath hissed through his teeth as Harry's hands grasped his bottom in a firm grip. "Mmm... you like that?" Harry asked as Draco cursed raggedly under his breath.
"Uh huh." He replied, then dipped his head for another kiss. Harry grazed his teeth along Draco's lips, then nuzzled Draco's neck, sucking lightly. Draco began muttering incoherencies, praising Harry. He began to notice Draco was getting impatient, so he arched his back a bit.
"Dray..." He whined, and Draco raised an eyebrow.
"You sure? Because right now I'm ready to fuck you long and hard. But only if you're ready."
"I'M READY." Harry bellowed, eyes steady, his breathing harsh.
"Ok." Draco replied, shrugging his shoulders. He nudged his fiancé's legs apart with a knee, and Harry bent them. Draco entered him quickly with a gasp, and Harry groaned. "Wow." Draco breathed heavily, eyes drooping in ecstasy.
"Uh huh..." Harry moaned as Draco began to move slowly. Their bodies were covered in perspiration and Harry's body felt pleasantly relaxed as the pace sped up. He lifted a hand to Draco's heart and felt its erratic beating. "Christ, I love you."
"Love.You.Too." Draco managed in between gasps. Harry lifted his head up to kiss Draco on the lips, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck. "Harry." Draco moaned against their locked lips.
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After they were both sated, Draco curled up against Harry's side and laid his head on his chest, his fingers tracing patterns on Harry's abdomen. "That tickles." Harry said, laughing.
"When do you want to get married?" Draco asked, loving the sound of Harry's laugh vibrating in his lungs.
"As soon as possible." He replied, lacing one of his hands into Draco's tracing one. "When do you?"
"Soon. When do you want to meet with Mother and Father?"
"Um... soon..." Harry answered, unsure if he could actually do so.
"Harry..." Draco said in a warning tone. "If you don't want to, that's ok."
"I do want to, I'm just nervous."
"I know." Draco chuckled. "Everyone always is. But believe me- they won't kill you."
"I know." Harry answered. He buried his face in Draco's neck and sighed. "I love you."
"I love you, too. Let's get married next month."
"Why next month?"
"Because you won't decide." Harry laughed and bit him lightly. "OW!"
"You know you like it."
"Oh, really?" Draco mocked, rolling on top of him. "Ready for another go, my love?"
"Oh yes." Harry replied, wiggling his body so Draco groaned, then wrapped his legs around Draco's middle.
"Smashing."
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(a.n.): so, you happy i kept him alive??? hehe. you knew all along i wouldn't kill him. whatever. it was fun anyway. the next chapters are going to be GREAT fun to write. i am LOVING this. and i love you guys too. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!