The Minute of Decay
Draco opened his eyes and grunted, feeling a throbbing pain in his arm. He shut his eyes again, desperately wishing for just a bit more sleep. He didn't want to be awake, didn't want to feel the pain. He turned to his side after deducting that he must be in the hospital wing, and was startled to see his nemesis, Harry Potter, sitting in one of the guest chairs beside the bed. Draco instantly shot out of bed, searching Harry with his eyes to see if he had his wand at the ready, but it wasn't. Harry was just sitting there, almost in fetal position, staring at him.
"What the hell are you doing here, Potter?" Draco said, forcing out the usual hiss.
"I came to see how you were doing." replied Harry softly.
"…oh…" Draco sat back in bed, eyeing Harry suspiciously. Harry, meanwhile, was once again finding himself noticing how handsome Draco was in this disheveled state, his hair flying around wildly, sweat beading his forehead, his shirt - 'Bloody hell! What on Earth am I thinking!? What's wrong with me???' Harry thought wildly.
"Is something the matter?" Draco asked, seeing Harry fidgeting. This snapped Harry back to reality.
"No, of course not!" Harry shot. Draco looked stunned for a moment, but immediately he replaced the look with his usual snooty smile. 'What a sexy smile, can't believe I never noticed it before.' Harry thought, then blushed.
"So what exactly did you come here for, besides to annoy me and take up my time?" asked Draco, forcing out an air of bitter sarcasm, though he really did want to know what Harry wanted. Harry swallowed and grasp the side of the chair, preparing to tell Draco what he had been needing to get off his chest.
"Ok, I'll just tell you point blank. I had a dream, a vision I guess you can call it, and-"
"This isn't another one of your stupid 'I had a vision' moments where you find out that somehow You-Know-Who is back and after you, is it?" said Draco, standing up to get some water from the table beside Harry.
"No, it isn't." said Harry, trying to distract himself with the wall while Draco bent over him to pick something off the table. He vaguely noticed that he smelled like tobacco and something spicy.
"Ok then what is it? I haven't got all day."
"But you're in the hospital wing for the rest of the week, of course you have all day!"
"Well you have classes."
"I can skip them."
"And of course you'll get away with it because you're Harry Potter." fumed Draco as he turned to walk away. Harry shot up and grabbed his arm, knowing that what he needed to say had to be said, and soon…before he hurt Draco anymore.
"Where are you walking to? You're in the bloody hospital and all you can do is lay down, so you can't avoid me dammit!" yelled Harry, earning a startled look from Madame Pomfrey as she walked by, taking cloths to a patient a few beds away. In the back of his mind Draco thought about how odd it must look for Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy to actually be talking with each other, civilly…well, somewhat civilly.
"Fine. What is this Earth-shattering thing that you need to tell me?"
"I had a dream and in it I walked into a house, your house, I think, and I walked into an office type room and you were there and you reached your hand out to me and when I grabbed it you had blood pouring down your arm." said Harry, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He looked into Draco's eyes, hoping that he wouldn't think him mad. 'He has nice eyes as well…Damn, stop thinking about stuff like this.' Draco looked down at the ground, and paused for a moment, heaving a big sigh, then looked back up.
"Well that's all very interesting, Potter, but I'm going to go to the bathroom now that you told me this all important thing that you've had on your mind." Draco said, horribly sarcastic. Draco turned to walk away, but stopped and turned back around and looked dead into Harry's eyes.
"Don't deal in things you don't know. Oh and, next time you come to visit me, don't wear such tight pants. I didn't know I turned you on that much." said Draco, and he turned and walked out of the room. Harry blushed, grabbed his bag, and quickly followed suit.
She's got her eyes open wide
She's got the dirt and spit of the world
She's got her mouth on the metal
The lips of a scared little girl
I've got an angel in the lobby
He's waiting to put me in line
But I won't ask forgiveness
For my faith has gone dry
She's got her Christian prescriptures
And death has crawled in her ear
Like elevator music of songs
That she shouldn't hear
1...2...3 it spins around
4...5...6 we all lay down
Some do it fast
Some do it better
In smaller amounts
Marilyn Manson
'Count to 6 and Die - The Vacuum of Infinite Space Encompassing'