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Chpt6: white ceiling, rose
[Oh anyway, anyway you do it wrong
I'm calling out your name but you never hear me]
Draco's eyes fluttered open. All that registered was a blurry white sky above him. He frowned and squinted his eyes as the room came into view. It wasn't the sky, but the ceiling of the hospital wing. He had a distant feel of numbness, but felt to groggy to understand exactly what had happened. He had left the hospital wing only to return to it later that day. Great, what luck he had.
Now he was beginning to remember how he had gotten there in the first place. He had gone with Severus to a Death Eater meeting and blacked out there. He knotted his eyebrows and his frown deepened, he couldn't remember what had happened there. He remembered flashes of being held under the Imperious curse, vague snatches of Voldemort's voice in his head, but he could not remember what Voldemort had asked him.
He turned his head slightly towards the clock on the wall. Nearly eight o'clock, at night seeing to how it was already dark outside. He strained his sore muscles and started to sit up, but he was caught by a hand that gently pushed him down to the soft, feathery comfort that the bed provided.
"Rest Draco," said the low, cat-like voice to which the hand belonged. "You need to regain your strength before you get up."
"Professor?" Draco weakly questioned as Snape's head came into focus. "What happened? I don't remember what happened?"
He heard a sharp intake of air from the sallow potions master and the sound of a door being briskly opened, then fall shut. He could hear the tap of wooden heels on the marble floor before he saw the transfiguration teacher.
"Severus, what happened here?" She asked him in hushed tones.
"Another Death Eater's meeting Minerva," Snape responded in his greasy voice, though sounded worried and concerned. "Mr. Malfoy here got hit with a full blown Cruatious curse."
He could hear McGonagall sigh, and felt her eyes raking over his prone form, who was still staring at the ceiling with his stormy (a/n: and incredibly sexy!!) gray eyes. He didn't hear exactly what Snape said yes, but McGonagall turned swiftly on her heel, and left the hospital wing as Snape sat down by a chair at Draco's side. He handed him a piece of chocolate, which Draco gratefully ate. He once again stared at the ceiling as his eyes started to flutter, and closed again.
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"Ummm... Professor?" Harry asked his house's professor as they left the Gryffindor common room. "Is there a reason that Professor Snape wants to see me? I haven't done anything wrong intentionally."
"No Potter, it's not to punish you," Professor McGonagall answered, with a wry smile on her face, though Harry could see that she was still worried. "Professor Snape wants your help with a student in the hospital wing."
A thousand thoughts raced through Harry's mind as he realized why McGonagall had the worried look on her face. Something must have happened to Draco at the meeting with Voldemort. Snape would have never called him down to the hospital wing otherwise. Harry paled, realizing that Snape must know about his budding relationship with Draco. They past a few ghosts, the halls were otherwise empty. Curfew was seven o'clock, when the sun set. These were dangerous times and the staff didn't want students wandering the halls at night.
They were nearing the door of the hospital wing when Snape stepped outside, and they stopped in front of him.
"Thank you Minerva," he said firmly. She nodded and left, it wasn't hard to miss the message that Snape didn't want her around. His eyes flickered to Harry's, giving him a disdainful look. "Don't think that this changes anything Potter, I'm not going to go soft on you because Draco is suddenly lonely without you. Quite the contrary, I hope that nothing ever comes of this. But keep this as fair warning Potter, if you lay one finger on Draco or hurt him in anyway, there will be more people out there then just me that will not hesitate to kill you."
Harry kept Snape's unwavering gaze the entire time, but gulped as soon as he turned as banged into the hospital wing.
"I don't intend to ever hurt Draco sir," he muttered to himself. "I've only just found what my life had been missing."
Although he didn't see it, Snape looked almost sorrowful for one moment, as if dreaming of a love that he once knew. But it had all past down the road long ago. Snape was a very lonely man (A/n: which probably explains why he seems to have something jammed up his ass! Don't get me wrong, Snape's one of my favorite characters.), but he seemed content to live life that way.
They stopped by Draco's bed, and Snape swept away to let Harry sit by his bedside in peace. Harry sank into the solitary chair that had been placed by Draco's bedside, and noticed that his nightstand was totally devoid of get-well cards, unlike Harry's when he was in the hospital wing. The moon was up now, and it shone over Draco's sleeping form and made his skin glow a pale white. Harry studied the boy who haunted his dreams for the first time. His skin was so pale, unhealthy really, but so beautiful at the same time. He had long eyelashes that accented his troubled eyes even in his sleep, they were the same color as his sun-silk hair. He was really skinny from the constant stress and Harry could see his bones rather sharply from under his skin. A few purple bruises were still lingering from the summer before, but most had faded away.
Harry took out his wand and summoned a blank piece of paper that he saw on Madam Pomfrey's desk. With a quick wave of his wand, the turned the paper into a single white rose and placed it on the nightstand of Draco's bed.
"Harry?" During his transfiguring spell, Harry hadn't seen Draco's eyes open. "How did you get here? It's past curfew?"
"Snape asked for me to come," Harry answered gently, picking up the rose and handing it to Draco. "But it's not about me. How are you feeling?"
"Sore, and a little confused. I don't remember what happened, or if I imagined all of it or part of it." Draco sat up, leaning against the head rail of the bed. "I just remember being put under Imperious and Cruatious, and then blacking out."
Harry grimaced, he remember what it felt like to have an Unforgivable Curse cast upon you, and it wasn't a good feeling at all. He awkwardly took Draco's hand into his own. He heard a very quiet voice, and looked down at Draco's wrist where one of the snakes had raised its silver head and was hissing him a message in parseltongue.
"You know, this boy cares for you a lot. He was under a lot of pain today, trying to not reveal anything about you to Lord Voldemort," it hissed in its language.
"What did he say?" Harry asked, snake language running off the tip of his tongue.
"That's not for me to tell you, oh great Harry Potter. That is for him to remember and tell. Good day to you, and remember that he risked his life to protect you today, and will do so everytime he goes to a Death Eater meeting."
The snake went ridged for a moment, and then slithered back around the golden snake that had remained fastened on Draco's wrist. Draco gave Harry a hard calculating look for a moment, his head tilted to the side, before his gaze returned to the rose in his hand.
"What did he say?" He asked, picking the thorns off the side of the moon captured rose.
"He told me what I already knew," Harry answered softly, not wanting to wake anyone up. "But he also told me that you would tell me when you remembered."
"I will," Draco answered. "There is nothing that I will hide from you Harry Potter. And though my head tells me to not talk to you, my heart tells me otherwise. It's funny how you spend most of your life developing your mind, but it can deny you the most important thing you'll ever know. Love."
"We're very much alike, you and I," Harry said blankly. "We grew up with out love, rebelled against the way we are suppose to be, and now we have turned to each other, and we don't know why."
"You said it yourself. We're very much alike, but I'm not so sure if I can agree with you there. You are destined to be one of the greatest wizards of all time, and I am to be a follower of the dark movement. I can see where our paths split."
"They can split Draco, but they can cross again, but only if you allow it to be so."
"No no, none of that!" Snape's voice rang across the room, and Harry reddened as he realized Snape had been there the entire time. "You two are beginning to sound like a goddamn soap opera."
"And how do you know what a soap opera is?" Draco questioned with a glint in his eyes. "Have you been watching the muggle telly again? I always thought the soaps were a bit feminine."
Snape cursed, and left the hospital wing, scolding Potter to follow him so he could return him to his common room.
"I have to go Draco, I'll be back tomorrow." Harry leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on Draco's forehead and then turned to leave.
"Oh no you don't," Draco growled and pulled Harry back. He grabbed him by the collar and kissed Harry's rough, but moist, lips. He let go as he heard Snape practically vomiting in the hallway as he glanced back in and saw his favorite student locking lips with the bane of his existence. "Now, you can go." He winked, as Harry slowly left the room, a dazed look on his face.
TBC..........
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