Disclaimer: Simply borrowing these characters and not making a profit.
Note: This is a slash so if you don't like this, don't flame! I have warned you.
~*~ Chapter Six ~*~
- Jin Munku-JGSPTV, confused*heart, Without permission, Beloved, Lessien- Took, Yana5, Midnight Mistress, Shania Maxwell, Ni Ni, Daniels Dark Angel, MoonysGurl, CTB, Isis-mystic, - thank you for reviewing!
Special note to: Jin Munku-JGSPTV - I love your criticism, honestly. It's very helpful. Let me try to explain some of the things. The thing with Hagrid, I couldn't have them walk out before they kiss, that'd be weird. I suppose Hagrid might have walked off to cook something. Sorry I didn't make that clear. About Ron and Hermione not having PDA's (public displays of affection), I made it like that because they were afraid to change too much because it might affect their friendship, and Harry might feel left out, and they were scared of getting too close in general because they never knew what tomorrow would bring. Draco's in love with Harry, whether or not he likes it, so of course he would save Harry. They were just a little away from the tree – far enough from it not to get hurt, but not much further. Sorry if this is long, I just felt that if you had questions about this, I'm sure others did too.
~*~
When Harry awoke, he found himself in the Hospital Wing. He opened his eyes slowly. His head was pounding and the light that flooded in from the window across the room made his head hurt even more.
Hermione and Ron were talking a little way to the side. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen.
Harry tried to pull himself up, but ended up leaning over the side of the bed to vomit violently.
Within seconds, Hermione, Ron, and Madam Pomfrey were at his side. While Hermione muttered a quick cleaning spell, Madam Pomfrey was busy preparing a potion for Harry. Ron simply stood by and watched him, the disappointment visible in his eyes. Harry couldn't look any of them in the eye.
Hermione was the first to break the silence.
"Professor McGonagall realized that you must have been off school grounds in order to have gotten the drinks, so she's giving you detention on Friday with Filch. She didn't take any points off though. She said you were punished enough by the Whomping Willow," Hermione said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Harry nodded and then took the potion he was offered. He gulped it down happily.
"Now, now. I've let you stay here long enough," fussed Madam Pomfrey. "Harry must be getting some rest."
Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek and Ron waved good-bye.
"Feel better mate," Ron finally spoke.
They left. Ron had his arm around Hermione.
Harry examined his many cuts and bruises. They were nothing compared to the bruises he used to get when Dudley beat him up, but that was thanks to the many potions and spells he was submitted to.
A few minutes past as Harry sat in silence until the potion started showing its effects. He yawned, and his hand immediately shot up to the corner of his lip, where a branch had evidently hit him.
His hand moved from the cut to his lips. He traced them, tasting Draco's lips. He replayed whatever he could remember of those few precious, passionate moments.
Much to his surprise, the very person he was thinking of at the moment strode to his bedside.
Harry looked up, sadness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he simply stated.
"Me too," came Draco's response.
Draco conjured a chair and took a seat.
"I meant what I said, or what I remember I said," Harry said timidly.
"I did too," said Draco.
"How'd you figure it out?" Harry asked.
"I saw that fool Neville put them in," said Draco.
"Why'd you drink it?"
Draco didn't answer. He examined Harry's broken skin instead.
"How do you feel?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Just threw up all over the Hospital Wing a few moments ago. Does that answer your question?" Harry replied, slightly annoyed.
Again, Draco didn't reply.
Harry accepted the silence gratefully and examined Draco. His silver eyes shimmered, reflecting the light. Draco had broken the habit of gelling his hair back, and now it hung loosely over his eyes. It too reflected the light.
Everything about Draco seemed to reflect the light, Harry thought. He's so gorgeous.
Draco wasn't wearing his school robes. Instead, he was in a tight-fitted gray shirt and black pants. Harry couldn't take his eyes of him. Through the shirt, it was evident that the years of Quidditch had done him no harm. Au contraire, they outfitted him with defined abs and well toned arms.
Harry was surprised he hadn't noticed this before.
He yawned, and once more his hand went to his bruise.
"Fucking tree," he cursed.
He closed his eyes and drifted of to a dreamless sleep. The potion had done its job.
Draco watched Harry for a while. He felt so confused. He knew it was wrong, his feelings toward Harry, and yet, watching him sleep so peacefully provided him with a peace of his own.
Draco heard a shuffling at the door, but when he turned around, all he could see was a shadow disappear. An hour had passed since Harry had fallen asleep. Draco hadn't noticed the time go by. The shadow was merely Hermione stopping by to check on Harry before heading down to lunch. Draco didn't see her smile as she walked away.
~*~ End of Chapter Six ~*~
Note: This is a slash so if you don't like this, don't flame! I have warned you.
~*~ Chapter Six ~*~
- Jin Munku-JGSPTV, confused*heart, Without permission, Beloved, Lessien- Took, Yana5, Midnight Mistress, Shania Maxwell, Ni Ni, Daniels Dark Angel, MoonysGurl, CTB, Isis-mystic, - thank you for reviewing!
Special note to: Jin Munku-JGSPTV - I love your criticism, honestly. It's very helpful. Let me try to explain some of the things. The thing with Hagrid, I couldn't have them walk out before they kiss, that'd be weird. I suppose Hagrid might have walked off to cook something. Sorry I didn't make that clear. About Ron and Hermione not having PDA's (public displays of affection), I made it like that because they were afraid to change too much because it might affect their friendship, and Harry might feel left out, and they were scared of getting too close in general because they never knew what tomorrow would bring. Draco's in love with Harry, whether or not he likes it, so of course he would save Harry. They were just a little away from the tree – far enough from it not to get hurt, but not much further. Sorry if this is long, I just felt that if you had questions about this, I'm sure others did too.
~*~
When Harry awoke, he found himself in the Hospital Wing. He opened his eyes slowly. His head was pounding and the light that flooded in from the window across the room made his head hurt even more.
Hermione and Ron were talking a little way to the side. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen.
Harry tried to pull himself up, but ended up leaning over the side of the bed to vomit violently.
Within seconds, Hermione, Ron, and Madam Pomfrey were at his side. While Hermione muttered a quick cleaning spell, Madam Pomfrey was busy preparing a potion for Harry. Ron simply stood by and watched him, the disappointment visible in his eyes. Harry couldn't look any of them in the eye.
Hermione was the first to break the silence.
"Professor McGonagall realized that you must have been off school grounds in order to have gotten the drinks, so she's giving you detention on Friday with Filch. She didn't take any points off though. She said you were punished enough by the Whomping Willow," Hermione said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Harry nodded and then took the potion he was offered. He gulped it down happily.
"Now, now. I've let you stay here long enough," fussed Madam Pomfrey. "Harry must be getting some rest."
Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek and Ron waved good-bye.
"Feel better mate," Ron finally spoke.
They left. Ron had his arm around Hermione.
Harry examined his many cuts and bruises. They were nothing compared to the bruises he used to get when Dudley beat him up, but that was thanks to the many potions and spells he was submitted to.
A few minutes past as Harry sat in silence until the potion started showing its effects. He yawned, and his hand immediately shot up to the corner of his lip, where a branch had evidently hit him.
His hand moved from the cut to his lips. He traced them, tasting Draco's lips. He replayed whatever he could remember of those few precious, passionate moments.
Much to his surprise, the very person he was thinking of at the moment strode to his bedside.
Harry looked up, sadness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he simply stated.
"Me too," came Draco's response.
Draco conjured a chair and took a seat.
"I meant what I said, or what I remember I said," Harry said timidly.
"I did too," said Draco.
"How'd you figure it out?" Harry asked.
"I saw that fool Neville put them in," said Draco.
"Why'd you drink it?"
Draco didn't answer. He examined Harry's broken skin instead.
"How do you feel?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Just threw up all over the Hospital Wing a few moments ago. Does that answer your question?" Harry replied, slightly annoyed.
Again, Draco didn't reply.
Harry accepted the silence gratefully and examined Draco. His silver eyes shimmered, reflecting the light. Draco had broken the habit of gelling his hair back, and now it hung loosely over his eyes. It too reflected the light.
Everything about Draco seemed to reflect the light, Harry thought. He's so gorgeous.
Draco wasn't wearing his school robes. Instead, he was in a tight-fitted gray shirt and black pants. Harry couldn't take his eyes of him. Through the shirt, it was evident that the years of Quidditch had done him no harm. Au contraire, they outfitted him with defined abs and well toned arms.
Harry was surprised he hadn't noticed this before.
He yawned, and once more his hand went to his bruise.
"Fucking tree," he cursed.
He closed his eyes and drifted of to a dreamless sleep. The potion had done its job.
Draco watched Harry for a while. He felt so confused. He knew it was wrong, his feelings toward Harry, and yet, watching him sleep so peacefully provided him with a peace of his own.
Draco heard a shuffling at the door, but when he turned around, all he could see was a shadow disappear. An hour had passed since Harry had fallen asleep. Draco hadn't noticed the time go by. The shadow was merely Hermione stopping by to check on Harry before heading down to lunch. Draco didn't see her smile as she walked away.
~*~ End of Chapter Six ~*~