Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.
Warning: SLASH...yummy
Love, By Accident: Escaping
"Miss Granger, Mr. Potter, Draco needs to rest now," Madame Pomfrey walked out of her office.
"I feel fine!" Draco whined, "Can't I go?"
The medi-witch just shook her head and walked back out of sight.
"Sorry Draco. I've got detention anyway," Harry bent down and kissed Draco.
He was about to pull away when the blonde put a hand on the back of his head, keeping Harry their and their lips together.
Harry smiled and ran his tongue along Draco's bottom lip. Draco opened his mouth and they were lost.
Until, that is, Hermione cleared her throat from behind them.
Draco whimpered when Harry broke the kiss. "I know, I know. I'll be back in the morning."
"Bye Malfoy," Hermione waved.
"And when you're done with that you can clean the desks and floors." Snape said, sitting at his own desk in the Potion's classroom.
Harry gritted his teeth as he replaced empty potion bottles on the shelves in the storage closet with new ones...restock my shelves-holy crap. That's so wrong, Harry thought, remembering how Snape had put it the night before.
Just then a girl, probably a second or third year, rushed in, "Professor Snape." She called.
He looked up from the papers he was grading, "What is it Maggie?"
"Malcolm and Blaise are dueling in the common room!" She panted, obviously having run all the way to the classroom to find her head of house.
Snape got up. "Potter you may go, be back at eight tomorrow and you'll finish your work. Come on Maggie." And they left.
Harry sighed, relieved, and headed to Draco's room. He'd been staying there since Draco was in the hospital, with the exception of the nights he fell asleep by the blonde's bed.
Harry walked into Draco's bedroom, and stopped halfway between the bed and the couch. "Draco, what are you doing here?"
Draco was sitting on his bed, out of hospital attire and in only a pair of silk pajama bottoms. "You're not happy to see me?" He pouted, reaching out for Harry.
"Did you sneak out of the infirmary?" Against his wishes Harry walked over and wrapped his arms gently around Draco, happy he could hold the blonde again without an audience.
"Just a little bit." Harry sighed, burring his head in the crock of Draco's neck. "I'm fine though," He knew Harry was worried.
"Oh yeah, you just were operated on today, you have a broken nose, and a few cracked ribs...you're fine."
"Harry," Draco took the Gryffindor's head in his hands. "I couldn't stand to be away from you any longer."
Harry closed his eyes, fighting off tears. "I just...I want you to be okay...I can't lose you," He sobbed.
"You won't," Draco consoled. "I promise." He kissed Harry then pulled him in to bed and under the covers.
Draco pulled off Harry's shirt and started kissing his chest. "Harry?" Draco asked, his lips on the boy's neck. "Are you crying?"
"No," Harry said weakly.
Draco looked up at him, salt on his lips. "What's wrong?" He asked gently.
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"People don't cry when they're fine baby. Tell me?"
Draco wiped the tears off of Harry's face. "I just hate that you let them hurt you. You're supposed to be the strong one in this relationship-"
"Oh, am I?"
"I thought you're Malfoy ego wouldn't settle for anything less..."
"You got that right," Draco caressed Harry's face and leaned in to kiss him. "This whole thing was a giant fluke...I shouldn't of let it happen. Let's forget about it and move on, okay?"
Harry nodded and they snogged in bed some more, Draco finding his way on top of Harry. He started sucking on the Gryffindor's neck, until he was certain it would leave a nice mark of ownership.
Harry guided Draco's face back up to his own so they could kiss, tongues swirling and hands roaming. "I love you," Harry whispered through kisses.
"Love you too," Draco panted back.
The following morning, Draco Harry and Hermione were leaving the Great Hall after breakfast.
"I'll meet you guys in class...I need to talk to someone." Draco said, kissing Harry and heading back to the house tables. "Zabini!" He called.
Blaise looked over as he got up from the Slytherin table. "Malfoy." He said, acknowledging Draco.
"I heard you and Malcolm got in a fight, what was that all about?"
Blaise walked over and stood eyelevel with Draco, "You, actually." He started walking out of the hall.
"Hey!" Draco caught up with him. "What do you mean?"
"Malcolm was talking a bunch of crap about you and Lucius...and Potter."
"And you defended me?"
"I've known you since birth Malfoy, we're best friends...I'd die for you if I had to and you know that."
"Thanks," Draco smiled.
"No problem...I mean it only got me three weeks detention."
"I think I know how to make it up to you."
Blaise raised an eyebrow, "What are you playing at?"
"Don't worry," They started walking to Transfiguration, "I think you'll like it."
By the time they reached the classroom, Draco had informed Blaise of what he was 'playing at'.
"So Zabini, what do you say?"
Blaise smiled, "Just tell me when and where."
"I still have to work that out with her," They headed to their seats.
"Oh, and that broken nose look works really well with your complexion," Blaise added.
"Ha ha," Draco sat next to Harry.
"Want to tell me what's going on?" The raven-haired boy asked.
"Not yet," Draco smirked and waited for class to begin.