Dragon's tears
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Two
~ 7th February Harry's 6th year ~
"Good evening Draco." Harry said to the still limp figure, as he entered the private room he shared with the Slytherin. "I tell ya, you're not missing much, just lying there." He pulled up the chair and sat next to the bed. Just watching the figure.
"Ron's still pissed at me." He grinned at the memory, "What was it he said? Oh yeah: 'You're spending so much time with that ferret you'll become his pet lion soon!' he then dropped too much Belladonna root into the potion, it was a Dolor Libero potion. Too much root and the potion will not stop the pain but intensify it." He laughed, "Merlin Ron screams loudly. Snape jumped at the sound – it was so funny. Watching Snape try and force Ron to drink the antidote. Ron's never trusted anything Snape's brewed."
Harry placed the back of his hand against the pale boys cheek.
"Aren't you cold, Draco? How can you stand to be so cold all the time?" Harry smiled and grabbed the spare blanket that was on his own bed. He threw it over Draco's body and went round the bed tucking all the edges in neatly.
"There you go Draco, that should help." He looked back at his face and watched the boy silently. He smiled brightly when he saw the edges of his mouth go up in a small smile.
"Are you waking up Draco?" Harry asked moving closer to the bed. Draco's head turned towards Harry slightly.
Harry continued to watch Draco sleep, for that was what the state the blonde boy was in. Madam Pomfrey came in a few hours later and confirmed that Draco was indeed only asleep. All they needed to do know was wait for him to wake up.
It was completely dark when Harry finally left Draco's side and moved over to his own bed.
"Good night Draco. Wake up soon." He said to the boy before he too fell asleep.
~ February 14th. One week later. Valentines day. ~
"Happy Valentines day Draco. You have a grand total of 46 cards this year. You've beaten me again. I got 38." Harry looked at Draco's face and saw that he was smiling again. Harry went back to putting up all the cards.
"You know, not all of these cards are from girls, it seems that you have a few male admirers in Hogwarts too." He turned away from the bed and picked up the next lot of cards to be put up. "Like me for example." He said softly. He put up the last card a few seconds later and turned back to see Draco staring at him.
Silver eyes gazed into Emerald ones, and for ages neither boy spoke.
Harry smiled and moved towards the now awake Draco.
"Welcome back to the world of the living Draco."
Draco smirked, "Not exactly the welcome I would have expected a few months ago."
Harry sat down on the chair again. "How do you feel?" he asked concerned.
"Like I ploughed head first into frozen ground and have lain dead in a bed for a month and a half." He answered sarcastically.
Harry glared at him, "I'm serious Draco, how do you feel?"
Draco shrugged, "I've been better."
Harry smirked, "Aren't you even going to ask why I am here, asking about how you feel?"
Now it was Draco's turn to smirk, "No." Harry raised an eyebrow. "I may have been lying dead, but I heard everything that went on around me." Draco turned his head and looked up to the ceiling. "It was like being trapped in a bubble. I could hear what was going on around me. I could feel the bed beneath me, the sheets on top of me. The chill of the air, the touch of skin." He smiled and turned to face Harry, "Everything you have spoken to me this past month and a bit will remain between us. Besides who could I tell?"
He grinned. Harry stood and moved to press the back of his hand against Draco's cheek like he had done so many times before. But stopped as he realised what he was doing.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Harry. Don't be." Harry looked into the ocean of silver. Draco smiled. Harry reached out again slowly with his hand. Hesitantly he pressed his fingers against Draco's cheek.
Draco closed his eyes at the touch, and very very slowly Harry leaned downwards and brushed his lips against Draco's.
"Sleep. We'll talk tomorrow. I am your tutor after all."
He grinned and Draco opened his eyes and smiled back. Then Harry climbed into his bed and whispered, "Goodnight fair Dragon." Before plunging the room into darkness. Just before he fell asleep he heard Draco's soft voice reply.
"Goodnight meus amor."
