"Potter?! Harry open your eye's" Madam Hooch's frantic voice screamed minutes later."Harry!"
"Hmm" The strewn boy finally responded. He could feel the grass beneath him and then being pulled onto the stretcher. His head flopped back and he could hear Madame Pomfrey asking what was wrong and he swore he heard Ginny sobbing but it could've been something else. He slipped in and out of consciousness on the way to the hospital wing. Finally slipping and waking up two hours later.
"Ohhh" He groaned softly
"Harry" Hermione's familiar voice chimed. She was looking down at him while Ginny held his hand he noted that her face was tear stained. So it was she, he heard crying.
"Are you all right?" Gin asked
He nodded. Looking around he noticed Ron standing at the end of the bed. A small smile played on his lips "Yeah "
"Where was your head?" Ginny asked "You hit the goal post at like a million miles an hour didn't you see it?"
"I ... just have a lot on my mind" He said bringing her hand up to his lips "I'm sorry Gin ok?" He apologized "I really am"
She looked at him eyes' glistening with unshed tears. She gently gave his hand a squeeze "Well"
"C'mon" He said "Who's my Wheezy?" He asked. Ron's eye's nearly bulged out of his head. Harry tried not to look at him. A grin played on Ginny's face
"So that's what Malfoy was talking about" She thought getting up and kissing him. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Embarrassed" He answered
She stroked his slightly bruised face "Why?" She asked "Don't want anyone to know you call your girlfriend a pet name?"
"Well . . . " He blushed or at least tried
She placed another kiss on his lips "I forgive you "
"Thank you" He sighed knowing at least he had one Weasley back on his team. Even if it wasn't the one he really wanted. While the girl's fawned over him, Harry silently was hating himself. Each time he looked over at Ron he got more and more depressed, seeing Ron almost to the point of tears. It killed him.
"Ron you all right?"
The red head gave a tiny sniffle "Yeah . . . I'm ok"
Hermione wrapped her arms around him "It's all right it's not like Harry's gonna die or anything Madame Pomfrey said he'd be back in the game tomorrow"
Harry lowered his head. That had to be the worst thing to say now.
"Is that why . . . ?" Ron scoffed. He couldn't believe it once again. Shunned. Pushed to the side. Ignored. "All hail" He shouted waking poor Neville who'd fallen down one of the staircases "Our ' Famous Harry Potter ' is safe I can fucking die happy" Without another word he left the room. Hermione looked down at Harry and then ran after him
"Ron" She called
"Get the fuck off of me" He snapped as their footsteps descended down the hall. Harry took a deep breath and slumped back down on his pillow. This was all because of him, and now seeing as he didn't meet Malfoy he could just hear the chant of Weasley is our Queen growing louder and louder and hear the students shouting Fairy Harry at him as he walked down the hall.
"Ohhh" He groaned holding his head and stomach
"What's the matter?" Ginny asked
"Gin it should be about time for everyone to get to their common rooms. You go on, and I'll see you early tomorrow tell the team to meet me on the field at 6:30 a.m. for practice ok?"
"Are you sure? I mean you haven't eaten do you want me to get you some food?" She asked
"I'm fine Gin . . . Really I just really need some sleep"
She bent down and kissed his lips softly "All right then see you in the morning" She smiled then looked over at Neville "Sorry Neville" She apologized and left.
Harry turned over and sighed. He couldn't sleep and apparently neither could Neville. Because the no longer chubby, much taller and more handsome (though non the less, clumsier or forgetful) Neville shuffled over and sat on the bed near Harry. The two had become really good friends over the last few years. With Harry helping him out after classes and before and after Quidditch practices, Neville's wizarding skills surpassed anyone's expectations.
"Hello Harry" He yawned in his slightly deeper voice. Harry turned over to face the young man all thought to be a squib at one point.
"Hey Neville" Harry said gloomily. Noticing that even though Neville came from a wizarding family he still wore muggle braces.
"I see you and Ginny are still going out" He said in a sort of sad tone
Harry groaned at that comment "Uh . . . Yeah"
"Besides you're Gryffindor Quidditch captain second year in a row"
Another groan "Yeah"
"And you're the best wizard out there I mean how you took on He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named six times!"
A longer more painful groan "Neville"
But Neville continued "You've got the smartest witch in the school as your best friend. And one of the best Keepers on your team and as your friend"
"Just"
"And you're not happy?" He asked
"I'm . . . " Harry tried to lie but he just couldn't "No"
"Because you're gay" Neville pointed out in a hushed tone
Harry was silent for a very long time. He just couldn't believe it anymore. His life was officially falling apart. For Neville the minutes passed by like hours. But for Harry they passed like day's. Finally after what seemed forever he finally spoke"Is it that obvious?" He asked his voice seeming to break
"Not really" Neville admitted you hide it really well"
Harry scoffed "Thanks" He sniffled
"It's nothing to be ashamed of" He comforted "Besides I didn't tell and I won't"
"Thanks" He said sitting up. His voice cracking. He lay his head in his hand's. Tears of shame filling his palms.
"Harry Mate" Neville said trying to cheer him up "It.. It's not the end of the world" Though He knew how it was for wizards who came out. He now wished he hadn't said anything. "I'm sorry Harry"
"It's not . . . Just don't . . . Just . . . " He couldn't even form sentences anymore. He was at a loss. And he didn't know what to do. Neville put an arm around him. Trying to comfort him. It did nothing. Slow footsteps loomed in the distance coming closer and closer. Then there was that too familiar snort of superiority. Quickly Harry wiped his eye's and lied back. Neville sat up straight and coughed nervously. He closed the doors behind him. And walked up to the bed in his trademark cock strut. Making his way over to where Harry lie.
"Longbottom out!" Draco ordered
"What?! No"
"I'm Head boy you do what I say now!" Draco ordered once more
"I don't care if you're"
"Neville do what he says . . . please" Harry groaned
Looking at his forlorn friend he didn't go immediately "Better listen to Fairy . . . I mean Harry" Malfoy snickered
Glaring at the blonde, he left. And Harry turned away.
"Nice way to try and get out of our deal Potter" He said gently running his fingers through the still untidy hair. "But you're only hurting yourself" He grabbed his hair and yanked his head back so that his piercing gray eyes burned into Harry's emerald green ones "And I'm about to hurt you . . . your rep that is"
"Malfoy" Harry said in a quivering voice
"But" He said in a softer voice tracing the young man's jaw with his finger "I'm willing to give you another chance Potty isn't that gracious of me?" He asked. When he got no response he yanked back further and asked again. "I said isn't that gracious of me Potter?!" He nearly screeched
"I can't breathe" Harry choked out. Having his head pulled back so far was cutting off his air supply.
Angrily Draco let him go "What do you say Potty? Want another shot?"
"What do I have to do?" He asked clenching his teeth and sitting up. Draco took his hand and brought it downwards toward his pants. Gently moving it back and forth. Draco let out a soft moan.
"Like that Potter?" He gasped softly. Trying to pull his hand away Draco grabbed his wrist "Don't"
"What do you want me to do?"
They both heard Madame Pomfrey's fast paced walking and Malfoy let his hand go as she entered the room.
"Mr. Malfoy" She said "What are you doing here Dumbledore called for all students to go to their dormitories 15 minutes ago"
"Oh I know Madame Pomfrey" He said "Just came to see if Fairy I mean Harry was ok I mean I saw him fly into the goal post. Rough landing Potter" He said "I do hope you're ok"
"I'm fine Malfoy" He said. Teeth still clenched.
"Great then you wouldn't mind coming to my dorm tomorrow to help me with those tricky secret keeping spells each time I do one my partner ends up blurting out secrets" He uttered deviously "Say after dinner. You don't have Quidditch practice, do you?"
"Yeah" Harry instantly said
"Really? I thought Hufflepuff was scheduled for tomorrow evening . . . was I mistaken?" He hissed
Harry swallowed hard "Oh . . . yeah m must've slipped my mind" He chuckled weakly
"Great then I'll see you then" He said. But the look in his eyes meant. Or Else. "G'night Madame Pomfrey oh and feel better Harry" He smiled that superior smile once again and strutted out. Both he and Madame Pomfrey watched him go. Harry sighed heavily as Madame Pomfrey came over to check him out.
"Since when have you and Mr. Malfoy been friends?" She asked
It took him a few minutes to find his tongue "Uh . . . He, he's n not so bad once you get to know him"
"Hmm" Was how she responded "Still a little bastard like his father" She grumbled "Well I suppose if you can find the good but . . . you'll stay here for tonight Potter you can go in the morning"
"Ok" He said lying back
She shuffled back to the door and cut out the candles leaving only one. "Get some sleep Potter" She suggested
All Harry did was nod. Knowing, he wouldn't get any sleep that night. Not even if he tried.