Forever by Alliance Webb
Chapter Eighteen
Consciousness
disclamier: Harry Potter and it's characters are not mine (I do own Kyle - she's strictly my creation).
It was Monday and Oliver was sitting in his 7th years advanced potions class along with the highly advanced Kyle. Draco still hadn't come to and things were looking grim. Professor Snape stood in the front of the room writing an assignment on the chalkboard when Madame Hood ran in.
"He's awake! He's awake, Professor, Mr.Malfoy has woken!" she shouted with her shrill voice.
Professor Snape immediately dropped what he was doing and Kyle stood up as well. Kyle ran out and Professor Snape was about to follow but stopped when he realized he could not leave his class unattended.
"I've got it, Professor," Oliver stood.
"Aren't you coming?" he asked quickly.
"No, I've got it," he replied and took the place at the front of the classroom.
"Well, Mr.Malfoy, I've a class to tend to, I'll allow Miss LePorvre to stay and fill you in," he smiled again to Kyle.
"Thanks Professor," Draco waved goodbye to his professor and friend and looked at Kyle. "Boy does it feel good to be alone with you," he winced as he moved himself up his pillow. "Tell me what happened while I was out - did Father come in?" he asked.
Kyle had jumped to her feet as he moved and was flattening his pillow. "He had business to tend to," she said softly.
"Mother?" he questioned.
"She was visiting The States," she gave him a comforting smile.
"I guess you and Severus were the only ones worried," he sighed.
"Oliver Wood was here too, he's such a great person, Draco- and I believe-" she started.
"He doesn't, he just felt obligated I'm sure - it was his boyfriend who nearly killed me after all," he hissed.
She stood up offended. "Once you stop feeling sorry for yourself and decided you want to listen, I'll consider telling you more," she scolded.
Draco grabbed her arm. "Kyle, no, please. I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you, it's just-" he tried.
"Compli- em-cated, oui, that's what he said," she rolled her eyes. "You both to do - what do you say? Grow up," she said annoyed. "I must go, I'll be back after lunch," she sighed kissing him on the cheek.
Draco stared at the wall for about an hour thinking. 'Why had Oliver come? Surely he doesn't care about me anymore,' his thoughts were interrupted when Professor Snape walked in the door.
"Oh, thank the gods, Professor - I need homework - something - I can't stare at this wall any longer," he pleaded.
Professor Snape nodded, understanding. "Tell me first, my boy, how are you feeling?" "Alright I guess," he sighed. "Professor, do you believe in true love?" "Certainly," he replied.
"Really?" Draco responded, not expecting that answer.
"Of course, only fools don't believe it, besides, I've seen it before," he nodded. He looked at the clock. "Oh my, I have to get to class again," he spoke. "I have a few first year Gryffindors to make cry. I'll send a tutor for you," he replied and walked out the door.
For another hour he stared at the wall, Kyle was probably looking at the flowers again, she was immensely fascinated by flowers and would stare for hours on end looking at a single blossom.
He was again interrupted from his thoughts when he heard something shuffling outside the door. He saw a figure step in front of the door then turn and pace back. "Oliver?" he questioned. The beautiful face peeked around the edge of the door making Draco smile.
Oliver walked in carrying some boos. "Professor Snape sent me," he said quickly swallowing hard. He sat down and began flipping through the fourth year potions book.
"Actually," Draco began placing his hand on top of the book. "I was hoping you could answer some transfigurations questions for me," his eyes met Oliver's.
Oliver heart raced. His breath went short and his voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Draco, I'm sorry, I thought it would bring you back - it did - but - I'm really sorry," he said it all in one breath.
Draco listened to him carefully and nodded. "The gods have a sense of humor." "I don't love him, I love you, only you, he used me I think, he knew the pictures would be taken - I was scared, Draco, afraid I'd never see you again. I promised the gods I'd do it if they brought you back, my pride is the only thing I had left. I'd give anything for you-" he tried.
Draco reached down and grabbed Oliver's face. He carried it in his palms to his face and their lips pressed together. As Oliver stood a tear of joy ran down his cheek.
Kyle walked quickly through the halls, she had looked at the flowers again and was late to visit Draco. She cursed herself and prayed he wouldn't be angry. She reached the hospital wing and looked in. She smiled at what she saw. Oliver was sitting in Draco's bed and a book lay across their laps. He smiled as he showed Draco what he had missed. Kyle took a step back, smiling.
"It seems," Professor Snape walked up behind her. "Some rotten, scheming professor assigned Oliver to be Draco's tutor," he smiled at her.
She blushed. She had been talking with him a great deal lately and she found him wonderful. He offered an arm to her and she accepted. They turned and walked away, closing the door behind them.
a/n: The moment you've really been waiting for - will it turn out for the best in the end?
please review
disclamier: Harry Potter and it's characters are not mine (I do own Kyle - she's strictly my creation).
It was Monday and Oliver was sitting in his 7th years advanced potions class along with the highly advanced Kyle. Draco still hadn't come to and things were looking grim. Professor Snape stood in the front of the room writing an assignment on the chalkboard when Madame Hood ran in.
"He's awake! He's awake, Professor, Mr.Malfoy has woken!" she shouted with her shrill voice.
Professor Snape immediately dropped what he was doing and Kyle stood up as well. Kyle ran out and Professor Snape was about to follow but stopped when he realized he could not leave his class unattended.
"I've got it, Professor," Oliver stood.
"Aren't you coming?" he asked quickly.
"No, I've got it," he replied and took the place at the front of the classroom.
"Well, Mr.Malfoy, I've a class to tend to, I'll allow Miss LePorvre to stay and fill you in," he smiled again to Kyle.
"Thanks Professor," Draco waved goodbye to his professor and friend and looked at Kyle. "Boy does it feel good to be alone with you," he winced as he moved himself up his pillow. "Tell me what happened while I was out - did Father come in?" he asked.
Kyle had jumped to her feet as he moved and was flattening his pillow. "He had business to tend to," she said softly.
"Mother?" he questioned.
"She was visiting The States," she gave him a comforting smile.
"I guess you and Severus were the only ones worried," he sighed.
"Oliver Wood was here too, he's such a great person, Draco- and I believe-" she started.
"He doesn't, he just felt obligated I'm sure - it was his boyfriend who nearly killed me after all," he hissed.
She stood up offended. "Once you stop feeling sorry for yourself and decided you want to listen, I'll consider telling you more," she scolded.
Draco grabbed her arm. "Kyle, no, please. I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you, it's just-" he tried.
"Compli- em-cated, oui, that's what he said," she rolled her eyes. "You both to do - what do you say? Grow up," she said annoyed. "I must go, I'll be back after lunch," she sighed kissing him on the cheek.
Draco stared at the wall for about an hour thinking. 'Why had Oliver come? Surely he doesn't care about me anymore,' his thoughts were interrupted when Professor Snape walked in the door.
"Oh, thank the gods, Professor - I need homework - something - I can't stare at this wall any longer," he pleaded.
Professor Snape nodded, understanding. "Tell me first, my boy, how are you feeling?" "Alright I guess," he sighed. "Professor, do you believe in true love?" "Certainly," he replied.
"Really?" Draco responded, not expecting that answer.
"Of course, only fools don't believe it, besides, I've seen it before," he nodded. He looked at the clock. "Oh my, I have to get to class again," he spoke. "I have a few first year Gryffindors to make cry. I'll send a tutor for you," he replied and walked out the door.
For another hour he stared at the wall, Kyle was probably looking at the flowers again, she was immensely fascinated by flowers and would stare for hours on end looking at a single blossom.
He was again interrupted from his thoughts when he heard something shuffling outside the door. He saw a figure step in front of the door then turn and pace back. "Oliver?" he questioned. The beautiful face peeked around the edge of the door making Draco smile.
Oliver walked in carrying some boos. "Professor Snape sent me," he said quickly swallowing hard. He sat down and began flipping through the fourth year potions book.
"Actually," Draco began placing his hand on top of the book. "I was hoping you could answer some transfigurations questions for me," his eyes met Oliver's.
Oliver heart raced. His breath went short and his voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Draco, I'm sorry, I thought it would bring you back - it did - but - I'm really sorry," he said it all in one breath.
Draco listened to him carefully and nodded. "The gods have a sense of humor." "I don't love him, I love you, only you, he used me I think, he knew the pictures would be taken - I was scared, Draco, afraid I'd never see you again. I promised the gods I'd do it if they brought you back, my pride is the only thing I had left. I'd give anything for you-" he tried.
Draco reached down and grabbed Oliver's face. He carried it in his palms to his face and their lips pressed together. As Oliver stood a tear of joy ran down his cheek.
Kyle walked quickly through the halls, she had looked at the flowers again and was late to visit Draco. She cursed herself and prayed he wouldn't be angry. She reached the hospital wing and looked in. She smiled at what she saw. Oliver was sitting in Draco's bed and a book lay across their laps. He smiled as he showed Draco what he had missed. Kyle took a step back, smiling.
"It seems," Professor Snape walked up behind her. "Some rotten, scheming professor assigned Oliver to be Draco's tutor," he smiled at her.
She blushed. She had been talking with him a great deal lately and she found him wonderful. He offered an arm to her and she accepted. They turned and walked away, closing the door behind them.
a/n: The moment you've really been waiting for - will it turn out for the best in the end?
please review