Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
Warning- Yes, for the 11th time, this is a damn slash.
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Chapter 11: Bedridden
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I wake up warm, comfy and…someones arms around me!! I shoot up and my stomach begins to ache. Oh. Right. I'm in Potter's bed. The sheets are pulled so no one can see this horrible picture this paints. And who in there right mind would want to see this? ()
I lay back down and huff. Potter snuggles closer and puts his arm back around me. I pull it off and turn so I don't face the bloody wanker. I yank the covers back on me and squeeze my eyes shut. I wish this weekend would go faster!
Some one pulls the sheet across the bed and I freeze. I look up at Weasel. His eyes are big and his face is as red as his stupid red hair. "This is so wrong." He says, shaking his head.
Potter slowly awakens and sits up. His brown hair is less messy as it is when he's out of bed. That's quite strange. "Morning, Ron." He grumbles. He looks down at me. He groans. "I forgot you where here."
"You didn't seem to forget when you had your arm around me. What did you think I was? Your stuffed animal?" I shoot at him.
Potter sighs. "Draco, Not now. It's too damn early for your shenanigans." He says.
Weasley raises an eyebrow. "Ok, first I find you in the same bed snuggling and now your on a first-name basis. What's next? You two shag in a classroom?" He jokes.
Potter laughs uneasily. "Like that would EVER happen." He says. I mentally roll my eyes. You're a damn moron, Potter.
Weasley grins. "Well, Hermione and I are heading down to breakfast. Care to join, Harry." He asks, stressing Potter's name. I roll my eyes and brush my hair away from my eyes.
"Like I would want to hang out with the poor or a Mudblood." I snap.
Weasley glares at me and I just glare back. Potter looks over at me and frowns. "Sorry, Ron. I'd better stay here just in case Malfoy needs something." He says. I grin. Potter's my new bitch. I love it.
"That's right, Pott…er I mean Harry. I'm a guest in your shitty Dormitory. I think you need to stay here and be a nice host." I sneer.
Potter glares at me. "I think I'll go, Ron." He growls, glaring at me. He climbs out of bed and I notice he's shirtless. I notice his scars.
"Where did you get them scars?" I ask.
Potter tenses. "Defending your arse from the dark ones." He snaps. I examine his face. Its scared.
"Bollocks." I say under my breath but no one caught it. Potter slips on his glasses and takes off to the loo.
Weasel looks down at me. "Can we trust you not to do anything stupid?" He asks.
I roll my eyes. "What am I gonna do with stitches in my fucking stomach?" I snap.
Granger comes up and kisses Weasel on the cheek. I make a gagging sound. Mudblood glares at me. "I forgot you where here." She says, unenthused. I smile.
Potter comes out, dressed and smiling. "Ready?" He asks. The two dorks nod. Potter turns to me. "Want me to bring you back some breakfast?"
I nod. "Sure." I say.
Potter smiles, winks and the three Gryffindorks leave.
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"DRACOOOOOOOOO!" I hear at the bottom of the stairs. I smile. Pansy found me and it's still Saturday. I'm proud of her.
"I'm up here, Pans." I call to her.
I hear her feet, skipping up the stairs. Then I see her at the doorway. She grins and runs over to me and kisses me fully on the lips. She releases me. "I was SO worried about you, Drakey!" She says. "What the bloody hell happened?"
"Weasel attacked me. The only way I could of stopped him was to use my stomach to stop him." I lie.
She gasps. "Oh my Merlin! Are you ok?!" She asks. I pull off the blanket to show her my stomach. She hisses. "Does it hurt?"
I scoff. "That was a dumb question, you bloody wanker. Of course! But when Potter pulled the wand out of my stomach, I didn't even yell. I took it like the man that I am." I say.
"Aw, you poor thing. Your so tough." She says. She climbs into bed and snuggles close. "Potter's downstairs. He figured you'd want to see me."
I mentally roll my eyes. Yeah, Pansy. Just keep thinking that. I'd rather see Potter. NO! Bad. I want to see Blaize. Yeah Blaize. I begin to play with her black hair. "Sadly, Potter and I are on a first-name basis. Now I have to refer to him as 'Harry.'" I say. Pansy shudders.
"First you shag and now your on first names. I'll tell you what, I hate this bloody change." She says.
I shrug. "It's not as bad as you think." I admit.
She looks over at me in disgust. "Your kidding right, Draco? I mean, It's Potter for fucks sake! You can't actually ENJOY being with him!" She fights.
I kiss her lips softly. "I hate to admit it, but I kinda do." I say.
"What happened to avenging your father?"
"I'm taking a break on that plan."
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I've been so busy. With the holidays coming up and then the everyday drama, it's been idiotic around here. Please don't be pissed. I haven't written up any new chapter for the sequel. When I get on x-mas break, I promise that I'll update more. Oh and sappiness will wear away. Trust me. It gets back to the crude and violence. By the end of the next chapter it will be back to normal. (Grins) Whelp, I've got other things to update. Later!!
()Who WOULDN'T want to see that?!