~I'll Be Here~
Madam Pomfrey walked over to a nearby cabinet and took out a few vials; one hazy blue, one a deep maroon, and one turquoise.
Harry moved down a little from Draco's side giving Pomfrey some room, but he still clutched his hand not wanting to move any further. The witch eyed Harry a little suspiciously and looked to be thinking. If she came to a conclusion, she made no effort to comment.
Pomfrey set the potions beside the bed on a small table and turned to Draco, "I need you to try and sit up a little." Her voice was almost normal, except Draco could still hear a bit of sadness mixed within. Her eyes were hidden behind a glazed mask. She looked like she was hiding something.
Harry moved to the other side of the bed putting his hands around Draco's shoulders. Draco winced in pain and fought back the urge to scream as his muscles ached and his joints stiffened.
Pomfrey was giving Draco a sympathy look. He hated it; he didn't like people feeling sorry for him. If you can't change something why feel sorry?
Pomfrey handed him the blue vile, "Here, this should help numb the pain."
Draco's eyes watered as his muscles burned when he reached for the potion and touched it to his lips. He tilted the vile upward and let the liquid slide down his throat. The bitterness touched his tongue and Draco only barely managed to keep it down.
As soon as the potion was down a relaxing feeling washed over him. All though the pain was still there it did in fact go numb and wasn't so sharp.
Pomfrey nodded in approval that the potion worked so fast. She picked up the maroon vile, "This should help your migraines."
Draco once again put the vile to his lips and gulped it down. Not only did this one taste bitter, but it also tasted salty. His throat was becoming awfully dry.
Harry must have saw the weird expression on his face from the taste because out of the corner of his eye Draco saw him point his wand at the last potion. Pomfrey didn't look like she noticed either.
Pomfrey handed Draco the last potion, "Now this one will cause your muscles to tighten up and might cause some discomfort which is why I gave you the numbing potion first. It's suppose to help determine exactly which... uh... ailment you have."
Draco only nodded taking the potion, wondering what Harry had done to it. He drank it like the other two, but instead of the bitter taste he was expecting he tasted something sweet... something... peppermint?
Draco eyed Harry who looked down at him innocently. His green eyes reflected into gray, but Harry played on with his expression. One of the very few times in his life Draco let a small smile creep upon his lips.
Harry looked back up at Pomfrey, "How long till we know the results?"
"Sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes a day. We should know by tomorrow," she looked down at Draco studying him.
Draco stared up at the two trying to figure out what was going on in their heads.
Pomfrey gave her attention back to Harry, "You already missed most of your class, Mr. Potter. I think you should be getting back. Mr. Malfoy here needs his rest."
Harry gave her a pleading look, "Can I at least stay until my next class?"
Pomfrey looked at the two boys. She felt miserable for Draco and a few minutes wouldn't hurt, "Alright, until next class. That gives you about ten minutes and then you need to leave."
Harry nodded.
"I need to go talk to the Headmaster about this. Luckily, no unknown virus like Mr. Malfoy's here is contagious, but all the same we should check the other students.
"Do you two think you can hold off killing each other while I run off?"
Draco looked up with sarcastic eyes, "I don't know. I might have to just kill Potter for breathing. I mean he is right there sucking up all the air."
Pomfrey gave a half smile, "Just like your father." She slowly shook her head and walked out of the doors.
Draco let out a yawn, "S-So t-tired."
Harry looked down at the sick Slytherin with concern, "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, but not in so much pain now."
Harry started to blush slightly and began to fidget. He looked rather nervous to Draco.
"Draco," Harry started but closed his mouth.
Draco looked up at the restless Gryffindor giving him his full attention.
"Well... I... I wanted to ask," Harry paused.
"Ask what?"
"I wanted to ask about... about that... kiss," Harry was blushing furiously.
Draco's stomach knotted, but he forced his voice to keep calm and stay in one vocal range, "What about it?"
"Well... what did it mean?
Draco sighed giving Harry the truth, "Honestly, I don't know." He wasn't one to openly admit he had feelings for him. It was too un-Draco like.
"Oh," Harry looked down his cheeks still red, "because Hermione and even Ron were suggesting that I liked you and... well... vice versa. And even though I denied it, here I am, kissing Draco Malfoy."
Draco smirked, "So I'm 'You-Know-Who'."
"Well... yeah... wait," Harry looked up, "How did you know?!"
"I have my ways, Potter."
Harry let a small smile pass his lips, "So now we're back to Potter?"
"Harry," Draco corrected.
Harry nodded. Draco let a hiss of pain escape his lips as the numbing potion fought with his tightening muscles.
"Pain?" Harry asked.
"No," Draco said holding back another scream.
"I'm surprised Pomfrey didn't give you a sleeping potion."
Draco looked up at him and smirked, "Think about that for a second."
"What?"
"You can't drink a sleeping potion right after a numbing potion! Don't you pay attention in Snape's class?"
"I guess not."
Draco gave a frustrated sigh, "If you drink a sleeping potion right after a numbing potion your muscles will relax so much your heart will stop."
Harry looked surprised, "I guess that's good to know."
"Yes, that would be a nice bit of knowledge to know wouldn't it?"
"Sure."
Draco's face twisted in pain as the potion made its way down to his already sore back. His muscles tightened and he couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips.
Harry looked concerned, "You ok?"
"Yeah," Draco paused to catch his breath, "Just my back." He slowly turned onto his stomach causing a great deal of pain to his body. He turned his head to Harry's direction but closed his eyes.
The slow sliding of the cloth of his robes drifted up his back. Draco opened his eyes and stared at Harry, "What are you doing?"
"Just relax," Harry smiled.
Draco looked up at him, skeptical.
Harry eyed him, "Close your eyes and relax."
"Don't order me around," Draco grumbled.
"You aren't in a good position to argue. Now shut your eyes before I curse them closed," Harry added a bit more forcefully.
Draco sneered at him; old habits were hard to break, but he shut his eyes and relaxed into the pillow. Delicate, but talented hands ran over the lower part of his back. Slight pressure was applied and Draco stifled back a moan of pleasure. It felt so good on his aching muscles. The hands roamed right above the rim of his pants to up toward his neck keeping in slow, steady circles.
Harry's hands worked along Draco's spine and up toward his shoulders. Relaxation spread throughout Draco as the hands crept back down to his lower back. It helped a lot and his muscles felt like relief was washing over them. He couldn't help it, but a slight moan escaped from deep in his throat. Harry smiled to himself. He 'accidentally' slid a finger under the elastic of Draco's pants sending a shiver up the Slytherin's spine.
Draco felt himself start to totally relax. The pain subsided in his back and now all he could focus on was the touch of Harry's hands. They slowly paced up and down his back stopping at certain points to relieve a knot in his muscles. Slow circles traced up his spine and over his neck. Harry's touch was so soft and it drove Draco crazy. He thanked God that he was lying on his stomach; fore there was a tightness in his pants that would have embarrassed him otherwise.
Harry slowly moved his hands, brushing his fingertips over the milky smooth skin. He started working down the outer sides of Draco's back until he got just below the ribcage. Draco's body gave a little jump as his fingertips brushed over the side of his stomach. Harry gave a puzzled look and did it again getting the same results.
"Cut it out!" Draco murmured from the pillow.
"Are you... ticklish?" Harry's eyes were full of amusement.
"No!" Draco protested.
Harry brushed the side of Draco's stomach once more, and again the boy's body jerked, "Stop!"
Harry laughed, "You're ticklish! Draco Malfoy is ticklish!"
Draco grumbled, "Got a problem about it?"
Harry continued to laugh, "No, it's just funny!"
"And why is that?" Draco said opening his eyes and staring up at Harry. His eyes were turning forest green with amusement.
"Well, because I never thought you would be! Like I said, it's just funny!"
"Ha ha," Draco sneered. He laid his head back down and closed his eyes again.
Harry continued to smile as he wove his hands back up the incredibly smooth skin. He felt Draco going completely relaxed underneath him.
Draco was trying hard just to stay awake. His mind began to drift toward other things. Nothing really stayed in thought as a few unimportant images played through his closed eyelids. A few past Christmas's, the first time he rode on a broom, his first Quidditch game. Nothing really, just simple things you remember in your life. His mind grew tired and his eyes felt heavy.
"Draco?" Harry whispered.
"Mmm," Draco hummed half asleep.
"I have to go. I'll try to visit you later tonight."
"Mm-hmm," Draco hummed again not really paying attention.
Harry lowered Draco's robes back down. He walked over toward the door and turned around.
Draco rested his arms over his head. Harry watched as his breathing slowly faded to a rhythmic pattern. Harry sighed, pushed open the door, and walked out leaving Draco in peace.
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Author's Note: Question- One of my friends and I were wondering if how you write reflects how old you are or is it just how creative you can be. And does it differ from year to year? So I'm taking a poll since nobody knows exactly how old I am. According to my writing, how old do you think I am? It's just a question; you do not have to answer it if you do not wish to.
Madam Pomfrey walked over to a nearby cabinet and took out a few vials; one hazy blue, one a deep maroon, and one turquoise.
Harry moved down a little from Draco's side giving Pomfrey some room, but he still clutched his hand not wanting to move any further. The witch eyed Harry a little suspiciously and looked to be thinking. If she came to a conclusion, she made no effort to comment.
Pomfrey set the potions beside the bed on a small table and turned to Draco, "I need you to try and sit up a little." Her voice was almost normal, except Draco could still hear a bit of sadness mixed within. Her eyes were hidden behind a glazed mask. She looked like she was hiding something.
Harry moved to the other side of the bed putting his hands around Draco's shoulders. Draco winced in pain and fought back the urge to scream as his muscles ached and his joints stiffened.
Pomfrey was giving Draco a sympathy look. He hated it; he didn't like people feeling sorry for him. If you can't change something why feel sorry?
Pomfrey handed him the blue vile, "Here, this should help numb the pain."
Draco's eyes watered as his muscles burned when he reached for the potion and touched it to his lips. He tilted the vile upward and let the liquid slide down his throat. The bitterness touched his tongue and Draco only barely managed to keep it down.
As soon as the potion was down a relaxing feeling washed over him. All though the pain was still there it did in fact go numb and wasn't so sharp.
Pomfrey nodded in approval that the potion worked so fast. She picked up the maroon vile, "This should help your migraines."
Draco once again put the vile to his lips and gulped it down. Not only did this one taste bitter, but it also tasted salty. His throat was becoming awfully dry.
Harry must have saw the weird expression on his face from the taste because out of the corner of his eye Draco saw him point his wand at the last potion. Pomfrey didn't look like she noticed either.
Pomfrey handed Draco the last potion, "Now this one will cause your muscles to tighten up and might cause some discomfort which is why I gave you the numbing potion first. It's suppose to help determine exactly which... uh... ailment you have."
Draco only nodded taking the potion, wondering what Harry had done to it. He drank it like the other two, but instead of the bitter taste he was expecting he tasted something sweet... something... peppermint?
Draco eyed Harry who looked down at him innocently. His green eyes reflected into gray, but Harry played on with his expression. One of the very few times in his life Draco let a small smile creep upon his lips.
Harry looked back up at Pomfrey, "How long till we know the results?"
"Sometimes it takes an hour, sometimes a day. We should know by tomorrow," she looked down at Draco studying him.
Draco stared up at the two trying to figure out what was going on in their heads.
Pomfrey gave her attention back to Harry, "You already missed most of your class, Mr. Potter. I think you should be getting back. Mr. Malfoy here needs his rest."
Harry gave her a pleading look, "Can I at least stay until my next class?"
Pomfrey looked at the two boys. She felt miserable for Draco and a few minutes wouldn't hurt, "Alright, until next class. That gives you about ten minutes and then you need to leave."
Harry nodded.
"I need to go talk to the Headmaster about this. Luckily, no unknown virus like Mr. Malfoy's here is contagious, but all the same we should check the other students.
"Do you two think you can hold off killing each other while I run off?"
Draco looked up with sarcastic eyes, "I don't know. I might have to just kill Potter for breathing. I mean he is right there sucking up all the air."
Pomfrey gave a half smile, "Just like your father." She slowly shook her head and walked out of the doors.
Draco let out a yawn, "S-So t-tired."
Harry looked down at the sick Slytherin with concern, "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, but not in so much pain now."
Harry started to blush slightly and began to fidget. He looked rather nervous to Draco.
"Draco," Harry started but closed his mouth.
Draco looked up at the restless Gryffindor giving him his full attention.
"Well... I... I wanted to ask," Harry paused.
"Ask what?"
"I wanted to ask about... about that... kiss," Harry was blushing furiously.
Draco's stomach knotted, but he forced his voice to keep calm and stay in one vocal range, "What about it?"
"Well... what did it mean?
Draco sighed giving Harry the truth, "Honestly, I don't know." He wasn't one to openly admit he had feelings for him. It was too un-Draco like.
"Oh," Harry looked down his cheeks still red, "because Hermione and even Ron were suggesting that I liked you and... well... vice versa. And even though I denied it, here I am, kissing Draco Malfoy."
Draco smirked, "So I'm 'You-Know-Who'."
"Well... yeah... wait," Harry looked up, "How did you know?!"
"I have my ways, Potter."
Harry let a small smile pass his lips, "So now we're back to Potter?"
"Harry," Draco corrected.
Harry nodded. Draco let a hiss of pain escape his lips as the numbing potion fought with his tightening muscles.
"Pain?" Harry asked.
"No," Draco said holding back another scream.
"I'm surprised Pomfrey didn't give you a sleeping potion."
Draco looked up at him and smirked, "Think about that for a second."
"What?"
"You can't drink a sleeping potion right after a numbing potion! Don't you pay attention in Snape's class?"
"I guess not."
Draco gave a frustrated sigh, "If you drink a sleeping potion right after a numbing potion your muscles will relax so much your heart will stop."
Harry looked surprised, "I guess that's good to know."
"Yes, that would be a nice bit of knowledge to know wouldn't it?"
"Sure."
Draco's face twisted in pain as the potion made its way down to his already sore back. His muscles tightened and he couldn't help the yelp that escaped his lips.
Harry looked concerned, "You ok?"
"Yeah," Draco paused to catch his breath, "Just my back." He slowly turned onto his stomach causing a great deal of pain to his body. He turned his head to Harry's direction but closed his eyes.
The slow sliding of the cloth of his robes drifted up his back. Draco opened his eyes and stared at Harry, "What are you doing?"
"Just relax," Harry smiled.
Draco looked up at him, skeptical.
Harry eyed him, "Close your eyes and relax."
"Don't order me around," Draco grumbled.
"You aren't in a good position to argue. Now shut your eyes before I curse them closed," Harry added a bit more forcefully.
Draco sneered at him; old habits were hard to break, but he shut his eyes and relaxed into the pillow. Delicate, but talented hands ran over the lower part of his back. Slight pressure was applied and Draco stifled back a moan of pleasure. It felt so good on his aching muscles. The hands roamed right above the rim of his pants to up toward his neck keeping in slow, steady circles.
Harry's hands worked along Draco's spine and up toward his shoulders. Relaxation spread throughout Draco as the hands crept back down to his lower back. It helped a lot and his muscles felt like relief was washing over them. He couldn't help it, but a slight moan escaped from deep in his throat. Harry smiled to himself. He 'accidentally' slid a finger under the elastic of Draco's pants sending a shiver up the Slytherin's spine.
Draco felt himself start to totally relax. The pain subsided in his back and now all he could focus on was the touch of Harry's hands. They slowly paced up and down his back stopping at certain points to relieve a knot in his muscles. Slow circles traced up his spine and over his neck. Harry's touch was so soft and it drove Draco crazy. He thanked God that he was lying on his stomach; fore there was a tightness in his pants that would have embarrassed him otherwise.
Harry slowly moved his hands, brushing his fingertips over the milky smooth skin. He started working down the outer sides of Draco's back until he got just below the ribcage. Draco's body gave a little jump as his fingertips brushed over the side of his stomach. Harry gave a puzzled look and did it again getting the same results.
"Cut it out!" Draco murmured from the pillow.
"Are you... ticklish?" Harry's eyes were full of amusement.
"No!" Draco protested.
Harry brushed the side of Draco's stomach once more, and again the boy's body jerked, "Stop!"
Harry laughed, "You're ticklish! Draco Malfoy is ticklish!"
Draco grumbled, "Got a problem about it?"
Harry continued to laugh, "No, it's just funny!"
"And why is that?" Draco said opening his eyes and staring up at Harry. His eyes were turning forest green with amusement.
"Well, because I never thought you would be! Like I said, it's just funny!"
"Ha ha," Draco sneered. He laid his head back down and closed his eyes again.
Harry continued to smile as he wove his hands back up the incredibly smooth skin. He felt Draco going completely relaxed underneath him.
Draco was trying hard just to stay awake. His mind began to drift toward other things. Nothing really stayed in thought as a few unimportant images played through his closed eyelids. A few past Christmas's, the first time he rode on a broom, his first Quidditch game. Nothing really, just simple things you remember in your life. His mind grew tired and his eyes felt heavy.
"Draco?" Harry whispered.
"Mmm," Draco hummed half asleep.
"I have to go. I'll try to visit you later tonight."
"Mm-hmm," Draco hummed again not really paying attention.
Harry lowered Draco's robes back down. He walked over toward the door and turned around.
Draco rested his arms over his head. Harry watched as his breathing slowly faded to a rhythmic pattern. Harry sighed, pushed open the door, and walked out leaving Draco in peace.
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Author's Note: Question- One of my friends and I were wondering if how you write reflects how old you are or is it just how creative you can be. And does it differ from year to year? So I'm taking a poll since nobody knows exactly how old I am. According to my writing, how old do you think I am? It's just a question; you do not have to answer it if you do not wish to.