~Just To Be With You~
Darkness filled his vision and pain tore through his mind. Slowly, consciousness came back and he became aware of certain things around him. The air smelled of various potions and strangely of apple; green apple. It was then he found he was half sitting up.
Something warm was pressed against his back, and around his waist. He couldn't open his eyes and he didn't dare move. His body tensed as a snakelike pressure moved against his stomach. Draco slowly forced his eyelids up and allowed his eyes to adjust to the dark. He stared down at his abdomen; an arm was curled around his body. This startled Draco, but he forced himself not to jump. He slowly turned his head to the right trying to see behind him. A sleeping face appeared just above eyelevel; his head a wild bush of dark hair. Draco was leaning against Harry.
Draco was shocked to say the least, 'What the fuck is he doing here?!'
Harry moved unconsciously in his sleep. His hand draped over Draco's stomach making him shiver. A slight tingling feeling was gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Draco shifted his weight a little feeling a bit weird. A small mew sound came from Harry and he breathed deeply. His eyes popped open and scanned down. His eyes met Draco's and he smiled.
"Hi," he whispered.
"What are you doing here?" Draco murmured.
"I must have fell asleep."
"Well that's apparent," though Draco was being sarcastic it lacked the usual malice, "I mean how did you fall asleep here?"
"You passed out when me and Madam Pomfrey tried to get you to drink a potion. So I had to pour it into your mouth and she used her wand to make you swallow it. You kept shaking really badly," Harry's voice trailed off, "I was scared."
Draco watched Harry as his eyes grew intense. Harry took a deep breath and continued.
"Madam Pomfrey finally got you to relax and she made me leave right after. It wasn't that late, but I went up to my room until dark then tried to get some sleep. I couldn't, I kept wondering how you were. So when I knew it was late enough for Pomfrey to be sleeping I snuck down here in my invisibility cloak. I sat down in that chair," Harry nodded toward a chair to the right of them, "for awhile making sure you were alright, but you started to become restless. You kept tossing and turning."
Just for Draco's ego's sake, Harry didn't mention that he was also whimpering in his sleep.
"So I sat on the edge of your bed and laid down and you turned over on me and decided to stay put. It seemed to calm you down so I just let you relax. I guess an hour passed and I tried getting up, but you wouldn't let go of me. It was either try to sleep or wake you up; I didn't really want to leave you so I closed my eyes."
"You didn't want to leave me?" Draco raised an eyebrow. The oddest feeling tickled his stomach.
"Uh... well... you know... alone," Harry turned bright red, "You could have started convulsing again."
Draco looked down toward his stomach, "Uh... Harry... did you know that your hand is on my stomach?"
"Oh... uh..." Harry quickly lifted his hand, "Sorry... Must have done that in my sleep."
"No... it's alright I guess... I mean I thought you'd mind... and..." Draco was trying his hardest to say what his conscious was telling him and not what his instincts and old habits told him.
"And what?" Harry slowly replaced his hand back on Draco's stomach unsure, but when Draco didn't flinch away, he relaxed.
"And... uh..." Draco wasn't particularly fond of talking about himself having emotions. It wasn't him. He started yelling at himself.
'How can Harry do this to me? I don't even understand myself anymore! Here I am practically sitting in his lap and I can't put two sentences together! Goddammit!'
"And what?" Harry repeated snapping Draco out of his thoughts.
"And... I guess I just... never had anyone do that before."
"What? Put their arm around you?"
"No... well... I mean... care about me."
"I saw Pansy worry quite a bit over you."
"Yeah... well," Goddammit, he hated talking about these things. But somehow Harry always managed to talk it out of him, "Not like you do."
"Maybe that's because you won't let anyone get close to you."
"There's a reason behind that."
"What?"
Draco looked away, "I'd rather not say."
"Please tell me."
"I don't want to talk about it."
Harry noted the Slytherin go tense on top of him. He nodded and let it go, "Feeling better?"
"You ask that an awful lot."
"Isn't that what you're suppose to ask a sick person?"
"I guess..."
"So, how are you?"
"Better than before. I can't really feel any pain."
"That's good... are... are you worried about the results?" Harry sounded like he was asking a question that had been on his mind all day.
Again, all Draco could be was honest to Harry, "A little."
"You know," Harry paused, "I wasn't lying."
Draco looked up at him confused, "Lying about what?"
"That I will find a cure. I wasn't lying."
"Come on, Harry, no one has found a cure. What makes you think you can?"
"Because I am not gonna let you die. Not on me."
"Harry."
"I'll find one."
Draco sighed inwardly. Talking to him was like talking to Crabbe or Goyle... no... Harry has a brain. Ok, talking to Harry was like talking to a brick wall.
Harry looked down like he just realized something, "How are your parents gonna take this?"
"My parents?" Draco's voice was so full of bitterness and spite that it shocked Harry.
"Well, yeah."
"They wouldn't give a damn."
"I'm sure they would care if you're sick."
Draco gave a disbelieving snort, "Yeah sure. Meet them and then we'll see."
"But..."
"Drop it, Harry. I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't want to talk about a lot of things do you?"
"Some things are best not talked about."
"And some are."
"Drop it!" Draco hissed.
Harry's blood began to rise, but somehow he couldn't get real mad at Draco. It was weird. A week ago he was hexing the boy and now he's holding him in his arms and can't even raise his voice at him. What a fucked up world.
Harry unconsciously began caressing Draco's stomach with his fingers.
Draco looked down at Harry's hand that was creating the weird sensation, "What are you doing?"
"Hm?" Harry asked absently.
Draco nodded toward his stomach. Harry looked down and stopped moving his fingers.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled.
"No... uh... keep... don't stop..."
'Damit!' Draco cursed in his mind, 'How can Harry turn me into a bumbling idiot? I can't believe I just told him not to stop! What the fuck did I say that for?'
/Because you didn't want him to stop./
'Oh, Goddammit, leave me alone.'
/I'm your conscious remember. I can't./
'Fuck off.'
"Draco?" Harry looked down at him.
"What?" Draco turned his attention to Harry.
"Nothing you were just spacing out." Harry moved his arm tighter around Draco. He moved his hand up and down his stomach.
Draco closed his eyes at Harry's touch. It was so soft, so gentle, and it felt so good. He opened his mouth and yawned.
"Tired?" Harry asked.
"Mm-hm," Draco replied.
"Why don't you try to fall asleep?"
"I can't," Draco opened his eyes.
Harry looked confused, "Why not?"
"Because my back is beginning to hurt and I can't get comfortable."
"So turn over."
Draco thought about this for a moment then shifted around. He turned to his right side keeping his face near Harry's neck. Harry wrapped his left arm around Draco's back and began rubbing slow, small circles into his muscles.
"Better?" Harry asked.
"Mm-hm," Draco replied closing his eyes. He yawned and cuddled more into Harry's neck. His left hand resting on Harry's torso.
Harry didn't know if Draco was really being real or if the effects from being tired or sick were taking over. Anyway he looked at it, Draco was not being Draco. Harry couldn't help it, he liked it. He liked this side of Draco. The side he only got to see. It made him feel special.
A week ago he would have never admitted it even though Hermione and Ron were always bugging him. He did feel something for the blond Slytherin. He didn't know exactly what, but it was something. And to think it all started with a game of truth or dare.
So now he lays here with the sick Slytherin on top of his arm. A strange feeling begins to overtake him. For some reason Harry wants to protect Draco; from everyone and everything. Especially this disease.
Harry shifts his arm tighter around Draco and the sleeping boy snuggles closer into Harry. He looks down at him and notes how innocent he looked. Totally different then when he's awake. So strange how he can act one way then completely different the next.
Locks of hair began to fall over Draco's face so Harry brushed them behind his ear. Draco moved even farther into Harry and there was no possible way he could get up now. Harry gave in and shut his eyes. He listened to Draco's soft steady breathing and slowly fell asleep.
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Author's Note: I wrote a really short story while I was bored in study hall at school. It turned out pretty good and I was wondering if you people would like to check it out. It's very short (1,205 words), but I think it turned out very sweet. It's for all you Harry/Draco fans! This is it.
In the Garden
Harry is told to meet in the garden. Something has been bothering his loved one and Harry fears the worst. *Slash* H/D
Darkness filled his vision and pain tore through his mind. Slowly, consciousness came back and he became aware of certain things around him. The air smelled of various potions and strangely of apple; green apple. It was then he found he was half sitting up.
Something warm was pressed against his back, and around his waist. He couldn't open his eyes and he didn't dare move. His body tensed as a snakelike pressure moved against his stomach. Draco slowly forced his eyelids up and allowed his eyes to adjust to the dark. He stared down at his abdomen; an arm was curled around his body. This startled Draco, but he forced himself not to jump. He slowly turned his head to the right trying to see behind him. A sleeping face appeared just above eyelevel; his head a wild bush of dark hair. Draco was leaning against Harry.
Draco was shocked to say the least, 'What the fuck is he doing here?!'
Harry moved unconsciously in his sleep. His hand draped over Draco's stomach making him shiver. A slight tingling feeling was gnawing at the pit of his stomach. Draco shifted his weight a little feeling a bit weird. A small mew sound came from Harry and he breathed deeply. His eyes popped open and scanned down. His eyes met Draco's and he smiled.
"Hi," he whispered.
"What are you doing here?" Draco murmured.
"I must have fell asleep."
"Well that's apparent," though Draco was being sarcastic it lacked the usual malice, "I mean how did you fall asleep here?"
"You passed out when me and Madam Pomfrey tried to get you to drink a potion. So I had to pour it into your mouth and she used her wand to make you swallow it. You kept shaking really badly," Harry's voice trailed off, "I was scared."
Draco watched Harry as his eyes grew intense. Harry took a deep breath and continued.
"Madam Pomfrey finally got you to relax and she made me leave right after. It wasn't that late, but I went up to my room until dark then tried to get some sleep. I couldn't, I kept wondering how you were. So when I knew it was late enough for Pomfrey to be sleeping I snuck down here in my invisibility cloak. I sat down in that chair," Harry nodded toward a chair to the right of them, "for awhile making sure you were alright, but you started to become restless. You kept tossing and turning."
Just for Draco's ego's sake, Harry didn't mention that he was also whimpering in his sleep.
"So I sat on the edge of your bed and laid down and you turned over on me and decided to stay put. It seemed to calm you down so I just let you relax. I guess an hour passed and I tried getting up, but you wouldn't let go of me. It was either try to sleep or wake you up; I didn't really want to leave you so I closed my eyes."
"You didn't want to leave me?" Draco raised an eyebrow. The oddest feeling tickled his stomach.
"Uh... well... you know... alone," Harry turned bright red, "You could have started convulsing again."
Draco looked down toward his stomach, "Uh... Harry... did you know that your hand is on my stomach?"
"Oh... uh..." Harry quickly lifted his hand, "Sorry... Must have done that in my sleep."
"No... it's alright I guess... I mean I thought you'd mind... and..." Draco was trying his hardest to say what his conscious was telling him and not what his instincts and old habits told him.
"And what?" Harry slowly replaced his hand back on Draco's stomach unsure, but when Draco didn't flinch away, he relaxed.
"And... uh..." Draco wasn't particularly fond of talking about himself having emotions. It wasn't him. He started yelling at himself.
'How can Harry do this to me? I don't even understand myself anymore! Here I am practically sitting in his lap and I can't put two sentences together! Goddammit!'
"And what?" Harry repeated snapping Draco out of his thoughts.
"And... I guess I just... never had anyone do that before."
"What? Put their arm around you?"
"No... well... I mean... care about me."
"I saw Pansy worry quite a bit over you."
"Yeah... well," Goddammit, he hated talking about these things. But somehow Harry always managed to talk it out of him, "Not like you do."
"Maybe that's because you won't let anyone get close to you."
"There's a reason behind that."
"What?"
Draco looked away, "I'd rather not say."
"Please tell me."
"I don't want to talk about it."
Harry noted the Slytherin go tense on top of him. He nodded and let it go, "Feeling better?"
"You ask that an awful lot."
"Isn't that what you're suppose to ask a sick person?"
"I guess..."
"So, how are you?"
"Better than before. I can't really feel any pain."
"That's good... are... are you worried about the results?" Harry sounded like he was asking a question that had been on his mind all day.
Again, all Draco could be was honest to Harry, "A little."
"You know," Harry paused, "I wasn't lying."
Draco looked up at him confused, "Lying about what?"
"That I will find a cure. I wasn't lying."
"Come on, Harry, no one has found a cure. What makes you think you can?"
"Because I am not gonna let you die. Not on me."
"Harry."
"I'll find one."
Draco sighed inwardly. Talking to him was like talking to Crabbe or Goyle... no... Harry has a brain. Ok, talking to Harry was like talking to a brick wall.
Harry looked down like he just realized something, "How are your parents gonna take this?"
"My parents?" Draco's voice was so full of bitterness and spite that it shocked Harry.
"Well, yeah."
"They wouldn't give a damn."
"I'm sure they would care if you're sick."
Draco gave a disbelieving snort, "Yeah sure. Meet them and then we'll see."
"But..."
"Drop it, Harry. I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't want to talk about a lot of things do you?"
"Some things are best not talked about."
"And some are."
"Drop it!" Draco hissed.
Harry's blood began to rise, but somehow he couldn't get real mad at Draco. It was weird. A week ago he was hexing the boy and now he's holding him in his arms and can't even raise his voice at him. What a fucked up world.
Harry unconsciously began caressing Draco's stomach with his fingers.
Draco looked down at Harry's hand that was creating the weird sensation, "What are you doing?"
"Hm?" Harry asked absently.
Draco nodded toward his stomach. Harry looked down and stopped moving his fingers.
"Sorry," Harry mumbled.
"No... uh... keep... don't stop..."
'Damit!' Draco cursed in his mind, 'How can Harry turn me into a bumbling idiot? I can't believe I just told him not to stop! What the fuck did I say that for?'
/Because you didn't want him to stop./
'Oh, Goddammit, leave me alone.'
/I'm your conscious remember. I can't./
'Fuck off.'
"Draco?" Harry looked down at him.
"What?" Draco turned his attention to Harry.
"Nothing you were just spacing out." Harry moved his arm tighter around Draco. He moved his hand up and down his stomach.
Draco closed his eyes at Harry's touch. It was so soft, so gentle, and it felt so good. He opened his mouth and yawned.
"Tired?" Harry asked.
"Mm-hm," Draco replied.
"Why don't you try to fall asleep?"
"I can't," Draco opened his eyes.
Harry looked confused, "Why not?"
"Because my back is beginning to hurt and I can't get comfortable."
"So turn over."
Draco thought about this for a moment then shifted around. He turned to his right side keeping his face near Harry's neck. Harry wrapped his left arm around Draco's back and began rubbing slow, small circles into his muscles.
"Better?" Harry asked.
"Mm-hm," Draco replied closing his eyes. He yawned and cuddled more into Harry's neck. His left hand resting on Harry's torso.
Harry didn't know if Draco was really being real or if the effects from being tired or sick were taking over. Anyway he looked at it, Draco was not being Draco. Harry couldn't help it, he liked it. He liked this side of Draco. The side he only got to see. It made him feel special.
A week ago he would have never admitted it even though Hermione and Ron were always bugging him. He did feel something for the blond Slytherin. He didn't know exactly what, but it was something. And to think it all started with a game of truth or dare.
So now he lays here with the sick Slytherin on top of his arm. A strange feeling begins to overtake him. For some reason Harry wants to protect Draco; from everyone and everything. Especially this disease.
Harry shifts his arm tighter around Draco and the sleeping boy snuggles closer into Harry. He looks down at him and notes how innocent he looked. Totally different then when he's awake. So strange how he can act one way then completely different the next.
Locks of hair began to fall over Draco's face so Harry brushed them behind his ear. Draco moved even farther into Harry and there was no possible way he could get up now. Harry gave in and shut his eyes. He listened to Draco's soft steady breathing and slowly fell asleep.
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Author's Note: I wrote a really short story while I was bored in study hall at school. It turned out pretty good and I was wondering if you people would like to check it out. It's very short (1,205 words), but I think it turned out very sweet. It's for all you Harry/Draco fans! This is it.
In the Garden
Harry is told to meet in the garden. Something has been bothering his loved one and Harry fears the worst. *Slash* H/D