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Title: You Make Me Complete
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.
A/N: Hello everyone! I have nothing to say, except, School is killing me! –laughs-
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Chapter
9
Many sad goodbye's.
I woke up three days after the war, aching all over. The first thing I remembered was the dreams. The dreams of a lifeless Draco, lying motionless on the ground.
I tried to open my eyes, I tried to move and I tried to speak. Neither of the things worked, and I had to lie down, alone with my fears and my worries.
Where was Draco? Was he all right? Was he awake? Was he...
I've never been so panicked in my whole life, and I couldn't do a thing about it! I couldn't even open my fucking eyes, to see if he was near me!
I struggled with my eyes for - I don't know for how long, but it felt like a lifetime! Finally, however, I succeeded, and my eyes finally opened up! And the whole world was green. It was the... weirdest and most disturbing thing I've ever felt! I needed to see! I had to see, to find Draco! And I had to find Draco!
How the hell was I supposed to find him if everything was green, and blurry?
I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut tightly, and then opened them again. Once again, I woke up to a green world, and didn't see any shapes at all. I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them again, they had finally started to work properly.
It was still extremely blurry, even more so than usual. I did see badly without my glasses, to start with, but this was extreme.
Draco! I had to find him! I tried to call his name, but the only thing I succeeded to get out was something between a cough and a growl, and to make it to hurt even more in my ribs and in my chest than it had before. But I didn't feel it much then, as the only thing I felt was how someone was ripping my heart out. Something kept me away from finding out where Draco was. I understood that it was my own body that refused to move, and I hated myself for it. I couldn't move at all, I couldn't get myself to move how much I even might try.
I struggled with my own body, trying to make it move for a long, long time, and finally I started to feel my owl legs and arms. With the returning ability to move, I also started feeling the pain that grew for every passing moment. I tried not to think about it; the important thing now was to get to him, wherever he was.
Finally, I could move a little, and I rose as quickly as I could from my bed. Dizziness. Pain. The world spun around, and I couldn't see any shapes, everything seemed to be double. And I couldn't feel that Draco was near me at all. 'God, Draco, where are you?' I thought.
I dragged myself up, slowly, trying to ignore the pain as much as I could. With one thought, and one thought only, 'Draco', I was on my way, out of my bed. I tried to put my hands on the bedside-table, but missed it by several inches, and fell out of the bed, and smashed down hard, right on the cold stone floor. I tried to get up, but my legs refused to carry me.
Draco. I couldn't get to him. I'd lost him.
I had never been so disappointed with myself as I was then. And the helplessness started to get to me. I felt it take a hold around my throat. I felt defenceless, pathetic, useless, and it was starting to get hard to breathe. I started to cry. I cried for everything. Everything I'd ever done wrong. Everyone we'd lost in the war, they were so many. I cried for Draco. My Draco. My dragon.
I couldn't get to him. It was too late. Everything was my fault. I'd done everything wrong this time. I loved Draco, wasn't I supposed to put everything else aside when he was in danger? Of course I was. And I hadn't been able to help him. I didn't think rationally. The world was disappearing under me, all I could think about was him. Draco, Draco, Draco.
I wailed out something even I couldn't understand, as I was crying more than I'd ever done before. Someone was ripping my heart out, with his bare hands.
What if he was dead? What if he wasn't alive anymore? What if I'd missed his funeral? What if I never got to say goodbye? What if he didn't knew just how much I loved him? There were so much more for us to do, still.
I didn't understand that I could speak again, until I heard myself scream, and cry out in pain and agony. Just a few seconds later, Madame Pomfrey was at my side, and I tried to talk, but I couldn't form comprehensible sentences. And I couldn't understand what she was saying. I tried to stop crying, as I felt that whatever she was saying was important. It had to be about Draco. Whatever could she tell me that was important? Nothing was important now, except where Draco was. If he were awake, wouldn't he be at my side now? Wouldn't he help me, and hold me? Yes, he would. But he wasn't there.
I felt her heave me up on the bed again, trying to get me to lie down, but as I struggled to sit up for the fourth time, I saw a movement of her hand, and I was sure she was holding a wand, and then I heard her call, "Albus! Come down here, quickly! Harry is awake!"
Still crying, I saw Dumbledore arrive besides Madame Pomfrey, and I don't know if they exchanged any words, but I soon heard Dumbledore's strong voice, "Harry! Harry, calm down!" Then I felt Dumbledore's hand on my shoulder, pushing me back on my bed gently. Not until that touch did I realize that I was shaking madly. I cried even more, the feeling of helplessness growing for every moment. Everything was my fault. I was to blame for everything.
I couldn't do anything right. And now Draco had been the one paying for that.
"Harry, calm down!" I heard Dumbledore's voice, speaking clearly, firmly and gently at the same time. And then, he put his arms around me. Dumbledore gave me the embrace that I sorely needed, holding me like I was all that mattered. Like I was his grandson. And he held me until the crying subsided, until I had stopped hyperventilating, and I finally croaked up, "Wh.. Where's... he?"
I wondered briefly if he would think that I was referring to Voldemort, but Dumbledore always knew what you meant, even when you're not sure yourself, and he answered, "He's in the room next door. He's unconscious. But he will be fine. Just calm down."
My Draco. My wonderful Draco. Alive.
"Why's he no-" I coughed, my throat to dry to speak. I tried again anyway, "He's not... 'ere?" I asked, regaining more and more ability to speak by the minute.
"He is extremely hurt. He has been unconscious the whole time. But you have to calm down. You have to help him, Harry. No one else can do it, Harry. Only you, but you have to calm down first."
'Calm down, calm down,' I said to myself, but it didn't work, and I was hyperventilating again, and there was still tears flooding down my face. I was starting to feel dizzy, from breathing too fast.
I looked at Dumbledore, and pleaded for him to let me see him. He turned to Madame Pomfrey, "Poppy?"
I turned to her, and even though she looked terribly determined at first, her face slowly melted, and she finally agreed to go let me see him.
My legs wouldn't carry me yet, so I had to be led to the room, by both Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey, which I found very patronizing, and humiliating, but it didn't matter at all, as I was going to at least see my Draco now.
I know now why Madame Pomfrey didn't want me to see him. I wasn't ready. I don't know if I ever would've been. I was led inside a door, and then behind a white folding wall, and there he was. On a big, comfortable bed was my Draco. I fell down on the bed beside him, not daring to touch him at all at first. I just studied his features. He was so pale. Ash white. And he had deep hollows under his eyes. There were deep cut's on his lower lip, and I guessed he had bit himself too keep himself from screaming when the curses were cast on him. He was lying completely still, and I couldn't even see if he was breathing. Was he really breathing?
"Is he really...?" I asked, voicing my worries that Dumbledore had only said that he'd be okay to make me calm down, but Dumbledore firmly stated, "Yes."
I continued to watch Draco. His arms were crossed over his stomach. He looked really cold. I dared to touch one of his hands. It was warm. I felt his fingers under mine. They did not move under my touch, not squeeze back; I got no reaction at all. But the hand was warm, and it felt comforting. He was warm, and I felt like that was a good sign. 'My Draco's always warm,' I thought distractedly, as I lifted his left hand, to kiss it lightly. And the sleeve of his pyjama fell down, and revealed an almost black bruise. I gasped, and lifted the sleeve away more. The bruise continued all the way up to the elbow, shifting from black, to purple, to yellow, to black again.
I felt nauseous at the fact that someone could actually do something like this to another human being. I lifted the covers away from him, starting to unbutton his shirt. I had to see what was under it. I brushed the shirt away as lightly as I could, feeling as if I wasn't in my own body anymore. I was surveying this from the outside, and as I saw the first hideous mark on the right side of his chest, I heard Madame Pomfrey sob behind me. It was a muffled sound, and I was sure she had a hand over her mouth.
I kept looking; stroking his bruises and marks gently as I kept discovering new ones. I wasn't crying hysterically anymore, but slow tears were silently dripping down onto the bed, and Draco's body. It felt so wrong, to see him lying there, lifeless, hurt, when I was awake.
I kissed the split lip feathery, and then turned to Dumbledore again. "You said that I could help him. How? What am I supposed to do? I can't heal people at all. I've never learned any of that. What do you want me to do?" I asked him desperately. I'd do anything to help the hurt beauty in the bed behind me.
"Harry, do you love him?" Dumbledore asked me, looking me straight in the eyes.
I almost fell down from the bed. What kind of question was that? Of course I love him! "Of course I love him!"
Dumbledore smiled at me, "Then, he will be alright." The smile changed to a sad one, "But he's badly hurt, and, even though I know you had it rough Harry... you're special. And even though Draco is an extremely strong, powerful wizard... when you threw the killing curse, time stopped. The dimension you live in became unreal. You were moved to a different reality, and what may have seen like 5 seconds to you could have been 15 minutes in this world. And as you were locked with Voldemort, Draco was hit by curses. Not only Cruciatus, but also other one's. He's in an extremely bad condition, but he's alive, and what you have to do now is be near him."
"But how can it be up to me? What if I fail? What if I can't do it!"
"You can do it, Harry. Draco's alive because of you. As he didn't get the deadly curse thrown at him, he's alive because he love's you, with all his heart. You see, Harry, when magical people are in love, they create a special bond that they share and most of the time, this bond lasts forever.
"Magical people have a way too sense a person's aura. The aura of the one they want, and are supposed to spend their life with. That's why divorces are much less common in the Wizarding world, than they are in the Muggle world."
"So I just have to be with him? What if it's not enough? What if I can't do it?" I repeated.
"You can do it Harry. I know you can," Dumbledore stated calmly, "You've saved him before."
"No, I haven't. I've never saved him. It's my fault that he's here in the first place." I answered, feeling that I was on the verge of tears again.
"Oh, yes, you have saved him before, Harry. Maybe more than you'll ever know."
"Then why was I in the other room? Why didn't you place us in the same room? Why did you separate us?" I felt angry, and wrung out, but I felt like I had to know this. If I was the only one supposed to help him, why had they kept me away from him while I was unconscious?
"You were in separate rooms, as it would've made both of you in a worse condition, if you were close enough to sense the other's pain. If you had been too close, the other's pain could have eaten you alive, and neither of you would've woken up to help the other." Dumbledore smiled then, and said, "And now, Harry, you have already saved the world. Now, go and help your own."
And, even though my head was spinning, and I was so muddle-headed from all the information, and I was developing the worst headache I'd ever had, I understood what Dumbledore had meant.
I had already saved the world. But that wasn't what mattered to me. What I had to do now was to save my own world.
Draco is my world.
I started to talk with him immediately, and after about 20 minutes, Madame Pomfrey came with two small bottles of different potions. One with a blue liquid that felt like ice in my mouth, and it loosened the headache a great deal. Then I drank the one that was yellow, and it felt completely different from the first one, as the first one cooled my head down, this warmed my body, almost massaging my aching neck, and back.
I was still aware of the pain, but I pushed the thought aside, and kept laid down besides Draco again, carefully, not wanting to hurt him anymore by touching his bruises too much. I lay very close to him, putting my chin carefully on his shoulder, and I lay there for a few minutes, inhaling his scent. He still smelled very much of Draco. The scent I love more than any other.
I soon fell asleep, and that was pretty much how the upcoming days would come to pass. I refused to have any company. I would break down if they would come talking to me about how worried they were, and how glad they were that it was all over with Voldemort, and how sorry they were about Draco. And I had to be strong now, for Draco.
I didn't even want to meet Ron and Hermione yet. They were fine, and alive, and that was all that mattered. I knew that they'd understand that I had to be with him; help him now.
So, the days that came were spent talking to Draco. Lying besides Draco. He never moved at all. I talked about all the promises we had made about after the war.
I remembered all the good times that we had had. Both as friends and as lovers.
I talked about nothing at all, and I talked about everything, until my throat was sore, until I fell asleep.
I was still incredibly weak, not having the energy to be awake more than 3-4 hours a time, and the worst thing was the headache, which refused to leave me alone. I still had trouble walking, and I had means and other things to help me to get to the bathroom, and such.
I had nightmares all the time, about Draco dead, about Ron and Hermione dead, about everything I've ever been through, both in the magical world and at the Dursley's.
More than once I had to get a dreamless-sleep potion from Pomfrey, to get rid of my nightmare-demons. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn't.
Late on the afternoon at the fifth day, I was starting to panic. I had dreamt again that Draco was really dead. I cried into his shoulder, and whispered huskily, "Draco... Please... I need you! Don't leave me! Come back to me... promise me that you will!" and then I kissed him right below the ear, where I know he loves to be kissed. He always laughs, and says that it tickles. I kissed him there, and drew my tongue lightly just where I had kissed it.
And he stirred.
"Oh, God!" I pulled myself up a bit, to see if I was actually true. To confirm that it wasn't only my imagination.
It wasn't. His chest started to move more normal than before, and he lifted a finger on right hand slightly. I took his hand in mine.
After five days of talking to only Draco, a Draco who didn't answer, only talking to Madame Pomfrey a few time's a day as she came to give me some healing pill's and potion's. I had not left the room once, except for the bathroom on the opposite side of this room.
And now, after so much tears, so much pain, and so much wishes, he was finally awake. He was moving, and I felt his hand clasping mine very, very loosely. "'Arry?"
I felt all the tension starting to ebb away. "Draco!"
I smiled through the tears. My nerves had been extremely tense since I woke up, and now I broke down completely. He opened his eyes slowly, narrowly, and I saw the grey eyes that I know so well. They looked wiser, more mature, older, but even so, it was my Draco. My beautiful Draco.
At first, I didn't do anything, but staring at him, the tears pouring down, at the same time as I was laughing with relief.
"Harry... You're... Alright," he croaked out, and tried too sit up.
"No, lie down," I said to him, placing a hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder, where I knew there were no nasty bruises.
He did as he was told, and I said with a husky voice, "You're... You're alright... I...God." I cupped his face carefully, my hands shaking as the tension left me, and I kissed his nose, his mouth, his eyelids, his forehead, and as I did this I felt a weak hand encircle my neck slowly, gripping the hair at my neck.
I lay down beside him, not daring to touch him any other place than a light hand on his hip, but his hand still gripping around my neck possessively. And then, we fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later, seeing Madame Pomfrey sitting on a chair besides our bed, knitting.
"Slept well?" She asked, smiling gently.
I nodded in response, noticing that the only thing that had moved since we fell asleep were Draco's hand, which now had found it's way inside my shirt, through the collar. He was breathing rhythmically through his nose, and I smiled at the sight of him being back to consciousness again.
Soon I drifted off again, waking up by a soft blow on my face. I opened my eyes, meeting Draco's grey eyes, a worried look in them.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a whisper.
"Are you..." his voice was weak, barely a whisper. "What happened... you disappeared. You were gone for so long... I thought..." a tear ran from his eye, and I touched it with the tip of my tongue. I felt him tremble.
"I'm okay. But I've been so worried about you," I answered, and Draco suddenly jerked, and I was afraid that I had hurt him, "What happened?" I asked, and withdrew my hand.
He spoke carefully, and he was breathing heavily, "It... wasn't you... I don't know. Is it bad?" He asked me, knowing that I had seen all his wounds and bruises.
I nodded.
He leaned his forehead against mine, and closed the distance carefully, trying to avoid the marks on his body that he hadn't even seen.
Suddenly, he gasped, and then started to cough. That's when Pomfrey thought it was time for us to stop talking, and she helped Draco to drink a potion, which looked like water but smelled incredibly strong. He started to cough again, and then sunk down against his pillow, and fell asleep.
He woke up with a gasp, just half an hour later, coughing lightly, and then called "Harry!" And I saw that he was trying to move, but he was too weak, and in too much pain to do it, so I turned, leaning over him slightly without touching his wounded body. "Draco, I'm here."
He panted, "Where is he? What happened to him?"
"He's gone. I killed him. But I don't know... I haven't talked about it with anyone."
He drew in a sharp breath, and then closed his eyes. I saw how much pain he was in, and it was almost unbearable to watch. I jumped out of bed as soon as I could, running to collect Madame Pomfrey. Her potion hadn't helped to ease Draco's pain at all, it seemed like, and I couldn't stand looking at him like that. She HAD to do something!
I ran towards her office, and without bothering to knock, I slammed the door open. She shot up from her seat, startled.
I couldn't believe it, but I had once again tears in my eyes (I was emotionally drained, and the only thing that mattered were to get Draco, okay?). "Can't you help him? He's..." and everything started to spin after the quick run, and I had to grab a hold on the table to not fall down on the floor.
"Harry," Madame Pomfrey said, taking a hold on my shoulder, "Calm down, you're not making things better by making yourself unconscious again!"
She then waved her wand once, and a tray suddenly appeared with many different potions and pills, and it started to hover behind her as she walked quickly towards Draco, leaving me to stumble back slowly on my own.
As I came into the room, dizzy and giddy, I saw her mixing all the potions, adding a blue pill, and then pour it into a glass, and stir it for a few moments. Then, she put a hand behind Draco's head, and lifted him up slightly, letting his lips touch the liquid, and then letting him drink it slowly. As I was besides the bed, he was asleep, and I looked at Madame Pomfrey expectantly.
She looked at me, her eyes so full of compassion, and then she smiled, a wary, careful smile. "This will hopefully ease the pain in a while. And this will start to heal him, but it'll take a long time. This is the best healing potion for a person as hurt as he is, by curses."
"When will he start to feel better?"
"Tomorrow morning, the pain will probably ease a little, but as I said, it won't go away completely for maybe 10 days. And the same goes for you Harry, you have to rest a lot to feel well again. There's nothing else you can do. I'm sorry."
I nodded at her, and feeling the tiredness wash over me, I lay down besides Draco, careful not to touch him harshly, but needing to touch him, I lay close to him, my head on his shoulder, and my hand touching his neck, ever so lightly.
I woke up several times during the night, every time to see Draco lying in the exact same position as the last time I woke up. Comforted by that look, I drifted to sleep again every single time, and the last time I woke up was around 9 in the morning, and after that, I couldn't sleep, and I pulled away from Draco, starting to read a book I'd gotten from Hermione for Christmas.
It took at least three hours before Draco woke up, and I didn't even notice that he was awake at first. I finally noticed two pale grey eyes looking at me, following my every movement as I flipped the pages, or played with the corners of the book, or whatever I did. As I saw him looking at me, his face was graced with a smile, and as I smiled back, I slid back from my sitting position, to lie down on my side, facing him.
"How are you feeling?" I asked after a long moment of silence, where I'd just looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine.
"Better... I think," he said slowly. "But in some way's I don't. But I feel a bit better now, I guess. You?"
"Better, too. I guess." I answered, not really knowing how the pain was at that point, as I was busy feeling Draco's warm breath on my face.
"So... he's really gone this time?"
"Yeah."
He actually smirked at me, "Like the Golden Boy could do anything else than succeed."
"Draco." I said, as slowly as I could.
"Yes?" Draco said, smiling slightly.
"Just shut up, will you!" I laughed lightly at the expression of shock in his face, and then gave him a kiss. And the bastard leaned up, and bit my nose (it was an extremely light bite, more like a nibble, but even so!). He's sick! He really is! He started to laugh at MY shocked expression, and soon he started to cough again.
"You're such a git, I can't believe you!" I said, couldn't help it that it came out fondly and lovingly, rather than irritated, and annoyed.
He was silent, and suddenly everything stopped. He looked at me, the way that made my knees go weak, making my head start to spin and giving me millions of butterflies flying around in my stomach.
"Harry," he started softly.
"Mmm," I answered dazedly.
"Stop drooling. I know I'm hot."
Yet again, I couldn't believe him! He's so full of himself!
"You're so full of yourself!" I said, once again fondly and lovingly instead of annoyed and irritated.
"I know," he said, getting closer to me, and this time, he was able to actually put his arm around my waist without squirming in pain.
I still didn't dare to touch his bruised body, afraid of causing more damage, but I lay close to him feeling him near me again.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he whispered in my face, and right then, there was a light knock on the door, and a moment after, the door opened, and Dumbledore stepped inside the room.
"Good Morning, Harry. Draco, I'm so glad to see that you are awakened now. We've been greatly worried, all of us," he smiled warmly at Draco and me, and sat down on an armchair that had been placed between the two beds in the room.
"Good morning, professor Dumbledore," said Draco weakly, and I repeated it after him.
He eyed us for a moment, and I sat up in the bed, arranging some pillows, and then helped Draco up, having the pillows behind his back, so he came a little higher up. I knew what was coming now. I had pleaded for Dumbledore to not have to talk about what had happened with Voldemort, and the school, and not tell me anything before Draco woke up. Dumbledore had wanted to tell me right away, but I had asked, and pleaded and pleaded and asked for him to let me concentrate on helping Draco. And Dumbledore had obliged. The only thing I'd wanted to know was if any of my close friends had died, and when I had get to know that, no, they hadn't, I had tried as hard as I could not to think about it. About all the others that had died. And now, was the moment where he was going to tell us. I didn't really want to know, but we had to. And I knew, the sooner the better.
Dumbledore started to talk, telling us that he'd came just moments after we'd passed out, he'd seen when I fell down. When he said that, I couldn't help it, but I burst out, "Where were you? What took you so long?" After only that short tantrum, I started to feel ill again, head spinning uncomfortable. The energy was completely sucked out of me, and I didn't feel better until Draco took my hand with his left one, brushing my cheek with the other.
Dumbledore told us that he hadn't been able to help us as he was in the school, among with many Aurors, and the rest of the teachers, fighting off the big army of death eaters which tried to take a hold of the school. He told us that not a single student had passed away, but Mad-Eye Moody had been hit by Avada Kedavra, just moments before Voldemort was killed. 12 Aurors had been killed, 5 of them had I never really met, more than at one meeting in the school. Remus Lupin had been badly wounded, but he'd survived.
Then Draco asked what had happened with Voldemort, why the two of us had disappeared when I'd cast the killing curse, and asking if he really was dead, and what had been left of him afterwards, words spilling so fast from his mouth, stumbling over one another. "Harry killed him, right?" he squeezed my hand tighter. I think the act was unconscious.
"Yes, Draco. Yes, he did. The only thing left of him was this," He pulled out a few things from his robes. It was one bottle, with what looked like sand, ashes and dust, and then a handkerchief, draped over something that looked very heavy. He opened it, and inside, there was something that looked like a black stone. A black stone in the shape of a human heart.
I felt incredibly sick. Had this once, been a real, human heart? Had Tom Riddle changed, from a human being with a real heart, to a... beast, with a stone-heart? How can anyone become so evil, that his own heart changes into something so... disgustingly inhuman? I shuddered, and felt Draco do it too.
So, Dumbledore had saved the school and kept the Death Eaters from coming inside the school, as we fought with their Master.
And the Dark Lord was destroyed. For good this time.
Then Dumbledore turned to Draco. "You know that Lucius is dead, and I am sorry to tell you that yesterday night, I got an owl from minister Fudge, where he told me that Narcissa was found dead in the study of the Malfoy residence. I don't know the further details, but I believe they suspect suicide."
Draco's eyes didn't flicker in any emotion at all. Neither sorrow nor anything else. That's what used to scare me about him earlier. That he bottles it all up inside of him, not letting it slip what he feels inside. He had so many walls to break, so many layers to see through. He looked at Dumbledore until he'd finished spoken, and then he simply said, "I understand."
Dumbledore only nodded back, and then turned to me, and with a mixture of pride and sorrow, he told me that everyone now worshipped "The Boy-Who-Lived", even more.
"Always the perfect hero," Draco murmured in my ear, as I snorted. I did not want any publicity. None at all. Draco kissed my ear, and I shivered.
Even though I felt dissatisfied about being even more famous, somehow, I felt relived for the first time in my whole life. I really hadn't believed that I was going to survive this last battle. And it hadn't really hurt me that much, before I realised that I would have to leave Draco. If I had died I wouldn't have Draco by my side anymore. Of course, not Ron or Hermione either, but even though I love them too, it's not really the same thing. I had Draco now, and forever; nothing could keep us apart. My scar couldn't hurt me again. Voldemort couldn't hurt me anymore. Nothing could destroy my life now.
Dumbledore disturbed in my musings, "And, they are all writing about the boy who was at his side. They are all writing about the boy who captured the heart of Harry Potter. You are the perfect hero too, Draco," Dumbledore smirked at him, his light blue eyes twinkling mischievously, as Draco grunted.
"Oh, no. This will absolutely ruin my whole Bad-Boy image."
"Don't worry, love. Everyone's afraid of you anyway," I grinned at him.
"Well, thank you!" he said, and touched my neck with his tongue. I blushed furiously, turning to Dumbledore, who just smiled merrily.
Then, he told us about how we were going to do with our exams, as it were impossible for us to study, in the state we were in.
It took almost a week before Draco was in a state where he was strong enough to start moving almost normally again, and as we'd spent most of the time sleeping, and just holding each other, we hadn't had any guest's at all. But now, they finally had permission to come.
Remus came visiting us firstly. He looked older than ever before, walking in on a pair of crutches. He pulled us both into a tight embrace, and he had tears in his eyes when he spoke of how worried he had been, and how proud he was, and how happy he was that we were all right.
Then we talked about other things. He asked us about graduation, and what we wanted to do after that. I then realised that I didn't know what I wanted to do. I had never really believed that I would live after the war. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to be with Draco, nothing else mattered. I wanted to be near my friends, my family.
Then Ron and Hermione came. It was wonderful to know that everyone I cared about had survived that fatal night. It was wonderful to see them again. I had missed them so much these last days, and even though it was me that hadn't had energy to see them before, it was Madame Pomfrey that had forbidden any visits the last three days, in an attempt to make us better as fast as possible.
Hermione cried when she saw us, pulling both of us into a warm hug. She gave us a quick kiss on each of our cheeks, and as she couldn't speak, because she was crying too much, she handed us to Ron.
Ron just stared at us, eyeing us, like he wanted to be sure of something, which had to be proven to him.
Draco was leaning against the back of the bed, sitting up. He tugged on my shirt, and pulled me back, so that I was sitting between the vee of his both legs, his arms around me, so that he was holding me from behind. It was the most comforting thing I had felt in my whole life, and I relaxed completely. He whispered, "I love you," in my ear quietly, before he leaned against my shoulder. I felt it when he blinked, as his eyelashes brushed and tickled my neck.
He looked up at Ron and said, "What's the matter, Weasley? Cat got your tongue?" Maybe it wasn't the nicest thing to say, but his voice was not harsh, or rude. Only tired. Tired of being the enemy of his boyfriends' best friend.
But Ron answered, "You two deserve each other. I'm not going to pick on you anymore, and I'm sorry for being such a moron," he looked at us, as he rushed through the words.
That was the words I had longed to hear from him since he and Hermione had found out about Draco and me. Finally, Ron accepted Draco, and by doing that, he accepted me. If I had been strong enough I would've run up and hugged him. But I was too weak, so I said, "Thank you so much, Ron" and beamed at him.
Draco held out his hand, and Ron took it. When they had stopped shaking hands Hermione pulled Ron into a hug, and she whispered something to him that sounded like, "I'm so proud of you!"
Draco instead gave a tired sigh, and leaned against my back.
"Tired, Draco?" I asked, turning my head towards him.
"Hmm... Mmm... Mmm." Draco mumbled against my back.
"What was that?" I asked quietly, smiling. Draco yawned as an answer.
"Ron, Hermione...you know I love you being here... but we're really tired. I really appreciate you being here, we both do, but do you mind?" I didn't want my best friend to go, really. But we needed to rest again. We had to get some sleep. It may sound weird, and I really haven't understood yet, exactly why we were so damn tired all the time. Like if we had a really long drawn out cold. Draco, Madame Pomfrey and Hermione have all tried to explain to me why we were so tired. But I still haven't understood yet.
"Of course we don't mind," Hermione whispered, as Draco had already fallen asleep, leaning against my back, and then both of them went away.
When they were out of the wing and the door was almost shut when Hermione peeked in through the door again. "I've been so worried about you. And I'm so happy to see that you are okay now, and I just want to say that I'm... I'm proud of you two!" she whispered, her eyes shining with tears.
"Thank you, Hermione," I smiled at her.
"Hmmm," Draco said, half-awake, half-asleep.
"You're welcome." She smiled, and then she was gone.
The day after, Molly, Arthur and Ginny came, they didn't talk much to Draco, but they tried to be nice to him. And Ginny got along with Draco rather well. I think she had been one of the first to know about our feelings towards each other, and her crush on me from earlier was long gone, and she was one of the most popular girls in the school, as she was both very pretty, nice, smart and funny.
When we were out of the Hospital wing, we had no energy whatsoever to study to the final exams. We did much the same as we had done in the hospital wing the previous days. Kissing, talking, kissing, kissing and just being close the whole time. We spent a lot of time just hanging around Ron and Hermione. Their very bickering relationship with small conflicts, and then sickeningly sweet making up scenes were relaxing. It was funny to hear them quarrel on all the time, and it was adorable to see them make up. They are so different from each other, but at the same time so very much alike. They do make a fantastic couple.
As we didn't do our exams when everybody else did they, we were allowed to stay at Hogwarts two more weeks to study and do our tests.
When everybody else went towards the Hogwarts express there weren't many who didn't cry. And, as you know how I am when people cries, I went around to everybody I knew and tried to comfort them as well as I could.
It was quite hard to say good-bye to them. Not that Seamus, Neville or Dean cried, but they had been my roommates and my good friends for seven years, and crying or not, they were really hard to say good-bye to.
Parvati and Lavender cried. A lot. Parvati hugged me and said that we had to see each other again, and as I wiped the tears out of her eyes, I heard Draco clear his throat right behind me, and say, "Potter. You aren't cheating on me, are you?" he had an eyebrow quirked and a slightly amused smile on his face.
"Yes, I am. I've been with Parvati ever since the Yule Ball in fourth year. Sorry," I smiled back at him. He then gave me a lopsided smile, and then turned to Parvati and looked at her intently, his grey eyes fixed on hers. Looking completely serious he said, "I guess I have to kill you then."
Parvati seemed scared at first, her eyes widening slightly, but then she saw his eyes sparkle in amusement, and to his, and my surprise she let me go, and hugged him too. He was startled, and didn't hug her back at first, but then he gave her a quick, one- armed hug back.
Then Lavender hugged him too, and once again he gave a quick hug back, before taking a step back, towards me. I saw a sceptical look in his eyes that said 'did I really do that?'
Parvati laughed at us, and said "Harry, you are really making the guy too sappy."
"It's soooo sweet!" Lavender cooed, and pinched Draco in the cheek, mocking him.
Draco looked horrified and crossed his arms over his chest and said, "I'm not sappy. I'm very tough."
This statement didn't go too well with the way he pouted, so I started to laugh hysterically, as did Parvati and Lavender.
Then I hugged Lavender good-bye.
"Bye, Harry. Take care of your tough-guy over there, and have fun 'til we see each other again!" then she looked over my shoulder, at the blond, sulking Slytherin, and said with a baby-voice, "I hope you'll be happy too, Dracky-poo," and then both of the girls ran away laughing.
Draco kept grunting things like, "Stupid Gryffindor's," and, "Those girls really don't know who they're dealing with." I kissed him on the cheek, and kept laughing at him.
I thought that the goodbye to Ron and Hermione would be easy, as we would see each other again soon. But then I realised that nothing would be as it had been. I wouldn't be able to see them, or even talk to them, every day, as I had done for the past seven years. I wouldn't be forced to hear about 'Hogwarts, A History' about 20 times a week, I wouldn't be able to talk to Ron about the latest progress that the Chudley Cannons had made as often as I would've wanted to.
I'd never again be sitting with them on the Gryffindor table, eating all of our meals. Never again sit the day before a test, studying, as Hermione complained that we should have done that ages ago. Never again laughing over the table in the Great Hall.
And, when Hermione started crying I started too. I couldn't help it. It was a very sad situation, really.
I hugged Hermione for a long, long time as we were talking about memories, and other things. That was when we accidentally let it slip to Draco about the Polyjuice potion in our second year. To our surprise, Draco started to laugh. He was quite impressed that it was Hermione who had thought about the plan, and he joked that she would've done very well in the Slytherin-house.
Then we heard the train whistle, and heard a monotone voice call out that the train would leave in 10 minutes, and I turned to Ron and hesitated if I could hug him, as he, even though he accepted me being gay, still had some small issues with the whole homosexual bit. I didn't want him to be ashamed, or disgusted or anything if I did hug him. I didn't have to worry though, as Ron pulled me into a warm hug.
"I'll miss you, mate. But you know you're always welcome at The Burrow. Malfoy can come to, if he has to." Snickers from Hermione and me met this, and Draco frowned, and he stretched out his hand, "Thanks Weasel. I guess I'll have to see you later."
Ron took his hand and shook it, and said "Guess so, Ferret." And he actually smiled at Draco. And Draco smiled back! Hermione looked at me, and her eyes said 'What's wrong with them?' I was too shocked to make an active response.
Then Draco hugged Hermione, and she started to cry again, as Draco whispered something in her ear. Hermione and Draco hugged for a while, and I swear that I saw a tear in the corner of Draco's eyes, even though he denied it.
Draco and Hermione have really developed a close friendship, over the years. They had become really close, and talked about everything. They had the same brother-sister relationship that Hermione and I have, but I think they talk about more intimate stuff than I do with Hermione.
Not even Ron feels insecure about their friendship anymore.
Then they had to leave for the train, and with a kiss on the cheek from Hermione to both of us, they stepped onto the train, and after waving them goodbye, Draco and I went back to the castle, for our last week there.
End Chapter 9
Well... maybe it's not my best chapter ever, but I hope you liked it anyway! It was hard to write, and the words didn't want to come out as I wanted them to! I hope you liked it even so!
