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Dedicated to: Me, cuz I wrote it and it's my longest chapter yet!

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Awakening

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Beep. Beep. Beep. The life-support machine went slowly. On the bed next to it lay The-Boy-Who-Lived-
Barely. His emerald green eyes that had been full of passion lay unmoving under soft lids.

On the bedside table were several bouquets, and a few 'get well' cards. One of which was from Hermione. There was only one nurse who came in a couple times a day to check on him and make sure that machine was working properly. Even wizards use muggle-machines for some things.

Harry's eyes twitched and swivelled under his closed eyelids. A dream.

Dream Scene

The grass wasn't pure green, it was rusty, it was autumn. There were many colored leaves littering the ground in the field where Harry sat. He looked around. He was all alone. No, wait, there was someone sitting about 100 yards away. They were dressed all in black and had pale hair, like snow. Harry, curious, walked over. The man, as it turned out to be, didn't look up or move. As Harry got closer, he realized that the beautiful man was muttering to himself. It sounded like random thoughts mixed with gibberish. It didn't make any sense at all. "Hello?" Harry asked tentatively. The man slowly looked up, Harry almost gasped. Those beautiful grey eyes were empty. There was absolutely nothing in them. Blank was the expression on the pale man's face. Harry sat down next to the man and reached out to touch his cheek. The man jerked back, but something like recognition flickered in his drowning eyes.

Harry didn't know why, but he leaned forward and softly placed his lips on the man's. The man hesitated, then leaned into the soft lips, opening his mouth slightly. Harry deepened the kiss and soon, was lying on top of the pale man, kissing him passionately. "Harry?" The man asked, his voice was weak, as if he had used it too much, it was a hoarse sort of weak that automatically makes you pity the speaker and want to comfort them. Harry thought for a moment, then nodded.

Draco, as Harry realized the man's name in that moment, smiled tiredly and rolled onto his side, resting his head on the dark haired man's chest. A breeze ruffled their hair and they lay silently, content to remain that way. They smiled and drifted off.

End of Dream

"Please, all we want is to see him!" A fiery red head by the name of Ginny Weasley said for the fourth time, getting angry.

Hermione walked up, "I'm Hermione Granger and this is Ginny Weasley. We are looking for our friend Harry Potter, can you take us to his room, please?" The nurse stared at the war heroines, eyes wide, then nodded dumbly and walked down th hall, motioning for them to follow.

"Bloody woman." Ginny muttered, still annoyed. Hermione laughed quietly and put a hand on the younger one's shoulder. A warmth spread through her fingers and palm. Ginny must have felt something too, for she jumped a little and looked up at the brown haired girl. Hermione met her eyes and they stopped walking, just standing there in the hallway. Ginny leaned forward and brushed her lips over Hermione's. Hermione couldn't move.

The nurse came bustling back into the hall and said in a professional voice, "Are you ready?" Ginny, blushing furiously, nodded, and Hermione imitated her, rather numbly. Had Ginny just kissed her? Her head was light and dizzy, like a high that lingered.

They followed the nurse into the hospital room, avoiding each other's gaze. Harry lay quiet on the bed, lost in his dream still. Hermione sat on one side of the bed and Ginny sat on the other. Hermione began the one-way conversation, "Hiya Harry, how have you been?" No answer came, as they expected, but Ginny said hello and they began to talk about life, leaving out Ron, and their own personal situation.

Now, several floors down, was located the Psychiatric Ward, where Draco Malfoy was currently staying. He had turned spy against Voldemort in their sixth year (Ginny's fifth) and had helped greatly once, Severus had been discovered and the inner circle had closed up almost completely. It looked like Voldemort was going to kill Harry, and Draco hit Voldemort with a spell from behind, the Dark Lord had been furious, he had hit Draco with enough curses, to kill him. But no, he didn't die, it had been worse, his mind was 'mush' as the nurses so nicely put it. Anyway, all mental patients were allowed to be walked around the building, and this was Draco's longest walk yet. (A/N: Sounds like a puppy doesn't he?) He was being escorted by a tall female nurse who's hobbies were swimming, hiking, and reading romance novels, as everyone knew. They were walking down one of the identical pale blue hallways when Draco turned his head and stopped at a room window. Harry's room.

He made a sound and reached for the door, the nurse grabbed his arm and held him back, he started to struggle, he broke free and yanked the door open, two women who were sitting near him jumped up and exclaimed at the same time, "Draco!"

He stopped. Incomprehensible babble escaped his mouth so he closed it. He walked towards the man on the bed, slowly, as you could still hear the babble spewing from his tongue, his gibberish started to become a bit more understandable. The nurse stood in the hall, her romance novel reading seemed to have helped with something. "Harry, cat's gone with the breeze, wake up, clock chimes, cane with snake, no more master, gone gone gone, wake up!" Draco said loudly, grabbing Harry's shoulders. Unfortunately, or fortunately, as you choose to see it, his foot caught on the machine wire and pulled the plug. Harry's body started to jerk about. Draco held onto him and put his mouth over his boyfriend's.

The next thing, noone was completely sure how it happened, all they know is that Harry woke and kissed Draco back. Someone had called the press and the room was suddenly surrounded by cameras and reporters, struggling to get past guards. Draco and Harry lay happily together on the bed, Harry seemed a little out of it but he remembered most of everything, and Hermione and Ginny planned to stay the night to ensure his safety, and to explain things to him.

They all had some hot tea sent to calm their nerves, everything had happened so fast, it was like a jump through time.

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It was the day that people had to give a gift in honor of Harry. "You wouldn't believe how many present s are out there for you, Harry!" Our favorite bookworm exclaimed sitting back into a blue plush armchair. Ginny was still out there trying to fend of reporters. They had been there all night, the girls, and the reporters. Harry had yet to issue a statement, or whatever the press were demanding.

Draco and Harry had enlarged the bed and were inseparable, sitting side by side. Hermione and Ginny had to sleep in the nurse's office next door to allow the two men some privacy. They, Hermione and Ginny, had not mentioned the kiss, it seemed so trivial now, but it was there, lurking in their minds, waiting...

Harry was grinning at Hermione's comment and Draco smirked, "And why shouldn't there be? He is after all, The-Man-Who-Lived."

Harry looked at his lover and added, "Lived-for-you, you mean, kissing Draco's cheek, surprisingly, the cold Draco Malfoy had disappeared somewhere and Draco let Harry kiss him and even kissed Harry back (in public, if you can call Hermione public that is). Hermione cleared her throat before the two could get carried away, for the, what was it? Oh yes, sixth time that morning. They looked shocked, as though they had just realized that someone was int the room with them.

The door opened and bursts of sound entered, but were gone as the door closed, revealing a disheveled and very harassed looking Ginny Weasley. Hermione got up quickly and caught the red head before she collapsed. There was a sea of reporters, fans, and, horribly, even a few people who wanted to kill him because of loved ones killed in the war and blamed him.

Later that day, there was a knock on the door, Hermione opened it carefully, expecting either a clever reporter who had gotten past the guards, or a nurse with more food. But what she wasn't expecting, was the red haired, tired looking man who stood before her. His eyes widened when he saw her. She set her face and opened the door to allow him in. "Ron!"

A/N: Well, I had to leave a cliffy, I got tired, or rather, my hands got tired of typing... Review please! I'm sorry this took a while to update, hope you liked it. I know I rushed the 'Harry waking up' part, but it was a flook thing. I promise some more Hr/G action in the next chapter, the epilogue will come soon, but this is only the first part of this story... I'm pretty sure there will be a sequel, if you guys and gals want one, so review and let me know! Of course, this first part won't end for at least a couple chapters... I think.