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Disclaimer: Im only doing this, this time! I dont own anything except the story plotywoo thing.
It also gets a little descriptive here. Not bad but i thought Id warn you.
Harry awoke the next day, very stiff. Also, very grimy but that was besides the point. Harry evaluated his body and how damaged his body was. He prodded around a bit and found out his ribs were bruised and his back felt sprained. Another thing that was bugging him was his palms. They were cut jaggedly open by gravel and no doubt there was some pieces still stuck in there. Harry brushed off the ache of his groaning body, "It's not nearly as bad as it could have been." a cool, drawling voice callled out. Harry jumped, he hadn't known anyone else was in the room. "Who's there?" Harry called out, trying to keep fear from ebbing into his voice. "Oh please! What do you think I'm going to do? Rape you? I obviously wouldn't dirty myself with such a task." Draco let himself sound haughty. Harry burst out laughing, "Malfoy, Do you even think before you speak?"
Draco glared at him, "Shut it, now listen! I have to be stuck in here with you but we're doing this on my terms or I'll let your infections get worse and let you die from them. I only want you to do one thing...Don't ask me why I'm here. Ever. Again. Got it?" Even though Harry wasn't looking at Draco, he was sure the little man was frowning. So, Harry stood in bed and raised an eyebrow when he saw the man lying on the floor, "What're you doing down there?"
Draco rolled his eyes but didn't miss the geniune sound of worry in the other boys voice, " Well I have to stay in here since your a special patient." and at Harrys blank stare Draco continued, " and because you have the bed I have to take the floor." Draco then stood up and smoothed down his medi-robes and perfected his sleep tossled hair. "Prat," Harry muttered and was greeted with menacing grey eyes. Harry chuckled but the room soon filled with an awkward silence. "So, is there a shower around here?" Harry asked and Draco pointed to somewhere behind him. "I just love your descriptive words." Harry sighed in sarcasm and stood up, heading for the bathroom. After a few steps though, his leg muscles stiffened and he fell. Draco swore and went over to help him out. "I'll be makeing healing potions for you soon." is all Draco offered him as he set Harry on the toilet seat and left.
Harry stared at the bathtub for a moment and then some how managed to walk over to it, gripping onto things and making grunting sounds because of the injurys and the strain he was putting on them. Harry patted himself on the back for getting the bath started but then when he went to take his shirt off, it made his sore ribs burn and something pressed back into his lungs, making it hard to breathe. After the thrid time of becoming breathless, Harry gave up. "What am I going to do?" Harry thought. Then, he remembered Draco, "It wouldn't hurt if it was just my shirt right?" Harry mused over the idea and decided he really didn't want to shower with his shirt on.
"Draco!" Harry yelled. A soft, "Yes?" fluttered back at him. "I can't get my shirt off. Can you help?" Harry heard Draco swear and then his soft gait come closer towards the bathroom door. "It's not my fault I had to save the world." Harry bit back the rest of the sentance. The bathroom door opened and Draco peered in, "Are you decent?" Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, and it's not like I have anything on me you don't have anyways." Harry didn't fancy Draco seeing him in the nude but he felt like being a little dramatic. Draco raised an eyebrow, "Right..." and stepped up to Harry. "Can you lift your arms up?" "Yeah, not for long though, it's hard to breath when I do." Draco nodded and motioned for him to raise his hands up. Harry took a big breath and lifted his hands.
He almost gasped as smooth, cold hands gently but quickly touched the delicate skin of Harrys lower torso and then moved to grab the hem of his shirt. When Draco had the shirt halfway off, Harry winced and let a soft moan of discomfort fly from his lips. "Sorry, didn't mean to hit your rib." and he felt Draco's cool hand absentmindedly touch the aching spot before tugging the rest of the shirt off. Harry looked down to hide the blush that had crept up on his cheeks. "Thanks Draco. That's all I needed help with." Draco nodded but was staring at Harrys exposed skin. It was the color of light honey and scars and bruises were splattered all along the front of him. Which, in Draco's opinion, made Harry looke a whole lot better. It lent Harry the "tough and rugged" look.
So, Draco used the only excuse he had as he reached out and lightly let his finger trail down Harrys chest, "Im going to have to have to make a potion for this too," Draco's voice had become soft and low, Harry barely heard any of it. He was enjoying the feeling of Draco's cool finders make a small trail down his rather feverishly hot chest and torso. Harry shivered when Draco pulled away. "I'm going to...uh...take my bath now." Harry finally managed to choke out. He forced himself to look at Draco as he nodded and left, " What the HELL was that?" Harry asked himself. His heart rate had gone up and he was having wierd spasms, like he was cold.
Harry cursed and shut the new thoughts out of his mind, tightly. He didn't want to fathom over it. Harry still had other things on his mind like the Dark Lord. "Besides," Harry reasoned. " I'm just really lonely and Draco's the only one around right now." Harry refused any more thoughts of Draco as he finished his bath.
FIN! I hope that was ok...I don't know if that was very Dracoesqe..But I wanted to put something out there for you guys. I hope you like it and thank you to everyone who has reviewed!