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Warning: DH slash! But you knew that already.
A/N: I was just thinking. This can't really be rated R. Well at least not yet. And if I move this slowly then it won't ever reach the R rating. It is sad. In reality I'm trying to get used to the idea of writing something like this. Never done it before. That is why I'm trying to move slowly. Well enough about this constant ranting and let's see if this ever reaches the R rating. Oh and as always...thanks to all of you who reviewed! It means a lot to me! Wow! 30 reviews already! Just keep doing that because it encourages me to write even more!
Chapter 6:
'I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Every day
Is bluey grey, when he's not in town'
Harry was lying in his bed covered in sweat yet he still froze. His teeth clattered as he snuggled deeper into his blankets for more warmth. His throat was so sore. He couldn't speak. He had these strange dreams even though he was awake. Everything seemed so big. Almost frightening. The bed was spinning around with him in it and his head felt heavy and like he had a big sword in the back of his neck. He could hardly move.
"Harry! Harry, wake up, Harry!" he heard Ron scream. In reality he wasn't speaking any louder than usually. Yet Harry's head throbbed worse after every word he uttered.
The curtains were swiftly opened and the morning light hit Harry's eyes. He screwed them shut and tried to turn away from it but in vain. His body wouldn't obey him.
"Harry? Are you all right?" he heard Ron's worried voice above him. He felt a cool hand on his forehead and then on his cheeks. It hurt. He tried to make a disapproving sound but nothing came out.
"Oh, Harry you're burning up! Can you talk?" Ron asked worry now clearly visible in his baby blue eyes. Harry shook his head slightly and felt how the room started spinning even more. His head hurt so much he just wanted to be left alone and go back to sleep but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep because of the pain in his head and every other part of his body.
"Harry I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey, you need to get to the hospital wing," Ron said as he tucked Harry in and left the room hurriedly to get Madam Pomfrey. A few moments later Harry drifted into unconsciousness from all the pain and fever.
He woke up three hours later in the hospital wing. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to adjust them to the light that was coming in through one of the windows. His body felt heavy but he didn't hurt anymore. His fever was more or less gone too but he was still weak.
"Oh, Mr. Potter! I see you're awake. You gave us quite a scare this morning. You had high fever and you were talking in your sleep." He heard Madam Pomfrey's concerned voice. In no time she was standing beside his bed. Harry was still a little drowsy and he was a bit concerned about the talking-in-his-sleep part. He just hoped he didn't say anything stupid.
"It seems you are better. The fever is down and you aren't as pale as you were when they brought you in. How did you get this nasty cold anyway?" she asked but Harry didn't answer. She gave him a suspicious look but left it at that.
"Do you hurt anywhere?" Harry tried to speak but nothing came out. He just shook his head.
"I understand your voice isn't working very well because of this cold but I gave you a potion to at least take away the pain. You are going to have to stay here over the night in case your fever should go up during the night," she said. Harry nodded and he felt a little sleepy again.
"Don't go to sleep just yet Mr. Potter. You are going to have to drink something. Here's some juice," she said and gave him a glass of juice. Harry took it from her and started drinking. He hadn't noticed but he was very thirsty. Must have been because of the fever. When he was finished he handed Madam Pomfrey the glass and lay back closing his eyes. He slowly drifted of to sleep.
When he woke up a few hours later it was starting to get dark. He heard hushed voices from his side. It was Ron and Hermione. He didn't hear what they were saying and he wasn't sure he wanted to face them but he turned around anyway.
"Harry!" Hermione was on her feet and literally flew toward Harry's bed. She actually tripped on her own feet in excitement. She landed on her knees by the bed and smiled at Harry sheepishly. Ron smiled at that and walked over to Harry's side as well.
"How are you mate? We heard you had to stay over the night," he asked and looked at Harry concern showing in his blue eyes. The same look Hermione had in her brown ones.
"I'm fine, guys. I'm a little tired but otherwise I'm all right," Harry said to assure his friends. In reality he still felt a little weak and his head hurt a lot but he didn't want his friends to worry even more.
"How did you get this cold anyway? You were fine yesterday weren't you?" Ron asked a little suspiciously. Hermione sat down beside Harry on the bed.
"I guess I didn't put on enough clothes yesterday. I don't know," Harry said and shrugged. He still had difficulties talking because of his sore throat. He knew this was a lame excuse and that his friends probably wouldn't buy it but he refused to say more. He couldn't wait till he could leave the hospital wing. He hated being here. He didn't really like to have Ron and Hermione worrying about him either. And he really, really wanted to se the white wolf again. His Wolfie. He started to call it Wolfie because even though he knew the wolf wasn't really his and that it could leave him again like it did the last time he somehow felt that a part of the wolf was his anyway. He had the wolf's friendship and that was enough for him. It wasn't his pet and it didn't belong to him he knew that.
He felt a little happiness rise in him as he thought about the soft white fur he could play with and the way the proud and stoic wolf almost seemed to melt under his touch. The way it had licked his face as if trying to comfort him. These were things that made Harry forget for a while. Forget that he was sad because of Sirius and because of everything else that just wasn't fair in his life.
Ron and Hermione told him everything that happened that day. Fortunately they didn't have homework since it was a Sunday and Harry was thankful for that. They told him all the gossip that was travelling in the school. Like the one about Dean and Seamus. Rumours said they were involved with each other. Romantically. Ron who seemed a little shocked almost fell of the bed when Hermione told this but Harry looked unaffected. Sure, he was happy for the two but he didn't really care right now.
The two left two hours later when Harry politely told them that he was tired now and he needed to sleep.
Madam Pomfrey came in to check on him and she gave him a potion for the pain in his throat and head. He also had to drink a potion that would make him sleep better and another hour later he was fast asleep in his bed.
Draco had a bad day. He wasn't used to sleeping outside like he had last night. He rarely did and even though he was a wolf it was beneath him to sleep anywhere else but in his own bed. 'The things you do for love!' he thought as he stretched his sore limbs. 'Or should I say the things you do to survive.' He thought bitterly as he saw Blaise waltz in to the Great Hall for dinner. He had successfully avoided the dark-haired Slytherin all day but he guessed it was time for him to confront him. He couldn't say he wasn't nervous but his Malfoy nature would never let him show it.
"Hello, Dragon," the dark-haired boy purred in his ear as he sat down. His eyes flashed yellow for a second as he grinned at Draco. They started eating and Draco wondered why Blaise hadn't said anything about his absence from the dorms last night. Not that he wanted to tell him. But the boy's silence made him nervous. He glanced at him suspiciously but he seemed to be involved in a heated conversation with Pansy.
Draco shrugged and kept eating. He looked over at the Gryffindor table to see if Potter was there but he wasn't. Draco wasn't very happy about that. Where was he? Since he had deliberately missed breakfast and lunch so he wouldn't have to face Blaise he didn't know that the Gryffindor hadn't been there at all today. He was a little worried. It was an irritating feeling. Worrying about someone who was supposed to be your enemy. He was angry with himself but he couldn't help the way he felt. He needed to know what happened to Potter. He needed to know he was all right. That he came back to his room safe. It made him angry and he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He went back to his food but didn't eat. He just poked in it until it became a cold and disgusting mess.
When he was finished he stood to leave but he felt fingers wrap themselves around his wrist and he was being pulled back into a sitting position as Blaise leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"We'll talk tonight in our dorm. Don't even think about escaping, my Dragon." His eyes flashed a dangerous colour of yellow and he let go of Draco's wrist.
Draco stood and left the Great Hall. This was just wonderful, now he had to face Blaise after all. Not that he didn't know he would, but still. With everything else on his mind this was about the last thing he needed. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone was walking in front of him and he walked right into that person.
"Watch where you're going, Ferret-boy!" he heard the voice of one Ron Weasley. He stood up quickly and started dusting of his robes.
"Well it's not my fault that losers like you are invisible to people like me," he said and managed to smirk evilly at the redhead.
Ron saw red and was about to jump on Malfoy and beat him into next week when Hermione put her hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
"No, Ron! He's not worth it. Besides, we have to go see Harry in the Hospital Wing, remember?" she said desperately holding Ron back. The boy relaxed a bit and took Hermione's hand as he sent a hateful look toward Draco before walking off to the Hospital Wing.
Draco stood there and stared at the retreating backs of Potter's friends. Potter was in the Hospital Wing? Why? Was he all right? He was very concerned now and he just wanted to run of to the Hospital Wing to make sure the boy was going to be all right. He figured Harry must have caught a cold or something. It wouldn't surprise him at all since the two were outside for a long time last night and Harry only had his pyjamas on. When he thought about this he became even more worried. But he didn't do as his heart told him to. He just went to the Forest. A place where he could be alone and think. And wait until night fell.
As soon as it was past curfew Draco ran back to the school. Carefully so he wouldn't be seen he made his way to the Hospital Wing. It was dark everywhere in the corridor and he hoped he wouldn't get caught sneaking in to see Potter of all people. He also hoped that the Weasel and the Mudblood didn't break curfew just to stay with their precious Potter. He scowled at the thought as he silently opened the door to the Hospital Wing. He stuck his head in to make sure the nurse wasn't around and when he saw it was all dark in the room save the moonlight that came in through the large windows, he slipped in and closed the door as silently as he had opened it.
He took a deep breath and felt his heart racing as he walked between the beds. It wasn't hard to miss his target since there was only one bed in there that was occupied. He recognized the dark hair poking out from the sheets. His heart melted and he felt his knees go weak from the sight that was Harry Potter asleep.
He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his left arm over his stomach. He was lying on his back and his head was slightly tilted to the right toward Draco.
He sat down in a chair near the bed and watched the sleeping boy. He didn't notice it himself but he had a little smile on his lips. Not the usual smirk but a real smile. One he rarely if ever showed.
The boy in front of him was pure perfection. His unruly, raven hair, the long black lashes that fell upon his pale cheeks. The cute nose. Draco noticed he had a few freckles on them. They just made him even more beautiful, even more perfect. The pale moonlight that fell upon him made his skin look like it was glowing. It contrasted to his black locks. The only thing Draco wanted was for him to open his beautiful eyes and look at him. That was crazy though. As much as he wanted it to happen he also feared it because that would mean that was caught.
Caught staring at a sleeping Harry Potter? That was so crazy he just wanted to run and never look back. Once again for the millionth time he was asking himself just what he was doing. At the same time he thought that as long as he didn't get caught this was all right. He relaxed and resumed watching Harry sleep.
"So beautiful," he said in a whisper and without thinking he reached out his hand to brush away a few black hairs from the boy's forehead. He barely touched him so the boy wouldn't wake up. As his fingers came in contact with Harry's forehead he felt the heat coming from it, indicating the boy was sick and had a fever. Draco didn't like this. He was relieved though because Harry didn't seem to be too sick. He didn't even notice just how worried he was about the boy. Sure he admitted to himself that against his own wishes he liked the boy and was worried about him but he didn't realize he could be this concerned. That he could care this much. He was a little afraid.
He looked over Harry again and felt his heart flutter once again. His eyes were burning and soon he couldn't see clearly because of the tears that clouded them. Harry was just so beautiful and so vulnerable it hurt in his chest. He felt that he had to protect him from the whole world. He just wanted to take him in his arms and just...protect him. Because he knew that in his arms Harry would be safe. There he could sleep without ever having a nightmare again because he would be there to protect him from that too.
"Merlin, Potter. You always win," he said in a low tone and stroked the other boy's hand lightly. He wondered what it would feel like to feel his warm lips against his own again. It couldn't hurt. Right? He was asleep. Pomfrey probably gave him some sleeping potion so he wouldn't wake up. That being the last coherent thought he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the other boy's. He had to close his eyes against his will. The feeling he got was fire through his veins. He wanted to press his lips harder against the other boy's but instead he drew back and looked at him again.
The blood froze in his veins and he didn't know what to do. Harry's eyes were open. He looked very confused like someone who just woke up. Well he did but that wasn't the point. Draco panicked.
"Wolfie?" he heard Potter's weak voice. He didn't sound like usually. It must have been because of the pain and the cold.
Draco just wanted to turn around and run. Instead he took Potter's blankets and tucked him in gently while the boy closed his beautiful green eyes again.
"Sleep tight," he whispered in his ear but the boy was already asleep. And lucky for Draco or Harry would have killed him on the spot, sick or not.
Slowly and quietly he exited the Hospital Wing thinking about all the stupid things he had done that night. It was so unlike him. Potter brought out sides of him he didn't even know existed. Like the fact that he cared about Potter. This all scared him beyond belief. But he knew it felt right. All of it. He also knew that he didn't want anyone to take this away from him. That is why no one would find out about it. Including Potter.
Suddenly he was stopped by someone grabbing hold of his arm and dragging him into a dark corner. He felt a hand over his mouth and a hard body pressing against his back.
"Nice to see you, Dragon," came the smooth voice of Blaise Zabini. He felt a tongue on his neck and then a pair of fangs grazing against his skin. It was enough to bruise and he felt blood trickling down his neck before Blaise licked it away. He tried to push him away but to no avail.
Blaise swung them both around so Draco was pressed against a wall.
"You have been a bad Dragon, my sweet," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He stroked Draco's face roughly and his eyes flashed yellow in anger.
"You promised me that you would talk to me tonight. But you obviously forgot about that. And you seem to have forgotten about a certain rule. The one that says..." he pressed Draco roughly into the wall and the smile left his face and his eyes kept their yellow glow, "..no meeting humans while you are in your wolf form!"
Draco tried not to show his fear and succeeded pretty well. He was a Malfoy after all. Underneath the mask though he was trembling. He had seen their leader angry on countless occasions but right now he seemed to be ready to kill. This was never a pretty sight. He knew this little meeting wouldn't end well.
"I didn't break the rules," he said calmly and he knew it was true. Well at least half of it. He didn't see Harry in his wolf form though Blaise thought so because it was late night. Whenever they were out at night it was in their wolf form. Besides he knew Blaise talked about last night.
"You have someone's scent all over you. It is a human! You know you're not supposed to!" he growled but it wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear and Draco knew that. Blaise looked at him with something akin sympathy in his eyes as he said the last part.
"You know I hate to punish you. But I have to. You belong to me!" he said and he moved closer in an amazing speed and bit down on Draco's neck. He bit till he felt the blood fill his mouth and then he let go, only to do the same thing on the other side. Draco winced but he refused to let Blaise know it hurt. He knew Blaise wouldn't kill him but it was going to hurt. Even more than now. His eyes became expressionless and he didn't even try to fight it as Blaise bit him all over his body.
In the Hospital Wing Harry awoke with a start. He knew something was wrong. He just didn't know what it was. It felt like someone dear to him was in danger. He tried to breathe evenly and told himself it was just his fever. He lay down on the bed again and tried to sleep again.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I'm suffering from writers block. I'm doing my best to write this though because I promised myself I would finish this. Mostly because I never ever finish anything I start but I'm enjoying myself while I'm writing this so it's different this time. I WILL finish this if it's the last thing I do! Anyway, I would like to wish you all a happy new year! Now review and I'll do my best to update as fast as I can. Who knows, maybe if I get lots of reviews my writers block will be cured. ^^
Warning: DH slash! But you knew that already.
A/N: I was just thinking. This can't really be rated R. Well at least not yet. And if I move this slowly then it won't ever reach the R rating. It is sad. In reality I'm trying to get used to the idea of writing something like this. Never done it before. That is why I'm trying to move slowly. Well enough about this constant ranting and let's see if this ever reaches the R rating. Oh and as always...thanks to all of you who reviewed! It means a lot to me! Wow! 30 reviews already! Just keep doing that because it encourages me to write even more!
Chapter 6:
'I find that I can't breathe and I can't sleep
When he's not around
Every day
Is bluey grey, when he's not in town'
Harry was lying in his bed covered in sweat yet he still froze. His teeth clattered as he snuggled deeper into his blankets for more warmth. His throat was so sore. He couldn't speak. He had these strange dreams even though he was awake. Everything seemed so big. Almost frightening. The bed was spinning around with him in it and his head felt heavy and like he had a big sword in the back of his neck. He could hardly move.
"Harry! Harry, wake up, Harry!" he heard Ron scream. In reality he wasn't speaking any louder than usually. Yet Harry's head throbbed worse after every word he uttered.
The curtains were swiftly opened and the morning light hit Harry's eyes. He screwed them shut and tried to turn away from it but in vain. His body wouldn't obey him.
"Harry? Are you all right?" he heard Ron's worried voice above him. He felt a cool hand on his forehead and then on his cheeks. It hurt. He tried to make a disapproving sound but nothing came out.
"Oh, Harry you're burning up! Can you talk?" Ron asked worry now clearly visible in his baby blue eyes. Harry shook his head slightly and felt how the room started spinning even more. His head hurt so much he just wanted to be left alone and go back to sleep but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep because of the pain in his head and every other part of his body.
"Harry I'm going to get Madam Pomfrey, you need to get to the hospital wing," Ron said as he tucked Harry in and left the room hurriedly to get Madam Pomfrey. A few moments later Harry drifted into unconsciousness from all the pain and fever.
He woke up three hours later in the hospital wing. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to adjust them to the light that was coming in through one of the windows. His body felt heavy but he didn't hurt anymore. His fever was more or less gone too but he was still weak.
"Oh, Mr. Potter! I see you're awake. You gave us quite a scare this morning. You had high fever and you were talking in your sleep." He heard Madam Pomfrey's concerned voice. In no time she was standing beside his bed. Harry was still a little drowsy and he was a bit concerned about the talking-in-his-sleep part. He just hoped he didn't say anything stupid.
"It seems you are better. The fever is down and you aren't as pale as you were when they brought you in. How did you get this nasty cold anyway?" she asked but Harry didn't answer. She gave him a suspicious look but left it at that.
"Do you hurt anywhere?" Harry tried to speak but nothing came out. He just shook his head.
"I understand your voice isn't working very well because of this cold but I gave you a potion to at least take away the pain. You are going to have to stay here over the night in case your fever should go up during the night," she said. Harry nodded and he felt a little sleepy again.
"Don't go to sleep just yet Mr. Potter. You are going to have to drink something. Here's some juice," she said and gave him a glass of juice. Harry took it from her and started drinking. He hadn't noticed but he was very thirsty. Must have been because of the fever. When he was finished he handed Madam Pomfrey the glass and lay back closing his eyes. He slowly drifted of to sleep.
When he woke up a few hours later it was starting to get dark. He heard hushed voices from his side. It was Ron and Hermione. He didn't hear what they were saying and he wasn't sure he wanted to face them but he turned around anyway.
"Harry!" Hermione was on her feet and literally flew toward Harry's bed. She actually tripped on her own feet in excitement. She landed on her knees by the bed and smiled at Harry sheepishly. Ron smiled at that and walked over to Harry's side as well.
"How are you mate? We heard you had to stay over the night," he asked and looked at Harry concern showing in his blue eyes. The same look Hermione had in her brown ones.
"I'm fine, guys. I'm a little tired but otherwise I'm all right," Harry said to assure his friends. In reality he still felt a little weak and his head hurt a lot but he didn't want his friends to worry even more.
"How did you get this cold anyway? You were fine yesterday weren't you?" Ron asked a little suspiciously. Hermione sat down beside Harry on the bed.
"I guess I didn't put on enough clothes yesterday. I don't know," Harry said and shrugged. He still had difficulties talking because of his sore throat. He knew this was a lame excuse and that his friends probably wouldn't buy it but he refused to say more. He couldn't wait till he could leave the hospital wing. He hated being here. He didn't really like to have Ron and Hermione worrying about him either. And he really, really wanted to se the white wolf again. His Wolfie. He started to call it Wolfie because even though he knew the wolf wasn't really his and that it could leave him again like it did the last time he somehow felt that a part of the wolf was his anyway. He had the wolf's friendship and that was enough for him. It wasn't his pet and it didn't belong to him he knew that.
He felt a little happiness rise in him as he thought about the soft white fur he could play with and the way the proud and stoic wolf almost seemed to melt under his touch. The way it had licked his face as if trying to comfort him. These were things that made Harry forget for a while. Forget that he was sad because of Sirius and because of everything else that just wasn't fair in his life.
Ron and Hermione told him everything that happened that day. Fortunately they didn't have homework since it was a Sunday and Harry was thankful for that. They told him all the gossip that was travelling in the school. Like the one about Dean and Seamus. Rumours said they were involved with each other. Romantically. Ron who seemed a little shocked almost fell of the bed when Hermione told this but Harry looked unaffected. Sure, he was happy for the two but he didn't really care right now.
The two left two hours later when Harry politely told them that he was tired now and he needed to sleep.
Madam Pomfrey came in to check on him and she gave him a potion for the pain in his throat and head. He also had to drink a potion that would make him sleep better and another hour later he was fast asleep in his bed.
Draco had a bad day. He wasn't used to sleeping outside like he had last night. He rarely did and even though he was a wolf it was beneath him to sleep anywhere else but in his own bed. 'The things you do for love!' he thought as he stretched his sore limbs. 'Or should I say the things you do to survive.' He thought bitterly as he saw Blaise waltz in to the Great Hall for dinner. He had successfully avoided the dark-haired Slytherin all day but he guessed it was time for him to confront him. He couldn't say he wasn't nervous but his Malfoy nature would never let him show it.
"Hello, Dragon," the dark-haired boy purred in his ear as he sat down. His eyes flashed yellow for a second as he grinned at Draco. They started eating and Draco wondered why Blaise hadn't said anything about his absence from the dorms last night. Not that he wanted to tell him. But the boy's silence made him nervous. He glanced at him suspiciously but he seemed to be involved in a heated conversation with Pansy.
Draco shrugged and kept eating. He looked over at the Gryffindor table to see if Potter was there but he wasn't. Draco wasn't very happy about that. Where was he? Since he had deliberately missed breakfast and lunch so he wouldn't have to face Blaise he didn't know that the Gryffindor hadn't been there at all today. He was a little worried. It was an irritating feeling. Worrying about someone who was supposed to be your enemy. He was angry with himself but he couldn't help the way he felt. He needed to know what happened to Potter. He needed to know he was all right. That he came back to his room safe. It made him angry and he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He went back to his food but didn't eat. He just poked in it until it became a cold and disgusting mess.
When he was finished he stood to leave but he felt fingers wrap themselves around his wrist and he was being pulled back into a sitting position as Blaise leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
"We'll talk tonight in our dorm. Don't even think about escaping, my Dragon." His eyes flashed a dangerous colour of yellow and he let go of Draco's wrist.
Draco stood and left the Great Hall. This was just wonderful, now he had to face Blaise after all. Not that he didn't know he would, but still. With everything else on his mind this was about the last thing he needed. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice someone was walking in front of him and he walked right into that person.
"Watch where you're going, Ferret-boy!" he heard the voice of one Ron Weasley. He stood up quickly and started dusting of his robes.
"Well it's not my fault that losers like you are invisible to people like me," he said and managed to smirk evilly at the redhead.
Ron saw red and was about to jump on Malfoy and beat him into next week when Hermione put her hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
"No, Ron! He's not worth it. Besides, we have to go see Harry in the Hospital Wing, remember?" she said desperately holding Ron back. The boy relaxed a bit and took Hermione's hand as he sent a hateful look toward Draco before walking off to the Hospital Wing.
Draco stood there and stared at the retreating backs of Potter's friends. Potter was in the Hospital Wing? Why? Was he all right? He was very concerned now and he just wanted to run of to the Hospital Wing to make sure the boy was going to be all right. He figured Harry must have caught a cold or something. It wouldn't surprise him at all since the two were outside for a long time last night and Harry only had his pyjamas on. When he thought about this he became even more worried. But he didn't do as his heart told him to. He just went to the Forest. A place where he could be alone and think. And wait until night fell.
As soon as it was past curfew Draco ran back to the school. Carefully so he wouldn't be seen he made his way to the Hospital Wing. It was dark everywhere in the corridor and he hoped he wouldn't get caught sneaking in to see Potter of all people. He also hoped that the Weasel and the Mudblood didn't break curfew just to stay with their precious Potter. He scowled at the thought as he silently opened the door to the Hospital Wing. He stuck his head in to make sure the nurse wasn't around and when he saw it was all dark in the room save the moonlight that came in through the large windows, he slipped in and closed the door as silently as he had opened it.
He took a deep breath and felt his heart racing as he walked between the beds. It wasn't hard to miss his target since there was only one bed in there that was occupied. He recognized the dark hair poking out from the sheets. His heart melted and he felt his knees go weak from the sight that was Harry Potter asleep.
He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his left arm over his stomach. He was lying on his back and his head was slightly tilted to the right toward Draco.
He sat down in a chair near the bed and watched the sleeping boy. He didn't notice it himself but he had a little smile on his lips. Not the usual smirk but a real smile. One he rarely if ever showed.
The boy in front of him was pure perfection. His unruly, raven hair, the long black lashes that fell upon his pale cheeks. The cute nose. Draco noticed he had a few freckles on them. They just made him even more beautiful, even more perfect. The pale moonlight that fell upon him made his skin look like it was glowing. It contrasted to his black locks. The only thing Draco wanted was for him to open his beautiful eyes and look at him. That was crazy though. As much as he wanted it to happen he also feared it because that would mean that was caught.
Caught staring at a sleeping Harry Potter? That was so crazy he just wanted to run and never look back. Once again for the millionth time he was asking himself just what he was doing. At the same time he thought that as long as he didn't get caught this was all right. He relaxed and resumed watching Harry sleep.
"So beautiful," he said in a whisper and without thinking he reached out his hand to brush away a few black hairs from the boy's forehead. He barely touched him so the boy wouldn't wake up. As his fingers came in contact with Harry's forehead he felt the heat coming from it, indicating the boy was sick and had a fever. Draco didn't like this. He was relieved though because Harry didn't seem to be too sick. He didn't even notice just how worried he was about the boy. Sure he admitted to himself that against his own wishes he liked the boy and was worried about him but he didn't realize he could be this concerned. That he could care this much. He was a little afraid.
He looked over Harry again and felt his heart flutter once again. His eyes were burning and soon he couldn't see clearly because of the tears that clouded them. Harry was just so beautiful and so vulnerable it hurt in his chest. He felt that he had to protect him from the whole world. He just wanted to take him in his arms and just...protect him. Because he knew that in his arms Harry would be safe. There he could sleep without ever having a nightmare again because he would be there to protect him from that too.
"Merlin, Potter. You always win," he said in a low tone and stroked the other boy's hand lightly. He wondered what it would feel like to feel his warm lips against his own again. It couldn't hurt. Right? He was asleep. Pomfrey probably gave him some sleeping potion so he wouldn't wake up. That being the last coherent thought he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the other boy's. He had to close his eyes against his will. The feeling he got was fire through his veins. He wanted to press his lips harder against the other boy's but instead he drew back and looked at him again.
The blood froze in his veins and he didn't know what to do. Harry's eyes were open. He looked very confused like someone who just woke up. Well he did but that wasn't the point. Draco panicked.
"Wolfie?" he heard Potter's weak voice. He didn't sound like usually. It must have been because of the pain and the cold.
Draco just wanted to turn around and run. Instead he took Potter's blankets and tucked him in gently while the boy closed his beautiful green eyes again.
"Sleep tight," he whispered in his ear but the boy was already asleep. And lucky for Draco or Harry would have killed him on the spot, sick or not.
Slowly and quietly he exited the Hospital Wing thinking about all the stupid things he had done that night. It was so unlike him. Potter brought out sides of him he didn't even know existed. Like the fact that he cared about Potter. This all scared him beyond belief. But he knew it felt right. All of it. He also knew that he didn't want anyone to take this away from him. That is why no one would find out about it. Including Potter.
Suddenly he was stopped by someone grabbing hold of his arm and dragging him into a dark corner. He felt a hand over his mouth and a hard body pressing against his back.
"Nice to see you, Dragon," came the smooth voice of Blaise Zabini. He felt a tongue on his neck and then a pair of fangs grazing against his skin. It was enough to bruise and he felt blood trickling down his neck before Blaise licked it away. He tried to push him away but to no avail.
Blaise swung them both around so Draco was pressed against a wall.
"You have been a bad Dragon, my sweet," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He stroked Draco's face roughly and his eyes flashed yellow in anger.
"You promised me that you would talk to me tonight. But you obviously forgot about that. And you seem to have forgotten about a certain rule. The one that says..." he pressed Draco roughly into the wall and the smile left his face and his eyes kept their yellow glow, "..no meeting humans while you are in your wolf form!"
Draco tried not to show his fear and succeeded pretty well. He was a Malfoy after all. Underneath the mask though he was trembling. He had seen their leader angry on countless occasions but right now he seemed to be ready to kill. This was never a pretty sight. He knew this little meeting wouldn't end well.
"I didn't break the rules," he said calmly and he knew it was true. Well at least half of it. He didn't see Harry in his wolf form though Blaise thought so because it was late night. Whenever they were out at night it was in their wolf form. Besides he knew Blaise talked about last night.
"You have someone's scent all over you. It is a human! You know you're not supposed to!" he growled but it wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear and Draco knew that. Blaise looked at him with something akin sympathy in his eyes as he said the last part.
"You know I hate to punish you. But I have to. You belong to me!" he said and he moved closer in an amazing speed and bit down on Draco's neck. He bit till he felt the blood fill his mouth and then he let go, only to do the same thing on the other side. Draco winced but he refused to let Blaise know it hurt. He knew Blaise wouldn't kill him but it was going to hurt. Even more than now. His eyes became expressionless and he didn't even try to fight it as Blaise bit him all over his body.
In the Hospital Wing Harry awoke with a start. He knew something was wrong. He just didn't know what it was. It felt like someone dear to him was in danger. He tried to breathe evenly and told himself it was just his fever. He lay down on the bed again and tried to sleep again.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I'm suffering from writers block. I'm doing my best to write this though because I promised myself I would finish this. Mostly because I never ever finish anything I start but I'm enjoying myself while I'm writing this so it's different this time. I WILL finish this if it's the last thing I do! Anyway, I would like to wish you all a happy new year! Now review and I'll do my best to update as fast as I can. Who knows, maybe if I get lots of reviews my writers block will be cured. ^^