Author's Rambling (And Actual Important Note, Ooh):

Me: Ahh! Ahh! Stop! Ok. Hello, all mine loverly palleies and such. Now, Nikki-chan and I were talking--

Nikki-chan: Fighting,

Me: BIH, B. Anyways, the point is, we just wanted to know how many guys are out there and reading this. Leave it in a review or...something...I don't know, and I STILL have to find a new e-mail address. One not EVERYONE knows the password to.

Nikki-chan: Oh, for God's sake, I said I was SORRY!


Disclaimer: Smile for the Birdy! It's saying something? Can you hear it? "…Eff off, ya damn perverts. I am showering."

Hmph. I thought it was funny…by the way, I don't own it.


Vindicated
I am selfish, I am wrong
I am right, I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am
flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
And I am seeing in me now the things you
Swore you saw yourself

-Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional (Put here cuz it's my fav song.)


Dying In a Rush Of Passion Makes It Better

issalee


Harry frowned.

He was sitting in the Hospital Wing, flexing his limbs after having woken up. Next to him was another bed, upon which a feverish looking Draco Malfoy was mumbling slightly. Every few moments or so, he could catch a few words coming from the Slytherin's mouth, such as his name, and several apologies.

At the moment there was no one inside. When he had awoken, it was just in time to hear the double-doors shutting, suggesting that Madame Pomfrey had left for a probably much-needed break. Surrounding him and Draco were several get-well presents, and even a basket filled with a few things from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Harry didn't touch it, as he suspected Ron may have taken advantage of his status as the brother of the proprietors, and might have smuggled in a few—unsafe things.

The Gryffindor shook his head to get rid of the distracting thoughts, and got back to the matter at hand which he was hankering to mull over: he'd willingly kissed Draco Malfoy.

It didn't bother him that it was a boy; he'd known for quite a long time, and the fact that Hermione and even Ron had known before him made him blush even now. He was absolutely horrid at hiding such things, which would probably explain why the whole of Gryffindor and a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs hadn't been surprised when a rumor had been spread about it.

What annoyed him to the point of near insanity was the fact that it was Malfoy!

…MALFOY?

Of all the—

Harry blushed an even brighter shade of red as he buried his head in his arms, remembering the kiss from—when had it been, the night before? It felt like ages and ages had passed by.

A sneeze came from the bed beside him, and before he could check himself Harry looked over worriedly to see what was going on.

And found a pair of slightly glazed gray eyes staring back at him.

"Funny, real funny," he muttered, as a smirk graced the features of the blonde at the look of surprise of Harry's face.

"Oh," Draco said, voice catching slightly. "You have no idea."

There was a moment of silence between them before Harry spoke up again. "How're you feeling? Madame Pomfrey left a few moments ago…if you want I could go find her…"

Draco snorted, but didn't say a word. Harry didn't miss the fact that there was still red tingeing his cheeks.

"You're really sick." He said solemnly.

Draco looked over at him incredulously. "I spent a day in the pouring rain. You've got to fucking with me if you think I wouldn't get sick."

"Er…" Harry blushed even more deeply, and was horrified when Draco looked at him with amusement evident on his face.

"You really didn't think of it?"

"I was…sort of busy trying…to get you out of the water…and…that's it." Harry finished lamely. Draco shook his head.

"Yeah, sure, but it was after that I'm talking about. I was sneezing as though Id just sniffed a whole bottle of pepper!"

Harry thought that was a bit unfair; miffed, he replied curtly. "Well, you know when you're getting kissed the way I was you can't help but not notice little things like that." The green eyes glittered dangerously before widening comically as the Gryffindor covered his mouth with a small 'oh'.

Draco cocked an eyebrow, sitting up in bed with a small wince. "Getting kissed the way you were? Excuse me, can I take that as a compliment?"

Harry, too mortified to answer, starting banging the palm of his hand against his head. He groaned as he hit himself with a predominantly hard one, and then let the hand down. Draco was watching him with some unreadable emotion. Harry just barely noticed the fact that two of the iron railings behind him had been slightly indented before the blonde shifted it, blocking them.

"Don't go killing yourself over me, Potter."

Harry shook of the curious feeling he was getting. "So it's back to Potter now? Whatever happened to 'Harry'?"

Draco didn't miss the thinly veiled jibe. "Shut up."

"Make me."

"I would if I could."

"Meaning you can't?"

"No." Then, after a moment's hesitation: "Because I won't." The Slytherin flipped over to his other side and refused to acknowledge the presence of the boy beside him.

Harry eyed Draco's back curiously, before a wide grin split his face.

Well, now, it seemed like he was not the only one with doubts.

Harry turned over and lifted the covers over his head, feeling slightly victorious as he drifted off to sleep. He didn't wake up for quite a while, even when Madame Pomfrey returned along with several students in tow.

Life, for once, was put on hold.


When Harry awoke again, this time he found it to be extremely early morning, around five he guessed. Draco was still next to him, and still sleeping. Harry studied the way the Slytherin's hair spilled about his face, as though it were a halo, but only for a moment.

Immediately after, his stomach decided to complain and it growled in protest. Sighing, Harry slipped out of the bed, running fingers through hair he was sure had gone wild by now. He let a hand automatically go towards his dresser, expecting his glasses, but found none.

Oh.

If he wanted his glasses now, he'd have to swim down to the bottom of the lake. Ruffling his hair in an even more annoyed stint, Harry growled under his breath as he cast about for clothes. He was about to go mad with frustration when he found a small basket, tucked neatly away from the others. In Hermione's bold script was written:

Dear Harry, I thought you might need this. Love much, Hermione

Harry peered into the basket and was gratified to see a pair of trousers and a shirt at the bottom. He pulled out the black slacks and slid into the black t-shirt (bearing a Vans decal) marveling at how well Hermione knew him. He grinned, thinking that if it weren't for his choice in people, he'd definitely have married Hermione quite a while back. Plus, Ron would kill him.

He started as Draco turned over, muttering and still a little feverish. Harry hesitated only a moment before crossing over to the other bed. He smoothed back some of the hair that was cascading into Draco's face, and grabbed the rubber band he'd seen on the stand next to the bed, tying back the silky white-blonde hair with it.

"That, Malfoy, was just because of my damn Gryffindor sympathy." Harry whispered it, then turned and slowly tiptoed out of the room. Behind him, Draco let a grateful smile flit across his face before falling back asleep.


Harry crept round the hallways carefully, unsure whether or not he wanted to meet any professors yet. Thankfully, he made it to the kitchens without incident. As soon as he tickled the pear, though, he was all but dragged inside.

"Harry Potter sir! Dobby is glad to be seeing you is alive! Pomp-pee would not let Dobby in, even when Dobby says he is friend of Harry Potter sir."

Harry blinked, trying his best to see clearly at the small creature sitting on his chest. Dobby was a little blurred around the edges, but it was nothing as bad as when Harry had first gotten his glasses. Frowning slightly at that, he sat up.

"Er…thanks, Dobby. I'll tell Madame Pomfrey to let you in later. Do you have any food I could have?"

"Oh, anything for Harry Potter sir!" Dobby exclaimed. "Would Harry Potter like it brought to Hospital Wing?"

"No thanks." Harry replied, shaking his head. "I'll carry it myself." As Dobby bowed and went off to get the food, Harry held up a hand.

"Wait. Dobby…do you have…strawberries?"


Draco woke up almost an hour later, blinking blearily as he attempted to sort out his surroundings. He'd a most nauseating dream the other night—Lucius had been coming after him, and his mother's body was lying behind him, still.

Shivering slightly, Draco rubbed at his eyes and sat up.

"Finally, Malfoy, I was starting to wonder how long it was going to take you to wake up. I made a lot of noise when I walked in."

The blonde's head turned slowly until he was staring straight into the jade-green eyes. "What?"

Harry was sitting on his bed, eating one of the chocolate frogs Ginny had left for him. He pointed to the foot of Draco's bed, where he had left a tray. On it, there was a mound of strawberries and whipped cream. (A/N: Anyone else with naughty thoughts now?)

"I think I'd rather if you didn't latch onto me for a while now, and Parkinson explained a couple of things so…yeah." Harry said carefully.

Draco didn't say a word. He leaned down, picked up one of the strawberries and popped it into his mouth, chewing experimentally. A moment later, a lopsided grin that, for some odd reason made Harry beam appeared on his face.

"It tastes like heaven."

Harry smiled again. "Nice to know. Toss me one? I just had a sandwich earlier on…" He caught the one Draco had thrown, grimacing as whipped cream stuck to his fingers. "Oh, yuck."

"You didn't ask me to clean it off for you." Draco replied, licking the cream from his own fingers. Harry tore his eyes away from the blonde's actions and ate the berry, chewing thoughtfully.

"So, does this mean you can only eat food I would probably never get tired of?"

Draco stopped eating, but only for a moment as he shrugged. "I guess so."

Harry turned to face him. "You know that's not my favorite food, right? I have another one…that, surprisingly, no one knows about. And no, I'm not telling you."

Draco sulked. "You'd think I'd have a right to know, seeing as it's going to end up being the only thing I can eat for a while."

"No."

Draco looked surprised. "Are you kidding? Potter, you're a malevolent, sadistic, son of a—"

"I'm taking away your strawberries if you finish that sentence badly." Harry flipped the card he had been reading to the other side.

"—Wonderful woman whom I would have given anything I own to meet."

Harry nodded, and Draco growled. "Since when have you been so much like a Slytherin, Potter? I thought you were supposed to be nice."

"I was nice." Harry brushed a few strands of hair from his face. "But that was quite a while ago." He uncrossed his legs and jumped off the bed, walking over to sit on the edge of Draco's with absolutely no hesitation. Draco stared.

"What's wrong with you? Where's Harry Potter?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not a morning person. Give me a strawberry." Draco, however, snatched the bowl and held it behind his back, sneering at the other boy.

"Over my dead body."

Famous last words.

In a moment the two boys were tussling for the bright red fruit in seconds. Draco grabbed one of Harry's wrists, pinning it down with a shoulder while the former gripped one of his own wrists and pinned it behind his own head. Draco bared his fangs, snapping them at Harry, who drew back. The Slytherin took this opportunity to push Harry off him and grab for the bowl, which, unfortunately, tipped over.

Harry let out a dismayed little noise as most of it hit his face, and the rest of the strawberries fell onto the ground. Recovering his composure quite quickly, the green-eyed boy growled ferociously and lunged forward, pushing Draco back down. It was during this move that both boys caught a glimpse of red in the tangled bed sheets. One glance was exchanged, and then it was all for one as they both reached for it.

A moment later, Draco was straddling Harry's waist triumphantly, but sadly, with no strawberry in sight. Leaning down, he flicked a lock of hair from his eyes and tried to regain as much of a menacing figure as he could.

"Do you have the fruit, Potter?"

Harry shook his head, no.

"Don't lie. Where is it?"

Another shake of the head.

Frustrated, Draco was about to get off when a sudden thought struck him. A slow smile spread over his features. "Open your mouth, Potter."

Harry's eyes widened almost foolishly, and he tried to shake his head again, but Draco was suddenly way too close. "Please…Harry." Harry stared, transfixed by the sudden gentle Draco that had appeared.

Draco, in the meanwhile, was having quite a few revelations of his own. With whipped cream on one side of his face, and a hidden treasure in his mouth…well, this was certainly appealing.

He closed the distance between them quickly giving Harry only a gentle kiss before he went on to licking the Gryffindor's cheek, where the cream remained. Harry shivered at the gentle caress, and Draco ceased his administrations.

"Give me the strawberry?"

Harry was still dazed, but he managed a firm but muffled decline. It was all he could do not to cry out as Draco's lips crashed against his once more, soliciting a gasp from the surprised Gryffindor.

With Harry's mouth open, Draco's tongue very quickly and skillfully found the fruit, but he soon forgot it as something even better joined him—Harry. The Boy-Who-Hated-To-Stand-Down was kissing back, fiercely, as though he'd never get such a chance again. Fire ignited in the veins of them both, propelling Draco to let his tongue swing almost lazily round Harry's mouth, until the other responded with an equally enthusiastic moan that sent shivers up Draco's spine. Unbeknownst to them both, the strawberry was now gone and done, having been swallowed by them both during their arduous activities. Not like either of them cared.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, straining to get closer as the other boy continued his heated kisses. The blonde let out a gasp of his own that quickly turned into a moan; Harry had found the fangs, and his tongue was becoming greatly enamored with them.

But then, they both vaguely heard the door open, and a voice saying quietly "I don't suppose they're awake yet…" Both of them leapt apart as though scalded. Harry only had just enough sense (of direction, he'd just been snogged rather thoroughly) to cast a quick Scourgify to get rid of the whipped cream before he fell into his bed.

Draco, equally as mortified, moaned as he buried himself into the sheets. What had he just done? Harry was having similar thoughts; apparently, as he covered his face with a pillow and a muffled screaming noise could be heard coming from it.

"You're awake!" A voice cried, and Harry felt his bed being jostled. He fell off with a loud Thunk! Opening his eyes and trying to see out from the mess of sheets, he saw Ginny peering over the edge, looking quite sheepish.

"Oh, sorry Harry. I was excited, you know." Harry waved it off as he stood up.

"No, no problem, Gin." The green-eyed boy stumbled in the still darkened Hospital room (it was only six, remember) and landed back on the bed, thankful that because of the lack of light they couldn't see his flushed and mussed face. He could see a gaggle of others beyond the redheaded girl, and smiled.

"Brought the school with you, Gin?"

Someone abruptly broke off from the group, and Harry recognized it as Blaise. This was only because said figure jumped onto Draco's bed, and hugged the thoroughly wrapped blonde quite hard.

"Draco! It's me, Blaise! Are you alive?"

There was a long pause, followed by the next few words. "Blaise…can't…breathe…"

Oh.

The dark-haired Slytherin clambered off the bed, scratching at his head as he did so. "Eh…you were missed. A lot."

"I can see that." The blonde complained. "But you didn't have to be so damn obvious about it." He unwrapped himself from the sheets and emerged scowling.

"Why are you all here so early?"

Pansy quite suddenly latched onto him, crying rivers. Shocked, Draco looked down at her. "What? What is it?"

"I—I—I was so w-worried, we all thought you were d-d-dead!" She sniffed, and Draco eyed her with pure disgust before she suddenly drew herself off him, eyes shining with unshed tears but otherwise composed.

"I'm sorry about that, but you gave us such a scare! What were you thinking?"

Harry was only half-listening to the Slytherins. Ron had been telling him about how Seamus had almost killed Dean over dinner the previous day, when they had been arguing over something and Dean had muttered the words "Irish" and "Idiots" in the same sentence. But as soon as Pansy voiced the question, Harry perked up and motioned for his friends to listen in.

Draco looked extremely uncomfortable with the whole thing, actually. "Er—it wasn't for any reasons, Pans, it was just—hem…pity?"

Harry's snort of laughter was loud enough to be heard by all. Draco glowered at him. "And what, may I ask, is so funny about the whole situation?"

Harry chuckled. "When you said pity, Malfoy, were you talking about pitying me for staying with you? Or was there something else in that sentence you left out?"

There was a long, pregnant pause. Draco quite literally couldn't believe his ears, until he pinched himself to shake the stupor off him. Then, he was furious. "I can't believe you! After—after all that—" He stopped, and then started again, advancing slowly so that he was mere inches away from Harry's face. "You know what, Potter? You can just go fuck yourself."

Had Draco been a little more grounded, he would have noticed his gut's instinctive tightening right there, but he wasn't. Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he glared right back. Their previous actions had obviously been very much forgotten, no matter how heated the moment was.

"I fucking hate you, Malfoy."

Draco opened his mouth, possibly for another insult, but it never came. He was suddenly very, very cold, and then he stiffened. Harry looked at him queerly, but then his expression became one of concern as Draco flew back, hitting his bed with an expression of pure agony on his face.

"Oh, Gods. Rejection." Hermione was rooted to the spot in fear, as was everyone else but Harry. He was abruptly at Draco's side, checking the other's vitals.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so very, very sorry."

Draco grasped for the edges of the bed, attempting to pull himself up, but his consciousness was rapidly fading. "S'okay…" he kept saying, "S'okay."

The clicking of footsteps told them someone had gone to fetch Madame Pomfrey, and then suddenly everyone was clamoring.

Somewhere in the recesses of Draco's mind, his Urian side was telling him it was ok to regain consciousness now. But his normal side protested, saying that maybe, just maybe he wouldn't mind spending an extra day in the Hospital Wing, if only he could revel in these few moments where Harry was worried about him, and attempting to help him.

"I'm sorry." Harry said again.

This time, Draco didn't say anything, instead choosing to study the fringe of Harry's hair until the black of the hair faded into the black of his mind.


Quite depressed today. Boat ride was actually not so much fun, although prank was wonderous. Am also very dissapointed with Smith's attempts at lunc detention. I brougth a Gravi manga with me and read it under the table while the teacher overseeing the detention kept an eye on the boys who were playing around with something. An animal of sorts, methinks.

Today was Health. Health class is good and all, and usually works for itself, but toay it needed a bit of livening up...and so when teacher Wright said we could tell her anything, anything at all, Nikki-chan and I raised our hands simulataneously. Nikki got called first. Her answer is thus:

"Yaoi turns me on."

I should probably just post this now, instead of listening to Vindicated on repeat and laughing about that moment over and over again. Ah, me.

Bonzai and lots of luff to: DestinyEntwinements, Shania Maxwell, Danish Pastry 28 (No? An epidemic of Shakespeare? I swear, school has gotten into everything these days, now it's managed to infiltrate our brains.) Anonymous Ferret of DOOM, Abi2, Askura, Yana-5, Dreaming-Sensations, MagicChic82 (Yep, here's your Double Fudge Triple Mocha Oatmeal Raisin Pumpkin Chocolate Chip and Vanilla Butterscotch cookie!) MidnightsRose (Ah, tired, methinks.) Shinna, xxaishiteru, Master Elora Dannan (Just a whole bed? No, the Hospital Wing is actually named the Harry Potter Wing of Terror, just cuz he liked it that way. He thought it made him feel much better than Lord Harry's Wing of Terror. Nyah...my humor's all gone.) SomethingCorporate (Yah, yah, Draco's dominant as what, but I LUFF Somthing Corporate. What a band, what a band.) firefairy42 (English? Well...I suppose you could say that, yeah...I spend enough time...so yes! Why, are you?)