DISCLAIMER(because I had previously forgotten): Not mine! I'm just borrowing them, I promise JK! They will be returned when I finish!
A/N: Here is the next chapter! And for the first time in my ENTIRE LIFE I am writing a chapter a day!
Still dedicated to Yumna (Harry) who is now 16, and Mena (Hermione) who hasn't actually read any of this fanfic since I added it! I hope she reads it soon, or I will be very disappointed in her!
Well, enough of my ranting, here is the next chapter...
CHAPTER 4
Draco had practically ran to the Medical Wing, the throbbing in his arm getting worse with every step he took. He was concentrating so hard to stop the pain he nearly ran Madame Pomphrey over.
"Mr. Malfoy. What do you think you are doing here, especially during lesson time?"
Draco took a couple of deep breaths to control his voice before speaking, "I apoligise, Madame Pomphrey, but it appears that my dressing need redressing." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a blood-soaked bandage around his arm. When Madame Pomphrey say this, she grabbed his good arm and lead him to a bed in the Medical Wing. She went into her office and reappeared with her arms full of bandages.
"Next time your arm starts hurting, Mr Malfoy," she said, as she removed the old dressing, "do not let your Slytherin pride prevent you from getting help."
"Yes, ma'am." He replied, as he bowed his head.
Just as Madame Pomphrey finished Draco's new bandage, the new DADA professor ran through the doors carrying an unconsciousness Harry Potter. Madame Pomphrey went to his aid forgetting about Draco, who was still sitting on the end of a bed. When he realised that Potter's situation was more important than his, Draco slowly stood up and crept towars the doors. As his hand touched the door, Madame Pomphrey shouted, "Draco Malfoy, get back to that bed! You are not ready to leave yet! Sit down and be patient!"
Not wanting to argue, Draco moved quickly back to the bed and watched as Madame Pomphrey bustled around the famous Boy Who Lived...
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Harry slowly opened his eyes, slamming them shut again when he saw the bright lights of the Medical Wing.
"Morning, Potter. Have a nice sleep?" Harry moved his head slowly towards the voice and saw Draco Malfoy sitting on the bed next to his.
"Malfoy." Harry groaned. "Are you sure it's really you?"
"What are you on about?"
"Humour him, Mr Malfoy," Madame Pomphrey shouted from her office. "The medicine may have made him disorientated."
Draco turned back to Harry, "Yes, Potter, it's really me."
"Do you... Do you have blue robes?"
"Um, yes I do," answered Malfoy carefully, wondering where this was going.
Harry carefully sat up and studied Draco's face with great care, examining every detail. "Let your hair down!" He said, still slightly drowsy.
"Potter, you really are mad!" Draco was on his feet before he realised it.
Harry stood up and walked towards Draco slowly, but with great purpose. "I wanna see your hair." And he reached around Draco's head and undid the black ribbon at the bottom of the plait, allowing the long blond hair to lie freely over Draco's shoulders.
"So, it is you." Harry whispered, moving closer and closer to Draco's face. Soon, Harry was only a millimetre away from Draco, pressing his body against Draco's. Draco could feel Harry's breath play across his lips. He knew he should be pushing away but he couldn't. He just couldn't move. Harry slowly leaned forward... and fainted right into Draco's arms.
Draco picked Harry up and carried him to the nearest bed. He carefully lay the unconscious boy down and returned to his own bed. What the HELL was that about? And why do I think I enjoyed it?
A/N: Thank you, loyal readers! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I apologise to all those who thought we might get our first kiss, but I have to leave you wanting more, don't I? Don't forget to read and review and I will try and update soon! Love ya!
