A/N: Heya all! I'm back, with another chapter! Sorry it took so long, but this is my third attempt at this chapter. I kept getting writer's block, or not liking where the story was going. Just being fussy really.
Still dedicated to Yumna and Mena, although Yumna is away at the moment and Mena is moving house, so they will not be able to read it! Therefore, this chapter is dedicated to Nafisa, aka Ron, the third Harry Potter obsessive. She keeps bugging me to dedicate a story to her so, just to tide her over; this chapter is dedicated to her. (She won't like it, though. She doesn't like slash stories!)
Well... I'll stop talking and let you read the chapter now! Read and enjoy...
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CHAPTER 5
Harry awoke in the Hospital Wing, surrounded by complete darkness. The light was still on in Madame Pomphrey's office, although Harry could see her sleeping silhouette and knew it was safe to sit up in the bed. He reached around for his glasses, found them on a table next to his bed, and put them on. As he did, the memories of that day flooded back. I was in Defence Against the Dark Arts...I was working out who the ghost was. She was a student...in one of the upper years...with blonde hair...and grey eyes...and a bandage on her...MALFOY! Harry held on to consciousness as the information sank in. So, I must have fainted...which explains how I got here. He touched the side of his head, which had been cleaned up and covered. It felt bruised and swollen, but Harry knew that it would be gone by the morning, especially if Madame Pomphrey had seen him. As another memory seeped back into his mind, Harry slowly rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of it. Malfoy was here...I was drowsy. No, scratch that, drugged up. I undid his hair! He felt the redness rise to his cheeks. Oh, crap! I tried to kiss him!
With this revelation, Harry jumped out of the bed. Why would I try and kiss Malfoy? MALFOY, of all people! Please, please, let him think it was just the potions! What am I thinking? It was just the potions! I don't like Malfoy! Not in any way! It was just the potions! He pulled on his shoes, as he was still in his uniform, and rushed out of the Hospital Wing. He had to calm down. He needed somewhere quiet where he could think about what had happened and how he could fix it. But do you want to fix it? A small part of his mind argued. However, Harry was in such a state of panic, he couldn't hear it.
Before Harry realised, his feet had lead him out of the castle and to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He stopped right at the threshold and looked deeper into the woods. Suddenly, his feet were moving again, walking through the trees and over roots. Soon, he reached a familiar clearing. At the base of a huge oak, Harry saw the ghost...no, Malfoy sitting there, wearing the same blue robes as he had the night before. He was leaning against the trunk, looking up at the stars. He was bathed in moonlight, his blond hair falling around his shoulders. Harry was yet again mesmerised by the beauty in front of him. His mind, meanwhile, was engaged in a heated debate against himself:
-What are you doing? What are you THINKING? It's Malfoy sitting there, not some girl from your fantasies.
-But he looks...I dunno, different now. He looks real, not all stuck up and self-centred...
-It doesn't matter how he looks, he still Malfoy! He's always looked like that; you've just never noticed it before! While you were busy saving everyone from Voldemort, they were all busy swooning over him.
-I'm just slow to notice, is all. Anyway, the War changed everyone else, why wouldn't Draco?
-Don't fool yourself, he's exactly the same as he was before everything happened. He still looks down his nose at you. Malfoy only talks to you to put you down.
-But... But... But, he hardly talks to me at all now! OK, that's not necessarily a good thing, but he doesn't insult me as much. And anyway, I should give Draco the chance to prove all these stereotypes wrong!
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Draco leaned against the trunk of a tree and watched the stars in the sky. Ever since the War, ever since he was made a Death Eater, this had been the only solace from the madness. This night, however, his mind was anything but calm. OK, let's be rational. Think carefully about what happened in the Medical Bay. Potter may have come onto me. But then again, it may have been the effects of the potions he took for the concussion. Yeah, it HAD to be the potions. There is no way Potter is attracted to me! He isn't that way inclined...
But what if he was? Then what would I do? He might come onto me again. Would I let him next time? Would I go out with him? I mean, he is cute and does have really nice eyes... What am I thinking? It's Potter for goodness sake! I've got to STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!
He closed his eyes, feeling the wind blow against his face, trying to stop the thoughts rushing through his mind. Just as his mind was finding some peace, he heard a thud. His eyes shot open, and he saw a figure lying face down in front of him, his feet tangled in the roots. Draco slowly stood up as the figure groaned and lifted his head...
"Potter?"
"Owww. Yeah. What do ya want?" Harry's gaze focused on Malfoy. "Crap. Hey, Malfoy."
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing." Answered Harry, as he stood up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes and face. "Just enjoying a midnight stroll."
"After being unconscious for most of the day?" Malfoy asked, unbelievingly.
"Yeah, it...umm...helps my head." Malfoy just stared at Harry. "Well, I'd best be off. Madame Pomphrey will have my hide if she finds me out of my bed."
Harry walked past Malfoy, heading back towards the castle, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He slowly turned around and saw Malfoy standing behind him. Draco reached up and rubbed a finger against his cheek. When Harry looked quizzically at him, he simply said, "You missed a spot." He then smiled and walked past a confused Harry and into the castle.
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A/N: There! Another chapter done! This was the first time I've ever put so much inner monologue in one chapter. Tell me what you think: Too much? Not enough? Used well? Used craply? TELL ME!
Now... All you people, stop being lazy arses...just review the damn fanfic before you move on, so other people will read my fanfic too! (Soz, needed that rant!)
Until next time... MAY THE FARCE BE WITH YOU!
