Disclaimer: I never will own Harry Potter, I'm sad to say XD
Warning: nothing much Some kissing and fluff
AN: Things are lookin' up! Everyone enjoy! R&R
"Harry…Harry...I promise I'm fine." Draco whispered with a benign smile running his thumbs under his tearful lovers eyes.
"Don't you ever do this to me again." Harry said a choked laugh, "You were shot and then you stopped breathing—I've so bloody scared—" Draco kissed the lips gently to stop Harry's hysterics. The Gryffindor was breathing hard staring at him as he pulled away.
"Shh, calm down and come here." The blond moved over a bit, offering the side of the bed.
"Harry, Draco, are you both going to be OK?" Hermione asked as she came back with a tray of broth for Draco.
"Yes thank you both very much for taking care of Harry for me," Draco aid gratefully accepting the tray and placing it on the small table next to the bed.
"We'll be back in a little while." Hermione replied with a sweet smile before leaving both men alone.
"You scared me so much." Harry murmured stroking the pale face and nuzzling his cheek against Draco's. The Slytherin sighed tightening his grip around his husband.
"Sleep with me…" he murmured.
"Here Draco? You're still hurt—"
"No, fall asleep with me…you and you're twisted mind!" Draco exclaimed with a laugh, wincing at the slight pain that rippled through his constrained chest.
"Sorry…" Harry muttered burying his face in the pillow drawing Draco in as close as possible to his body. The Slytherin smirked gingerly twisting in the protective arms, tangling his legs with Harry's breathing in and relaxing in his husbands wonderful grip.
"Harry, honestly. Go take a bloody shower, get something to eat, I'll be fine." Draco was sitting up holding a cup of newly warm broth in his pale hands. Hermione had returned a few hours later to find them both curled up on the gurney and after noticing Draco hadn't eaten woke them both up in a hurry.
"But…" Harry started looking for support from Ron, who just laughed and ate down a chocolate frog.
The cool, calm gaze found Harry's, "Harry. I'm fine. But you need to take care of yourself right now."
The Gryffindor hesitated visibly before squeezing the hand and nodding.
"Thank you!" Hermione mouthed to Draco,
"My house is closer Harry, We'll be back Draco, Ron, stay here will you?" The red-head looked over at his wife with surprise, sputtered then finally nodded in defeat.
"Yes Ma'am."
"She's got you on a tight leash doesn't she?" Draco said dryly his eyes staring after Harry as he left.
"Yeah. Unfortunately, I guess I made that mistake entering the married life." The Red-head replied in turn settling back in his chair with a sigh. The Slytherin laughed softly, holding his chest lightly as pain danced through his ribs.
"Sorry you feel that way Weasley." Draco replied finally with another smile. They sat I silence as another medi-witch bustled in. The Slytherin made a face,
"Kirsten…I've already taken the meds." He whined suddenly. Nothings changed, Draco Malfoy still hates hospitals.
"Mr. Potter has left?" Kirsten asked coming over with the tray of potions.
"Yeah, but just barely," Draco replied eyeing the potions with newfound distaste. The witch only smiled and watched as he drank down the potions willingly enough and made a face towards the redhead.
"You aren't getting any pity from me." Ron said crossing his arms and smirking.
"Bugger. Then again I shouldn't expect any from you, though Harry will more then likely do whatever I ask him." Draco said with evil smile
"Poor Harry." Ron muttered.
"Yeah right, he'll enjoy it just as much as I will." Draco replied airily.
"Ugh—I thought you were talking about chores not sex! I don't even want to hear another word!"
"Oh come on Weasley, Harry's got to have some sexual frustration pent up from the past week, He'll do just about anything to get into my pants tonight." Draco said watching Ron turn green. He absolutely knew Harry would do no such thing, but seeing Harry's friend squirm was amusing to his slightly potion drugged mind.
"Argh! Malfoy! I swear!" Ron covered his face.
"When Ron turns that unhealthy shade of green and you, Draco, my love, are smirking like you're up to something, I know you're talking about sex." Harry said entering the hospital room to view the scene with amusement.
"Harry, speak of the devil himself." Draco murmured as Harry drew closer, his hair was still dripping he must made the shower a real rush job, even his clothes were still wet and sticking to him.
"Haarrry, can you bring me another blanket?" Draco simpered. His Gryffindor nodded quikcly before disappearing down to find another blanket.
"I told you so." Draco said.
"You're evil." Ron replied with a grin as Harry returned with a blankets sitting on the edge of Draco's bed arranging it. The Slytherin didn't pause to run his fingers through Harry's shaggy length, the Gryffindor halted to pass him a concerned smile, worry evident in his jade eyes.
"Stop giving me that look. I'm almost in perfect condition."
"You wouldn't be in the condition if I was there sooner." Harry whispered bitterly looking away suddenly. Draco glanced over at Ron asking him to leave with his eyes. The redhead smiled encouragingly and left the room grabbing Hermione's hand before she could enter the room.
"None of this is your fault." Draco finally said putting his hands on his husbands face forcing him to look at him.
"But it is—I had that horrible feeling that day...and then...you…" Draco put a finger to the mouth.
"I don't want you ever to say this was your fault. Ever."
"But—"
Draco pressed his lips into Harry's swiftly cutting off all protests.
"Stop it, please love." Draco whispered. Harry went to open his mouth again but Draco pressed his lips back hard, running his hand back through Harry's damp hair pulling him in harder.
"Like I said, This wasn't your fault and I love you." The raven-haired man gaped at him, then managed a smile.
"I love you too…" Harry whispered stroking a hand over the cheek to pull him back into another kiss. The Blond nipped at Harry's bottom lip to deepen the kiss but Harry withdrew slightly to keep the kiss gentle and slow. Draco held him in tighter stroking around his neck.
"Draco." Harry said pulling back with a smile. The Slytherin rolled his eyes.
"Harry." Came his reply in the same tone, before clamping his mouth back on Harry's hungrily. Harry poured his passion and love into the kiss hoping to the heavens it wouldn't go too far, nor that he would hurt Draco but the Blond pressed his body up to Harry's wanting to feel his husband. Harry's hands were on his hips in seconds keeping him in place.
"Not here." Harry moaned, before running his fingers through the thin blond hair pulling him forward again.
"Really? You seem eager enough." Draco murmured into the lips with a quirk of a smile he took a deep inhale of breath wincing at the ripple of pain. Harry pulled back immediately.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered hurriedly.
"I'm ok, Harry, just kiss me again, I'll feel better." Draco purred.
AN: For all who are wondering about Draco's eyesight: DON'T WORRY! I will explain everything, I left it out on purpose! ok thats all! I love all the reviews so far! Keep them coming! XD
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