The five times Harry woke up next to Draco and the one time he did something about it
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Harry felt the drop before he could see it. The ache in his arm where the bludger had hit, the wind making his hair go everywhere. He was going down fast and he knew it. He saw some bright green before the humungous THUD and blackness started to cloud his view. The last thing he saw was a broom land next to him and expensive quiddich shoes running up to him.
He woke to the hospital wings blurry ceiling. Taking only a few seconds to remember what had happened. In the process, knowing if he could do so, at least he wasn't concussed too badly. He could hear voices, although he couldn't really concentrate enough to put faces to them and his arms too heavy to reach his glasses.
- What is that supposed to mean, Weasley?
- Exactly what I said. You planned this.
- Stop it you two. You'll wake him up.
- But Hermione…
- Enough Ronald, we're going to get you clean, dry clothes. Then we can come back and not have such… serpentine company.
Thing were starting to clear up. His brain identifying the voices and regaining strength to his arms. As he heard footsteps leaving his area, he turned to grab the glasses on his bedside table.
- Aaachooo! Shit, it's too cold for this.
- Bless you.
He could now see the blonde, arms crossed tightly in front of him, shivering slightly with a bright red nose.
- Back to the living Potter? Your friends just left.
- I heard.
The silence that came after that could be cut with a knife. They stayed that way for a few moments longer until…
- Aaaachhooo!
Even Harry saw the shiver that came afterwards.
- What do you want, Malfoy?
Blue eyes rested on his, mind working to find the right words.
- I didn't do it. Didn't plan it either.
- I know.
Pale eyebrows raised on his forehead.
- What do you mean, you know?
- Because it would have hurt more if you had.
- I'll take that as a compliment.
Draco put his nose in the air, before another shiver wracked his body. He was still wearing his quiddich robes, sopping wet from the downpour they had had, and his shoes looking completely soaked and muddied. They looked extremely like the shoes that had ran to get to him. Warmth filled his stomach at the thought. Or maybe he was a bit concussed.
- Why are you still here?
Harry hid his emotions behind cutting words.
- Don't worry, I'm leaving now.
Turning as he said so, Draco marched out of the room, managing to still look put together even in his state. Harry stared at his back the whole time, until he heard the hospital wing doors. He layed back on to his bed with an undignified flop.
Hi, this is my second fic and I was really inspired writing this. Tell me if you would like to see more... I absolutely love this format and I hope you do too.
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