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"I…I love you Draco." The words pierced Draco's world of crazed madness where only pain mattered. His world suddenly swam back into view and he saw Harry falling to earth.
"Oh shit…" he muttered before swooping down and catching him easily. Draco was nearly in tears when he saw the amount of damaged he'd inflicted on Harry. His right wing was nearly in two pieces, hanging on by a few threads of muscle. "Oh my god…Your beautiful wings…" there was blood dripping from several very deep cuts in Harry's chest and stomach. Draco looked away in anger. "What the fuck have I done…"
Harry heard voices. Hazy, distant voices. Voices with names, but he couldn't remember them.
You were very lucky you brought him here so fast. Incandeche heal quite quickly, but his wing will be crippled for several months. There was silence for a while. Then footsteps. A weight by his side, as if someone had sat down by him. Soft fingers ran through his hair gently.
But he'll be ok?
Yes, Mr. Malfoy. He'll be fine.
Why won't he wake?
He is awake. His mind is still in shock. Someone leaned closer.
Harry? Harry wake up. It's Draco. Harry frowned. He new that name… there were so many memories that came with that name…but he couldn't fathom a single one. He tried to open his eyes, but they refused to budge. He heard a sigh.
He must really hate me…
…I wouldn't be at all surprised. Harry knew that voice. It was Ron. The voices became clearer.
"What do you mean!"
"After what you've done to him? If it were me I'd never speak to you again."
"But…"
"Lucky for you," That was Madame Pomfrey. "Harry is an Incandeche. They are naturally forgiving. But then again…Harry is only half Incandeche." There were footsteps leading away.
"Come on Harry. Wake up." Ron muttered. 'Pull yourself together' Harry told himself. He forced his eyes open and thanked god the room was dark. "Harry!" Harry looked over to where Ron and Hermione were sitting, both smiling at him.
"Hi…" Harry managed to croak.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked.
"I…I'm fine." Harry lied.
"Che. Not sure whether that's Gryffindor or Incandeche lying for you there." Harry froze. Hr turned to the source of the voice, eyes wide. Draco Malfoy was sitting on the other side of the bed. Harry gasped, frantically scrabbling nearer to Ron and Hermione.
"Get away!" he yelled, batting at Draco with his right wing. Draco got off his chair and stepped back to avoid the offending wing. Harry nearly fell off the bed, but was caught by Ron at the last second. Harry buried his face in Ron's chest and started sobbing. Ron shifted uneasily.
"I think you'd better go Malfoy." He said. Draco looked pleadingly at Harry.
"Please…don't hate me…" he murmured.
"He doesn't hate you Malfoy." Hermione said, glaring at Draco. "He's afraid of you!"
"I'm not going until he knows there's nothing to be afraid of!" Draco snapped. "Let me talk to him alone." Ron looked down at Harry, then at Hermione. He sighed.
"Ten minutes." He gently pried Harry's hands off of his jumper and left with Hermione. Harry's eyes drifted to Draco, and then flashed desperately at the open window.
"Oh no you don't." Draco muttered, striding swiftly to the window and magically locking it. "You're staying put. Your wing's badly damaged."
"And who's fault is that!" Draco sighed.
"Mine. But…wouldn't you be upset if I made out with someone else in front of you?"
"Yes! But I wouldn't go insane and start attacking people!"
"Well…that's the difference between us then." Draco shrugged. "I'm really sorry Harry. I…I didn't know what I was doing…"
"I don't care."
"…What?"
"I don't care Malfoy."
"…Why'd you call me Malfoy?"
"I can't be with someone I'm afraid of. And I'm shit scared of you." Harry looked away from him.
"You don't have to be afraid. I'll never do it again…I know how to control my transformations now."
"But I could never be sure."
"Yes you could! I never meant to hurt you!" Draco walked around to Harry's left side and sat down. "Please…" Harry panicked and lashed out at him with his wing. A shooting pain went up his wing, across his shoulder blades and down his spine.
"FUCK!" tears stung Harry's eyes. Draco caught Harry's wing and moved it gently back to Harry's side. He smoothed the feathers lightly.
"You can't move it much. And you won't be able to for quite a while."
"Get off me!" Harry snapped, trying to bat him away but just causing his wing more pain.
"Harry please…now be reasonable…I never say please. And I even said it infront of Granger and Weasel. You mean so much to me Harry. You're the first person I'm willing to swallow my pride for. You're the first one who's made me not care about what people think, or feel. As long as I have you…I'm happy. And I haven't been happy for so long, please don't take that away!" Harry looked into Draco's eyes, seeing that he was telling the truth. Harry started to curse his Incandeche half, whose heart was melting at the display.
"Y,you're a soppy git you know that?" he said, half-smiling. Draco smiled back. He took a chance and rested his head on Harry's chest. Harry tensed for a while before relaxing, curling an arm around Draco gently.
"Harry…how come you've never kissed me like that?" Harry frowned.
"Like what?"
"Like when you kissed Finnigan." Harry sighed.
"I was thinking of you when I was doing it. He doesn't have your silky hair though…" Harry muttered, running his hands through said hair. Draco started purring. "I didn't know you purred?" Draco just kept purring. Harry ran his hands through Draco's soft hair, content to sit in a comfortable silence, with just Draco's soft purrs for sound.
"Promise me you'll never kiss him again?"
"Ok." Harry was half asleep. "I won't."
"And…promise me you'll kiss me like that…" Harry sighed happily.
"Once I'm out of here…we'll do a lot more than that." Draco felt his cheeks burning. He quickly hid the fact by turning away. Harry grinned. "…are you blushing!"
"No!"
"Aww you're so sweet when you blush!"
"No I'm not! Malfoy's are not sweet!" Harry snorted.
"My Malfoy is." Draco just blushed harder.
"Idiot."
"Thanks." Harry grinned.
"Are you ok Harry?" Hermione asked as Harry left the Hospital Wing.
"Yeah, I'm fine! My wing hurts a whole lot, but apart from that I feel great!" Hermione gave him a sceptical look. "Ok so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration…"
"Yes." Hermione hugged him. "I'm just glad you're ok. Everyone was worried about you."
"How long was I out?"
"Exactly one day. Down to the minute."
"Heh, always said I have a great sense of timing."
"Yeah. You know the best ways to be late." Harry chuckled. Draco was shifting uneasily next to Harry as he and Hermione talked. Ron was sending him death glares.
"Will you quit staring at me Weasel!" he snapped. Harry gave him a warning look.
"Draco, be nice to Ron." Draco mouthed wordlessly in annoyance. Ron smirked at him. Draco glared. "C'mon guys. Let's go. It's Saturday right?"
"Yup." Harry wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and grinned.
"So let's go somewhere! Anywhere! I feel like travelling somewhere."
"That's your Incandeche half wanting to get out for a bit." Hermonie said.
"Yeah…probably." Draco suddenly smirked.
"Why don't we go up to your room and see about giving that Veela-Incandeche bonding thing a go?" he whispered. Harry flushed.
"If you're making suggestive comments Malfoy," Hermione began. Ron blanched at the very idea of Harry and Draco sleeping together. "Then you can forget it. Harry needs rest." Draco rolled his eyes.
"But…"
"No buts!"
"Who are you to stop me having sex!" Draco snapped.
"One of my best friends, whose advice I trust whole-heartedly." Harry stated. Draco just scowled. "Aww you're so cute when you scowl."
"I'm not cute!"
"Damn right." Ron muttered. Draco glared at him. Harry playfully whacked Ron with his good wing.
"Still…I wish I could fly…"
"Well why don't we go down to the Quidditch pitch with your Firebolt then?" Hermione suggested.
"Oh sure! Harry can perform death defying stunts on a broomstick with a bad wing but he can't have sex!" Draco snapped.
"Yep. Deal with it ferret boy." Ron said, grinning. Draco glared, looking up at Harry annoyed.
"How come he can call me ferret but I can't call him Weasel!"
"Ron, be nice to Draco." Was Harry's answer.
"Harry!"
"What?" Ron just glared at Draco. Draco smirked.
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