Thank you to my BETA: Malombra. She is great and has been patient with me when for a reason unknown I want to change and/or trash everything I had just written. Which happens way to much for her, or mine, piece of mind lately.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. belong to JKR. I am not JKR. Therefore, Harry Potter and Co. are just here for me to play with. And I do so love to play…
Pairing: Harry/Draco so this is SLASH.
No MPREG in this story though it is IMPLIED that it happens in the future. If, by some odd reason, I change my mind, I do apologize now. And very many, copious, author notes will declare my intentions loud and clear.
Also, Blaise Zabini is a girl in this story of mine. I know that in book 6, JKR finally reveals the gender of Blaise, but this was started before book 6 and anyways, I am not JKR so anything, ANYTHING, I write here is AU.
MY STORY IS AU.
ENJOY!
I CAN'T FIGHT THE STARS
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The anguished cry of 'Harry' seemed to bring Draco to his knees with the Veela in him practically screeching to be released. His mate was gone. He could tell he was gone because he couldn't feel him anymore.
That momentary hesitation gave Ron the time to run around him and see a scene out of a battlefield. The outer half of Harry's infirmary room was gone. Not just gone but blown away. Debris was everywhere and there was a heavy cloud of dust from the destroyed wall that could just be seen blowing away outside the castle.
A shout drew his attention to the body barely hanging at the edge of the broken room and Ron ran to Sin who was at the edge of the floor trying to lean out of the broken part of the room. She was dangling precariously and as she started to slide over the edge Ron managed to jump and grab her legs to keep her from going over.
"Draco!" Ron shouted but couldn't look back to see if Draco had come out of it yet. "Draco! Help me!"
"Harry…" Draco whimpered as he crawled over to Ron. He grabbed Ron's shoulders with shaking hands and tried to help him pull Sin back up and over the edge of the floor. They couldn't do it so the two younger men stayed as still as they could, hoping that they could hold on to her long enough for more help to arrive. Draco took a second to slip his arms under Ron's and wrapped them around Ron's chest and planted them as firmly as possible on his shoulder's. He braced one foot against a large sized chuck of the exposed stone on one side and the other foot on a metal bar sticking from the wall. That little adjustment had the trio shifting closer to the destroyed outer part of the wall. Ron, who had landed on his knees when he lunged to catch his Professor, couldn't get a proper hold so Draco was straining to hold up all three of them.
None of them could reach for a wand to help caste a levitation charm so they clung to each other praying for help to arrive soon as the ominous creaking of the room around them did not bode well for stability and longevity. Draco was not even paying attention anymore to what was going on around him. The Veela had almost completely taken over. The human part of his mind that was left was the only thing keeping his arms wrapped around the red-head before him. All he could think about was that Harry was gone. The Veela raged because it wanted to go find its mate but was overrun by the stronger human side. Draco knew that if he let Sin go and if she died, Harry would never forgive him for it. Things were on shaky ground between them as it was, he didn't need that too.
Sin's voice was amazingly calm as she gave instructions to the two boys behind her.
"Professor…," Ron's voice was shaky but determined, "Professor, you're bleeding."
"I am just fine, Mr. Weasley. Thank you for your concern. Now, is there a way that one of you can begin to pull us back up."
"I-I don't think Draco can help." Ron stuttered but quickly regained his composure.
"Ah, the Veela has taken over." Sin's voice was amused, amused!, and Ron would have laughed at her tone if the situation wasn't so dire.
"Yeah, I can hear him whimpering Harry's name but he ha-…," Ron had to stop when another shift of the floor put even more strain on his knees and he couldn't stop his grunt of pain as he felt his right shoulder fall out of place with a crunch and then a soft pop. "But he has a pretty good stable position unfortunately with no room to pull back."
"Okay, we wait then." Sin's voice grew soft at the end.
Ron was extremely concerned. He could see the amount of blood under her and though he wasn't a Healer he had seen enough battles and death to know that that amount of blood could not be good. When she didn't speak for a few seconds Ron knew that was a bad sign as well. "What happened, Professor?"
"In the position we are in," Sin grunted in pain, "I think you have earned the right to call me Sin, Mr. Weasley."
"Oh, okay. What happened, Sin?" Ron felt weird, he had never called a Professor by their name, especially not a nickname given to said Professor by his best friend. Who was missing. Ron pulled himself from that thought and forced it away to concentrate on Sin.
"Your sister-"
"She's been disowned." Ron interrupted hastily. He felt even weirder referring to her as his sister now that the family had disowned her. It must be in the magic of the spell used in the disownment because he felt nothing for the girl he used to call his sister.
"I see. Well, Ms. Ginny somehow got loose from her bonds and attacked us." Sin had to stop to take a few deep breaths, while trying not to show how painful it was to do, before finishing. "Harry took the backlash of her curse and was thrown from the room."
Draco whimpered behind him at Harry's name but Ron didn't have time to comfort the distraught young man. "How did the hole get in the wall?"
"That part is…fuzzy. I do not know."
Ron listened as she recounted the few seconds of the attack that she could remember and was worried when her voice trailed off again. "Sin?"
When he didn't receive and answer he panicked. "SIN!" He yelled louder and tried to shake her.
That was the wrong thing to do. A part of the floor underneath her broke away and the three of them were pulled towards the edge of the jagged hole in the wall and there was nothing they could do about it.
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The group that had been left in the young Veela's room was running as fast as they could towards the destruction. They weren't sure but they all had the feeling that the infirmary was where they needed to go. Their fears were confirmed when they rounded a corner of the main hall and saw the Headmaster and Severus Snape turning the corner in front of them to head up the stairs towards the infirmary on the third floor.
"Headmaster, what is going on?" Lucius Malfoy demanded but didn't stop running. He could feel his son's fear and it was clawing at him. The enraged Veela Lord was running as fast as he could but he had a feeling that they would all be too late. He used his Veela magic to put on a burst of speed and drew abreast of the Headmaster and Snape as the three rounded the corner to the infirmary hall.
"An explosion has created a break in the wards." Was all that the Headmaster had time to say before they rushed through the doors and into the infirmary room. The men paused in shock when they saw nothing amiss.
"Harry's room!" Hermione yelled as she rounded the corner at the end of the hall, the rest of the group close behind her.
The three men rushed down the path between the beds and when they came to Harry's door were still surprised to see the amount of destruction even though they already knew what had happened.
"Oh, Blessed Shialla." Lucius whispered as he took in the devastation. He saw Draco sitting at a weird angle at the edge of the broken wall and made to rush to him but was stopped by the Headmaster. He turned to growl at the other man but stopped at the fear he saw on his face. "What?" He snapped.
"The floor is not stable."
"Levitation?" Snape's voice was as cold as usual but they could hear even his concern.
Dumbledore nodded and raised his wand, "together on three."
"Wait!" Lucius yelled out as something caught the corner of his eye. "The girl-" he gestured to where the unconscious, most likely, attacker lay.
"I'll get her." Hermione panted beside them. A wave of her wand and the three older men waited until the body had floated past them before looking again at each other.
"On three…" Lucius and Snape raised their wands and as the Headmaster counted it out said the charm at the same time.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The effect of the powerful charm by three very powerful wizards was unexpected. Though they were standing just inside the door of the ruined room the shift in weight had the floor caving in and throwing them off balance. Three new voices cried out the levitation charm and then the Headmaster, Potion's Master, and Veela Lord found themselves floating in a cloud of dust as the ruined floor fell into the room below it with a loud groan of twisted metal and crumbling stone.
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The stone hadn't had time to settle before the men were being levitated closer to the open door. Though Lucius seemed unconscious the light of the spell was still flowing steadily from his wand. When they were settled on the floor Narcissa ran to her husband. She was just in time to stop him from falling again. She grabbed his wand hand and the light from the wand grew brighter as she gave of her own magic to keep the spell going. Slowly the three wizards were moved backwards. As the group they were levitating came into view everyone gasped in shock.
Draco was floating with his arms around Ron Weasley's chest, with a bloody spot growing on his side but still holding on to the boy in front of him. Ron Weasley, who seemed to be doing fine if the various curses he was spewing were to go by, had his arms wrapped around Professor Sinistra's upper legs with his face planted right on her bottom. The Professor was leaning down at an angle that had the top part of her body still invisible. It was clear she was badly injured because everyone could see the blood dripping from Ron's hands around her waist and disappearing into the wreckage below. When the rest of the barely conscious woman came into view all movement stopped in the room for a few seconds. Harry Potter was hanging from one of her hands. It was clear he was unconscious and that whatever had happened he had taken the brunt of it as he was covered in blood and dirty from the destruction he had either created of flown through.
"Draco…" Narcissa whispered even as she continued giving her husband the help he needed to keep their son afloat.
It was Pansy that took over giving orders. "Blaise take over from Hermione and then Hermione you come help me. You are the best of us at healing spells, I think."
Hermione nodded but didn't speak until Blaise was standing next to her. "On three."
Blaise raised her wand and pointed it at her Head of House and nodded.
"One. Two. Three." At the last count Hermione ended her spell and dropped to her knees out of the way of Blaise's spell. Blaise's spell hit its mark half a second after Hermione's stopped so the Professor only dropped an inch. It was a mark to their training that the transfer was done flawlessly.
"Help me bring the unconscious people back into the room so that they could be released from the spell and healed." Pansy said and they first grabbed Harry and carried him to an open bed in the main infirmary. "Start healing him and I will bring Professor Sinistra's next."
"Thank you." Hermione said as she looked in to the Slytherin girls eyes for the first time.
Pansy smiled and it made her look pretty as she did. "He's my best friend. None needed."
By the time she had Sin's body on the bed, the Headmaster was by Hermione's side helping her with Harry. When Ron was released from the levitation spell the first thing that the Potion's Master did was hurry to a cupboard at the end of the hall and brought back a dozen or more vials.
"Where is Madam Pomfrey?" Blaise questioned as she helped Narcissa with Lucius. Greg and Vince had taken Ron and Draco to their own beds and were now standing at each end of the hallway, one guarding the doorway to the destroyed room and the other near the door to the infirmary. No one would get in these rooms now without having to go through one of them.
"I don't know." Narcissa said as she walked Lucius closer to Draco's bed so the Veela Lord could check on his son.
"I'll go look."
The Headmaster muttered a cleaning charm over Harry's face and Hermione followed after with a healing charm. Snape was at Harry's head about to pour a potion into his mouth when a harsh voice stopped him.
"Get away from him, you bastard!" Ron yelled his voice thick with rage. He hadn't just saved Harry for him to die by that bastards hand!
"Ron!" Hermione gasped.
Ron ignored her. "No, Hermione. Harry doesn't trust him and neither do I. I want someone to check that potion before it is given to Harry."
It was silent for a second only before Snape snarled at the red head. "How dare you!"
Ron drew himself up and ignored his flinch as he pulled his arm the wrong way. "Oh, I dare more than that. You will not give that potion to Harry."
Snape sneered at him and turned back to Harry before moving once again to pour the potion down his throat. A wand pressed into the back of his neck froze him. The voice was low and threatening, "I suggest you back away Severus."
"Narcissa?!" Snape's shocked voice was kind of squeaky.
"Give me the vial." Narcissa's tone of voice didn't change and her wand didn't waver.
"It is a simple internal healing potion. He has a crushed lung." Everyone ignored Draco's snarl at that but they all thanked Merlin he wasn't able to get out of that bed because Snape would be dead if he could.
"Let her check, Severus." The Headmaster's voice was one the gave no room for argument.
"Exactly when would I have had time to poison it?" Severus voice was cold and mocking. Although they all knew he was right no one was taking any chances.
"Then it won't hurt to check will it?" Ron's voice was childish.
A few spells later and Narcissa handed the potion back to Severus with any hint of shame at questioning a Potions Master.
Snape snatched the vial back and looked at each of them in turn. "May I?" He motioned towards Harry and then snorted as he quickly poured the potion down his throat.
"Headmaster…" Pansy's voice was shaky and scared. Everyone turned to her where she had been trying to stop the blood flowing from the Professor's stomach. "I think she's dead."
Blaise rushed back into the infirmary from the office where she had been looking for the Medi-witch. "Madam Pomfrey is dead!"
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BOY WHO LIVED ALMOST RAPED
Was Harry Potter raped by his best friends, Ron Weasley, little sister?
According to our sources, our Savior fights for his life at St. Mungo's today after an attack while he was in the infirmary recovering from a fall that resulted in a head injury, Hogwart's Medi-witch, Pomfrey Green, was killed by Ms. Weasley, Professor Sinistra, a close friend of our Savior, is in critical care in St. Mungo's CCU unit. The Young Veela Lord, Draco Malfoy, is also at St. Mungo's for reasons not released.
What has happened at Hogwarts? Are all our children in danger or just the most powerful ones? How long should we let this go on?
We have been informed that a Student Court has been called at Hogwarts to bring to trial the perpetrator for her actions against our Savior. Let us hope that our children, who have grown up under the thumb of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, have a better sense of justice than the previous generation did. Our prayers and thoughts go out to our Savior right now.
Another startling event has also taken place. The Weasley family has disowned the youngest, and only daughter, for her actions against one of the members of their family. Harry Potter has been an honorary Weasley since the age of eleven.
This reporter will be bringing you all the details about the trial and comments on its possible outcome.
See page 46 for the history of the Student Court and disownment.
David Trotterham
Staff Editor and Star Reporter
London WW Times
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Draco sat at Harry's beside reading a book out loud to him. He had been unconscious for two days now. They had tried to keep Draco from the room but after the second Healer had to go to the Emergency Department to get healed they got the picture and quit trying to get him to leave. This was his mate and he was not leaving! It was his right!
Since finding out that Harry was his Alona, they had only had three hours together where he had been conscious. Three! He wasn't going to survive if this kept up. He wanted his mate and he wanted him to wake up now!
Sighing he leaned over to smooth the hair back from Harry's sweaty forehead and gave it a kiss. He pulled his wand and cast a cleaning and cooling charm over Harry. As he set his wand down on his lap he picked up the book and continued to read in his soft voice. Praying that Hermione was right and that Harry really could hear him. Just think of the hexes he would get to try out if this was some weird Muggle joke!
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.
He found this poem in a book that was always on his Grandmothers bedside table and he loved it when she would recite it to him. When she had fallen ill, it had been Draco that was reciting poems to her until she fell asleep. When the morning came that she hadn't woken Draco had faced it with peace and the knowledge that she was no longer in pain. His pain at her passing was still with him though and he knew she was more than his Grandmother, she had been his best friend. He wished she was still here so that he could introduce her to his mate. They would have gotten on well, he thought.
He had just put the book aside when his father came in the room. "Still asleep?"
Draco nodded but couldn't speak around his tight throat.
"What is wrong, Draco?"
"I-I…don't know."
Lucius sat by his soon to be son-in-law, on the other side of the bed and waited for his son to gather his thoughts so that he could tell him what was wrong. Though he could already guess. Draco was a very strong Veela, and being near his mate and not being able to speak to him or even help him was probably tearing him apart. He couldn't help him with that but he could listen as he ranted.
"I couldn't keep him safe."
Lucius still kept quiet.
"I vowed to him that I would and only hours later he is attacked again." Draco didn't even know where this was coming from. Logically, he knew that there had not been anything he could do to predict that that bitch would have gotten free but that didn't stop him from feeling useless. "How can he want to be with me?"
"Why wouldn't he?"
Draco shot his father a confused look. "He needs someone strong enough to protect him!"
Lucius snorted, "Potter does not need to be protected, he needs to be loved."
"He hates me now."
"What! What insane thought gave you that idea?" Lucius loved his son, he really did, but sometimes he thought he really was a ditzy blonde.
"Wouldn't you if someone said they would protect you and then they didn't?"
"Draco, Harry may be rattled and feeling depressed about Ginny's actions, but he is not stupid and certainly knows you had nothing to do with this. For you to think that Harry might not know this, would be insulting to his intelligence."
"I'm being stupid, aren't I?"
"You think?" Sarcasm was heavy in the Veela Lords voice.
"Shut up." Draco snorted and then crossed his arms. "I just…don't even know yet if he will accept the claim, you know? We never got a chance to really talk about it."
"He told you he would, yes?"
"That was before this." Draco waved his hand towards Harry's sleeping form.
"Ah, you think he will blame you because he was attacked in his infirmary room, with a teacher present who treats him like a parent, inside Hogwarts, where a woman he had come to trust was killed, trying to heal him, by the same woman who had almost raped him?"
Draco opened his mouth and then snapped it closed, "when put that way…"
"I am known to be an eloquent speaker when needed." Lucius was smug.
Draco sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair. It took an effort to stop the tears from falling but his father saw the shining in his eyes but thankfully didn't comment about it. He unconsciously reached and pulled Harry's hand to tuck under his chin. "I just want him to wake up."
"He will soon, son."
They fell into silence and Draco only nodded when his mother entered and went to sit on the side of his father's chair.
"How is Vince?"
"He still feels guilty for leaving when Professor Sinistra got there."
Draco sighed. "We will all feel guilty about that for a long time. And Sin?"
Narcissa smiled at the concern her son was showing for the woman whom Harry thought of as a mother. It bode well for them that he was able to accept her so easily. "She will be fine. Sore for a few days more but concerned that Harry hasn't woken yet."
"Did you tell her what the healers said about his head trauma?" Draco questioned sharply. He had left his parents to take care of the public and dealing with his and Harry's friends. He hadn't left Harry's side except to go to the restroom. He even slept in this chair.
"Of course."
Draco flinched at his mothers cold tone. "Look,-"
"Das a'a, son."
"I am calm, father…just frustrated."
Narcissa smiled sweetly at her son to show no hard feelings. "I know, Draco."
"And the others?"
"Hermione and Pansy are finishing setting up the Student Court. Ron and Greg are working with the Aurors for security. Vince has taken over the infirmary. I will be meeting with the Headmaster to go over any questions that might arise with the Veela Court, and-"
"Where is she?" Draco asked in a sharp tone after glaring at the loving look his mother sent between him and Harry.
"She is in the dungeons." Draco tilted his head but waited for her to continue. "Blaise is watching her."
Draco paused for one second before the most devious smile his mother had seen in a while filtered across his face. "really?"
"Don't even think about it Draco." Lucius stated.
Draco pouted and crossed the arms that was free over his chest. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"I am sure you don't." The entire family smirked at each other before a sigh drew Draco's attention back to the sleeping boy on the bed.
"When does the trial start?"
"Tomorrow." Narcissa looked critically at both boys.
Silence reigned for a while before a grunt was heard from the bed. Draco jumped up and leaned over Harry, determined to be the first thing that he saw when he woke. Lucius stood and hovered, uncharacteristically, by the bed side, while Narcissa ran for the door and yelled for a Healer.
Harry grunted as he struggled to wake.
"Come on, beautiful…let me see you. Open those eyes for me." Draco whispered. His heart was pounding. Harry was finally waking!
"Move over, Mr. Malfoy." A softy, but commanding, voice overrode his whisperings.
Draco ignored him. He held on to Harry's hand tighter.
"You must move back." The voice was sharper now.
Draco stopped whispering and slowly moved his head to the side and his piercing grey eyes met the suddenly startled one's of the Healer. The growl that came form him had the older man stepping back and his mother gasping his name.
The Healer's brown eyes softened, "Mr. Malfoy, I need to scan him."
Draco felt his face flame. It took more strength than he thought it would to step away from the bed. His mother hurried around to him and gathered him into her arms.
"He's awake…" He whispered to her.
"He'll be fine, son." Lucius said as he came to stand next to his wife and son.
They watched as the Healer ran multiple tests and hummed at the results of each one. After about the fifth test, Draco couldn't stand it anymore and snapped, "well?"
The Healer jumped in surprise. "Oh, my! I forgot you were here."
"Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Well, Mr. Potter, does have a concussion, naturally after the injuries that he had sustained. The skele-grow has worked wonderfully and his ribs have been re-grown. There was no significant swelling of the brain so no worried there. I suspect that he will wake within the hour. He will be in considerable pain as skele-grow and bruise-balm can not be given at the same time. Once he is fully conscious for a full 24 hours we will give him the bruise-balm."
"Is. He. All. Right!" Draco ground out tired of the man's rambling.
The Healer looked startled but regained his composure quickly. "He'll be fine, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco seemed to deflate into his mother's arms. "Thank Shialla."
The Healer turned to run a few more tests, talked to the nurse no one had seen enter, and then left the Veela family with The Boy Who Lived.
Narcissa gathered her shaking son in her arms and it was her turn to whisper soothing words to calm her son.
"How did you know?" Draco asked his mother as he buried his head in her shoulder.
"Know what, darling?"
"That dad was the one?"
"Ah." Narcissa blushed. "Your father…he was something else when we were your age. Nice looking," the both ignored Lucius' 'hey!', "handsome, courteous, kind…but most of all he loved me."
Draco snorted at the affronted look on his father's face. He imagined that was what he would look like someday. "But how did you know?"
Narcissa kissed him on the forehead and hugged him even tighter, "because I loved him first."
"Narcissa!" Lucius gaped, "you did not!"
"But I did, my dear Lucius." Narcissa smiled as she walked over to her husband and wrapped her in her silk glad arms, kissing him gently on the lips. Draco felt his heart constrict. He wanted this with Harry, what his parents had. They loved each other so much you could feel it hanging in the air.
"But you…" His father looked so funny with that dumbfounded expression on his face that Draco had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at him.
"Well, now, I couldn't just let you think you didn't have to work for it, could I?"
Draco giggled and then sharply turned to the bed when he heard a soft groan. He rushed to Harry's side and held his hand as those lovely green eyes opened.
"Hey." Well, that was the stupidest thing he could have said.
Harry opened his mouth to reply but all that came out was a grunt. Draco grabbed the water glass from his bedside and poured a little into it. He helped Harry up some and then helped him drink.
"Thanks." Harry was able to whisper.
Draco nodded and set the glass back down and then just held his hand as Harry finished waking up. He looked at Draco's parents but didn't say anything about them being there.
After a few minutes he said, "Sin?"
Draco told him everything that he knew and reassured him she was fine. He was glad his parents hadn't interrupted. He could tell that Harry wanted to cry but for some reason was forcing himself not too. He finished telling Harry of the last few days, including the upcoming trial, and soon there was nothing left to tell him. Draco trailed off after realizing he was babbling.
"I have ordered your robes from Voltare and will be picking them up this afternoon before we leave for Hogwarts." Narcissa said gently into the silence he had left.
"You didn't have to get us robes to go to Court, Mother."
"You are a Malfoy, Draco, and you will dress as one. So will Harry."
"Father, I don't think Harry really cares what his robes look like."
"He probably doesn't." Draco's mother agreed with a small sniff and Harry snorted at that. "That is why I ordered them."
"Don't push to much, Mother." Draco warned.
"I am not pushing." Narcissa promised gently as she patted her sons hand where it was resting on the bed near Harry's hip. "I am spoiling."
Lucius snorted. "Potter may need that but I think we have done enough of that for our son to last us his lifetime."
Draco stuck his tongue out at his father and Narcissa grinned.
"You guys…" Everyone turned to stare at Harry in surprise as they hadn't known he was awake, "it's nice to see this side of you all."
Lucius nodded that he understood, Harry and he were close after all, but Narcissa frowned. "We all play our parts, Harry."
Harry sighed and looked away. "I am tired of acting."
"You don't have to around us, you know?"
"I do."
"But-"
"Draco, though we are mates…we really don't know each other well." Harry was hesitant to break the mood.
Draco pouted again. "We would be able to remedy that if you would stay conscious for longer than three hours at a time."
Harry's eyes bugged out and Lucius grinned while Narcissa gasped his name.
"Merlin," Harry turned wide eyes to Lucius and Narcissa and tried desperately to keep his lips from twitching. His voice was dry though and it caused the others to break out in laughter. "You did spoil him too much!"
They talked and laughed for a few more minutes before Draco's parents left with hugs and kisses to both boys. Draco thought Harry's blush when Narcissa kissed him on the forehead very cute.
"Thank you." Harry's voice was still thick from sleeping so much but Draco was glad to hear it.
"For what?"
"Being here."
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Draco leaned down to press a light kiss to Harry's lips. Harry sighed and settled back into the bed in a more comfortable spot. Once he was done, Draco crawled onto the bed beside him and sighed in bliss when Harry snuggled up next to him. They needed this, they really did. They spent the next few hours talking quietly.
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Also, Blaise Zabini is a girl in this story of mine. I know that in book 6, JKR finally reveals the gender of Blaise, but this was started before book 6 and anyways, I am not JKR so anything, ANYTHING, I write here is AU.
To everyone that has waited for this chapter so patiently I do hope it meets expectations. As to those who weren't patient…PPPTTHHHTTT (I am sticking my tongue out at you!!!) I did try- really, really hard to get this out sooner than the last time. But it seems life hates me. The last few years have SUCKED.
I know I changed Pomfrey's name. There is a reason.
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