Title: Pretty eyes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…Only in my dreams X3

Rating: M in following chapters.

Pairings: Draco/Harry.

Summary: After summer, Hogwarts opens it's doors again. Harry's happy to go back, but people says he looks like a girl! Also, Malfoy and Zabini begin to act strangely towards him… D/H.

A/N: I'm REALLY sorry for the late update!! I've been busy with school and I've been having some personal problems, and plus, Microsoft word is functioning strangely… I hope it'll get better soon because I don't liiiiike working with it like this!! But don't worry, this is not going to stop me from writing this fanfic! xD Anywho, thanks to everybody for waiting and I'm sorry sorry sorry sorry for the late update! As for the chapter, I like it pretty much :P I'm trying to define Hermione's character a bit more, but I think that Ron's stayed a bit plain… TT I'll see what I do xD Well, the poison's working well! :P Poor Harry xD Harry's and Draco's relashionship will develop fast from here, so be ready for it xD Well, thank's everybody for reading, and I hope you'll like this chapter!

Pretty eyes

Suddenly, everything went blank, and Harry fell into the cushions, barely seeing Pomphrey's figure enter the stance.

He felt helpless. He was confused. He didn't want anything, he didn't want to eat, to sleep, to stay awake, to talk, nothing. Just let himself drift into the darkness that slowly enveloped him.

But he didn't have that chance… And Harry woke up. The bright sun hurt his eyes. At some meters from him, the white curtains whirled softly. His whole body felt numb, his throat was harsh.

"Water…" He said, speaking to himself. "Nnn…"

What had happened? Why was everything so calm…When some seconds ago Sirius had his hands around his neck, ready to strangle him to death?

A light sound beside the bed startled him, and he lifted his eyes to see a glass of water being shoved into his mouth. Harry chocked, suffocating under the flow of water that uncontrollably slid everywhere.

He shoved the person's arm away and took a deep breath, coughing and getting angry.

"Oh, I forgot how delicate Mr. Savior of the World is." Sneered a known voice.

"…What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Kind of long to explain…"

"Oh, Mr. Potter! I see you're awake!" Interrupted a dynamic voice.

"Madam Pomphrey…"

"How are you?"

"Umm…I'm feeling a bit dizzy…But it's all right."

"You really gave me a fright, yesterday. You suddenly screamed as if you were being killed and I had to rush here as fast as I could. And don't worry, anything you could have seen or could have experienced was all the effect of the Giant Earthworm's poison. It was far worse than I thought it would be… You've been unconscious all the night and the day, its afternoon already. You'll have to stay here a few days, Mr. Potter. I'm going to be taking care of you with Mr. Malfoy's help –"

"Malfoy's?? Why??"

"Don't get your hopes up, Potter. It's McGonagall's decision. Seems like she doesn't like my behaviour so she has given me this – detention."

"Shiiit…" Murmured Harry.

"Well, Pot-head, I don't particularly like this arrangement either, you know."

"Boys, chat's over. Harry, let me give you some things. I'm going to give you something for this dizziness."

She left the room, searching for the potion she had mentioned.

"How long are you going to be here?"

"Until the effect of the poison is gone. Every afternoon after classes."

"Shit…"

"…Just my luck."

Harry eyed him with anger, but said nothing.

"Well, will you drink that fucking glass of water, now?"

"I can serve myself, thanks."

"I don't think so, Potty."

"Shut up, you filthy snake!"

Harry stretched his arm towards the bed-side table, and took the carafe with a trembling hand, realising he was far too weak keep steady.

"Aaaah fucking Earthworm!!" He said, sloping back into his bed. He took his trembling hand to his face and sighed deeply.

"You're too weak right now, Potter. The poison's effect is not only psychological, it seems; it also affects your body. …That means I'm gonna have a lot of work…"

"Oh shiiit why did it have to be you?"

"I'm asking this myself, you dumb Gryffindor."

Madam Pomphrey entered then the room, with various potions in her arms.

"I've decided to give you something more than only that anti-dizziness potion. Let's see if it goes a little better."

"Oh no…" Muttered Harry. "This is going to be SO long…"

Two days passed without further event, Harry didn't have any other hallucination; the poison was now only affecting his body, making him extremely weak. Hermione and Ron came to see him everyday, and Malfoy was as bitter as always. Everything went pretty smoothly, but Harry felt each day pass as if it had been an eternity.

"Ouch…Hurts, Malfoy!" He screamed the third day, while the Slytherin was trying to brush the brunette's hair (it hadn't been done since Harry had been crushed by the worm).

"Well, sorry Potter, I'm doing my best here. Not like I wanted to do this in the first place."

Harry didn't answer back and just continued to whine under the blonde's hand. 'He's got such beautiful hair…' Thought Draco. 'Smooth and shiny…It's the first time that I get to touch it. Lucky…!'

By that time, Draco had come to terms with himself. More than a month had passed since the time he had thought of Harry in a seductive manner, so he had had a lot of time to wonder about it. He came to the conclusion that, even if the boy was really, really beautiful and attractive, his personality was still the same: shit. He would always be an egocentric and spoiled brat, that would never change. Even if he would sporadically feel attracted to the boy's body, that wouldn't change his status of Arch-Nemesis of the-boy-who-lived. Never. So he still could enjoy these little moments of body touching without remorse…

Unintentionally, Draco slightly touched Harry's nape with the tip of his fingers. He scolded himself but enjoyed the feeling of the other's skin…And was shocked to feel Harry splendidly shiver when he touched him. His hands stopped brushing his hair, and he just looked at the shivering boy with an enormously shocked face.

"…Potter?"

"I – I don't know what happened, okay? I don't know, so…Just, just…Go on with the brushing." Said Harry, stammering.

"But…What was that, just now?"

"I don't know, okay? I simply don't know! Why won't you just let it go?"

Draco wondered about what Harry was saying, and found it difficult to believe. He reached the brunette's nape and cautiously caressed it again. To his huge surprise, Harry made a pleasured 'Ah' and shivered even harder.

"Malfoy, STOP!!" Said Harry, turning away from the blonde.

"Okaaaaaaay…Umm…I didn't know you – huh – had these kinds of tastes…!" Said Draco, while beginning to feel himself get aroused.

"But I- I don't! I don't know what's happened, okay? Shit, go away! Go!"

Draco, then, smirked unintentionally and approached the boy's face. He could take advantage of the situation…

"Oh, but this is fun! Could it be that your nape is your sensitive spot?"

"Sen – sensitive spot? What are you talking about? It's got nothing to do with that! AND I THINK I TOLD YOU TO GO!"

"I don't think I'm going to go too soon… I made an interesting discovery." Smirked Draco, inwardly wanting more of Harry's sighing and panting. He had forgot everything about being enemies, and just desired to touch Harry more and more.

"This…No good…" Said Harry, trying to make the blond go away pushing him with weak arms.

The blond took his hands and removed them from him.

"No use trying to fight, Harry…Your condition is too bad for that."

"Don't call me Harry! And stop this, stop this! What's gone over you?"

-What's gone over me…-Repeated lustfully Draco, smirking and beginning to caress Harry's body again. 'No…Wait…What am I doing?' Draco immediately stopped touching the quivering boy. He then just looked at Harry, amazed by the sight. The boy was panting on the bed, face red, and semi-naked. Tears peeked at the corners of his eyes, and Draco felt a terrible remorse when he saw them. He had never desired someone so badly, and had never, ever, seen something so erotic as what he was witnessing at the moment…Even if the Gryffindor was crying, he was still so stunningly beautiful and desirable that Draco couldn't help but being aroused.

"I - I'm sorry 'kay… Should…Better go…Bye." Said Draco, rushing towards the exit door.

Harry looked at him until he was gone, feeling the tears moisten his face, breathing hard. He trembled, wondering about what had just happened. Why had that snake done something like that? And why…had it felt so good? He had tried his best to fight back the urge of letting himself drift into the other's arms, but, to his big humiliation, he had felt his body react to the blonde's touch strongly.

Then, an idea popped into his head. Perhaps everything was an effect of the poison - he had become extra sensitive or something…

'Yeah, must be that…Gonna have to make myself sure of it, though.'

The rest of the afternoon passed with much wondering and a lot of curative potions.

That night, Draco had a lot of trouble to sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about the brunette and how desirable he had looked. He felt angry with himself of having let such a side of his personality being shown…And he now had to struggle with the confusion of seeing his attraction to Harry increase greatly.

With these thoughts in his head, sleep took over him, and his dreams were filled with a lustful pale skin and bright green eyes asking for more.

The next day, Draco entered reluctantly the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomphrey was not in there, as the day before. The blond was pretty nervous, and didn't dare to enter the room in which Harry was resting. While he wondered about that, he suddenly heard a heart-shattering sob that came from the brunette's stance.

'He's crying?' Thought Draco. He rushed past the door, forgetting that the person he was concerning so much about was his Arch-Nemesis. He saw Harry struggling in the bed, crying and muttering incomprehensible words. He sobbed, cried and screamed as if he was being killed.

Draco approached him rapidly, and tried to steady the boy as he could, intending to get his attention by any manner; but the sobbing boy didn't seem to notice his presence.

'Shit…Must be a hallucination.'

"SIRIUS STOP!" Cried the boy, opening his eyes wide.

Then, all struggling stopped, and Harry just looked dazed at the ceiling.

"Potter? Potter? You hear me?"

Harry didn't make any sign of hearing him for some minutes, and then he started to become a bit more aware of everything.

"Malfoy…Where…Sirius…?"

"It was a hallucination, don't worry. …Everything's all right. Don't worry anymore."

"You…consoling me?"

"Ye – I – No…Well, that's not what I mean…Um, I mean…Um…"

Harry smiled a bit, looking at him in the eyes, amused by his confusion. He then snuggled into his arms, startling Draco, and fell asleep.

"Uuuh…Potter? Wha – What are you doing? Wait, no, don't fall asleep…Hey! Don't you hear me?"

But the other boy was already sound asleep. Draco didn't know what to do, so he just stayed as he was, sitting on the bed, arms trapped by the Gryffindor.

After one hour and a half, Draco couldn't take it anymore. 'Gonna have to stay like this all the afternoon or what?' Every time he had tried to free himself, the other boy would begin sobbing and speaking about mean Sirius and stupid Malfoy. Draco feared that the hallucinations would come again if he left the brunette alone. Not that he felt concerned, it was just that it would be more work for him and that he would be scolded by Pomphrey…

"MALFOY!" Screamed a voice behind him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"

"Weasel." Greeted Draco. "Great to see you're in shape."

"LET GO OF HARRY RIGHT NOW!"

Ron rushed towards him, with the intention of forcefully separate Draco from Harry.

"It's him who's clinging to me, you know. I don't think it's a good idea to undo his grip."

The moment Ron forced Harry's arm away from Draco's waist, the boy began to sob, and tears began to flow again. Ron was shocked to see that, and immediately let go of Harry's arm. He looked at Hermione, who had been present the whole time.

"Why, the Mudblood's here also."

"YOU – "

"Stop, Ron. Harry will get awake if you scream. Don't worry, okay?"

"But – "

"Ron."

Ron stayed quiet, fuming.

"It's no good to Harry to spend so much time with this snake."

"I agree with that, but there's nothing we can do."

Draco didn't say anything, but he inwardly threw some insults to them.

"Well…We better get going, since Harry's asleep. We'll come later…" Said Ron. "Don't do anything strange, Malfoy!"

"There's nothing I could do, Weasel."

Ron left the room fuming, leaving Hermione behind him. The girl looked at him, with a suspicious look on her face.

"What, Mudblood?"

"Oh, yes there is."

"…There is what?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Malfoy. I don't know if you have laid your hands on Harry, and I hope you haven't, but just in case; don't even DARE to do it. I'm just warning you, understand? I see the way you look at him. Force yourself onto him and you're dead. I'll make sure of it."

With that, Hermione stormed off, leaving a rather surprised Draco in the room.