Malfoy jerked awake, the movement sending an electric shock of pain through his body. He was lying in a large, tacky leather chair covered in about six large wool blankets. He felt feverishly hot and even the smallest breath brought a stabbing pain to his body.
"Oh good, you're awake." Harry entered the room carrying a box of medical supplies.
Malfoy tried desperately to form words "wh-where…"
"Don't talk," Harry commanded. He crossed the room and put his hand on Draco's head.
Although he had no strength to speak, Malfoy managed to raise a sarcastically questioning eyebrow.
"Shut it!" Malfoy thought he almost saw Potter blush. "I'm seeing if you have a fever, that's all!"
A sudden twinge of pain made the Slytherin gasp sharply and jerk forward. He coughed painfully, tasting a metallic blood in his throat.
A cool cloth pressed firmly against his head while Potter's other hand pushed him lightly back onto the chair. The brunette began removing the feverish blankets to cool Malfoy. He found himself shirtless, decorated with bloodstained bandages. Wordlessly, Harry began to remove the bandages as Malfoy panted in an agonized attempt to breathe through the pain. Harry's finger brushed a cut on Malfoy's chest as he removed the bandage, causing him to cringe.
"Sorry," the Gryffindor mumbled.
Unable to move, Draco found himself watching Harry work over him. Funny, he had never noticed how long Potter's eyelashes were. They framed his vibrant green eyes quite beautifully. His eyes wandered to the boy's loose fitting robe. Draco could clearly see Potter's bare skin stretched tightly over his collarbone and felt an odd urge to lick him there, to claim him as his own…Another onslaught of pain jerked the Slytherin back to reality. Harry was putting disinfectant on the cuts on his chest. He dabbed a cotton ball gently on one of the gashes, making the blonde tense and hiss. He dug his nails into Harry's arm and drew a small amount of blood.
"Ouch!" Harry glared at Malfoy and proceeded to lick the blood off. Watching Potter suck the torn skin brought back the devilish desire for Draco to touch him. Just as Malfoy shifted closer to him, Harry went back to cleaning the cuts, catching the blonde off guard and making him roar in pain and surprise. His hands swung wildly, knocking a bottle of disinfectant out of Potter's hand.
"You idiot!" Harry snapped. "Now look what you've done." As he knelt to clean the mess, his robe slipped open, revealing a taunt, muscular chest and pair of brown trousers.
Draco gasped, not just because the sight made him dizzy, but because another strangling wave of pain assaulted his body. He bit his lip stubbornly, refusing to show weakness in front of his enemy, but his eyes began to tear and a small cry escaped his lips.
Instantly, Potter was at his side. Holding Draco's madly writhing arms against his chest, Harry climbed onto the chair so that Malfoy's head rested against his neck. The robe had slipped down to his shoulders, but he didn't bother to move Draco and pull it up.
The blonde boy thrashed and screamed in agony, then turned his face into Harry's chest and dissolved into sobs. Harry held the boy tightly; he seemed so small and feeble, far different from the Draco he knew. He rested his chin atop the weeping boy's head, wondering what must have happened to make Malfoy like this.
Well I was so inspired by everyone's immediate support that I decided to type up the second chapter already! I actually have a lot written for this fanfiction, I'm just hoping to type a chapter, then write a new chapter so that I can keep updating quickly and create world peace (or something like that.) I am still unsure whether this will be a full on yaoi or just vaguely imbedded into the story…what do you guys think? I've never written something that…exciting before so let me know what you peeps think is best.
GUESS WHAT! I drove alone for the first time today! I have had my license for quite some time, but was too chicken to drive alone! Well I did it…and illegally drove my friend (she had to show me how to get through her gated community) and banged a U-ey (I love saying that!) in the process. Woot woot!
Wanna hear a joke? The kids I babysit for told me it. How do you make Lady Gaga cry? Poker face! Get it? Hahahaa….well it was funny to me.