Secret Love Can Kill

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Harry POV:

I have to admit, I was very relieved when I saw Draco at breakfast. I had worried about him all night, while having the regular nightmare. I missed him when he was gone, and when I couldn't see him, but I couldn't be around him either it seems, as bad things happen.

When I saw Parkinson go to sit down next to him -thoroughly annoyed I might add- a pain stabbed through my heart. I knew that he would never love me. It was too much to hope for him being gay at all, especially with Parkinson.

I do wonder why Draco's nose is slightly swollen, and why his eyes look quite red. But I shrug it off. Then I try to become engaged in the talk going around me. Hermione is talking to Ginny and Lavender about some transfigurations homework. And Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus were talking about the upcoming game.

I shivered at that. The game. I knew Draco was getting better at Quidditch. He was practising as much as possible.

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I was in the changing rooms, slipping on my glasses. It was raining, and I would need these. The rest of the team got be hind me, and I walked out into the pouring rain.

I walked up to Madam Hooch, shaking hands with the Slytherin Captain.

I looked over at the Slytherin team, and saw Draco, at the back, staring at me.

I turned around, and walked back to my team.

The whistle was blown, and we were off. I couldn't hear Lee over the rain, but I did hear the crowd cheer when Gryffindore shot a goal.

I searched for the snitch, but I couldn't see. I wiped off my glasses, and looked around again. This time, I think, I think I saw it! The little glint of gold, near the ground!

I pushed after it, and I heard thunder. I could also hear Draco coming up behind me, quickly. He was pulling up on my right, which wouldn't help him, as the snitch was on my left.

I reached out to grab it, but it was just out of my fingers.

I felt Draco push into me, and there's good news and bad news.

The good news; I caught the snitch, and heard the crowd cheer.

The bad news; I was pushed off of my broom. I felt a whistling in my ears, and my eyes closed. Then everything faded to black.

Draco POV:
I was sitting in the Great Hall, looking at Potter. I could swear he was staring at me. But with that far-off look, it was hard to say.

My nose was swollen from when Pansy punched me, and my eyes were slightly red and puffy from crying. I had a nightmare about Potter. It was during the Battle of Hogwarts. Potter didn't get up. He was wrong. He was dead.

I cringed at the thought. Pansy sat next to me, and she started talking about the game. I didn't pay any attention. I knew we needed to win this game, but I had a feeling we wouldn't.

Pansy looked at me expectantly and I shrugged.

"Oh come on, you have to try!" She said. Then she whispered in my ear "Don't you want to impress ickle Potter? Let him see how fast you can go." She looked up, and I glared at her. She was smirking, but it was smeared off her face.

"Potter's watching us." She said. I looked up and saw she was right. But Potter stood up then, and left to go get ready for Quidditch, so I did likewise.

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I was about to step into the rain. When I was pushed out of the way. I decided to let the rest of the team go ahead of me.
Standing in the middle of that field while it was raining buckets, was not that fun.

I saw the captains go up to each other and shake hands. I wished I could be up there with Potter. Then again, I might not just shake hands with him.

I saw him look at me with his emerald green eyes. If only he was mine! I sighed in frustration. Thankfully no one heard me over the rain.

I saw Potter turn around and goo back to his team.

The whistle was blown, and I flew higher than everyone else. I looked at Potter, but I looked away immediately after. I was meant to be searching for the snitch, not going googley eyed over Potter.

He dashed off towards the Gryffindore goal posts, so I followed. I realised we were descending towards the ground to.

We were only thirty feet high now.

He reached his hand out, but the snitch was flying just out of his grasp. I came up right behind Potter, though not in the way I really want to.

I heard something behind us, and turned around. I saw a bludger heading straight for Potter's head!

I couldn't have him hurt- or worse killed. So I pulled up on the opposite side of the snitch. I bumped into him enough to knock him off his broom.

He did manage to catch the snitch, and I got hit in the shoulder by that bloody bludger!

I descended like everyone else, and walked up to one of my teammates, and handed them my broom, saying about my shoulder.

I walked after Madam Hooch, but before I left the stadium, I saw Hermione staring at me oddly. I wanted to sneer at her, but I didn't.

I must be going crazy.

I was just nice to a Gryffindore!

Then again, I do love Harry Fucking Potter, so I must already be crazy.

For a Slytherin.

I shook my head. Why was I thinking about that? I had a broken shoulder, and possibly arm. I just saved Potter's life, and I was nice to a different Gryffindore.

We had arrived in the hospital wing, and I flopped onto a bed.

I heard Madam Hooch explain what happened to Potter and I, and then leave. I heard Madam Pomfrey saying something like "Kids and their stupid, dangerous, reckless sports."I rolled my eyes, and decided to get some rest.

When I woke up, there was a lot of noise. Not that there was anyone here to see me, oh no. It was the Gryffindore Quidditch Team, Granger, and a few other Gryffindore's.

There were all talking to Harry, and though I wouldn't get any more sleep, I closed my eyes and pretended to be.

I heard them tell Harry how he fell off his broom, after catching the snitch.

Pot-Harry told them that I had used him off. Had no one else seen the Bludger?

S'pose not.

I did drift in and out of conciseness, in the next few hours, until Granger was the only one left.

I could have sworn Weasley was still here, but decided I didn't care.

She was talking to Harry.

"Harry. Harry!" He was obviously asleep.

"What Hermione? I'm trying to sleep." Harry said groggily.

"I know but I need to tell you something."

"Can't you tell me tomorrow?"

"No. I have to tell you alone."

"Then hurry up." Harry was getting quite mad.

"Malfoy saved you."

I froze.

"What?" Harry asked, interested now.

"When he pushed you off your broom. There was a bludger coming up behind you. How do you suppose he came here? He got hit in the shoulder by it."

Soooo. Someone did see it. I'm glad she didn't tell everyone. I might have died from embarrassment.

"Really?" Harry asked, confused.

"Yes really." I snapped.

Both of them turned to look at me. "What? I wasn't going to have him die. He saved me, I saved him. Debt payed, goodbye, the end."

I closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep. I hadn't meant to say anything. But that was the best lie I had. I wasn't thinking about how he saved me at all when I saved him.

"I'm, uh, just gonna, leave." Oh great. Granger was gonna run.

There was silence. Maybe Harry would let me sleep?

"Malfoy." Nope.

"What?" I said irritably, but I looked over at him.

"Thank You."

I nodded. "Like I said. Debt payed, goodbye the end. We never speak about this again."

He plopped back down on to the bed. I thought I heard him-crying?

I shrugged and turned on my side, my back to him. I had nightmares again that night.

Harry POV:

I was so shocked when Hermione told me about Draco saving me. There was no way. True I hadn't seen the bludger, but no one else had either. I doubted her, until Draco himself spoke up.

After Hermione left, I told myself not to call him Draco. But Malfoy.

What he said hurt me badly. "Like I said. Debt payed, goodbye the end. We never speak about this again."

I looked over at him on his side, back to me. I didn't realise that I had started crying.

Draco started moaning in his sleep. He was thrashing around the bed, and he was sweating. He stopped abruptly though, and muttered something close too "Damn Potter.". But I'm not sure that I heard him right.

I fell asleep, with the picture of Draco in my head.

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