With Darkness as our Blanket
- by BiSciFiGuy -
Pairing: Harry P./Draco M.
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M (Violence, Gay themes, Bad language)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or character histories or places or anything except my own plot. No copyright infringement is intended. I am not responsible for any underage readers who come across this story.
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Chapter 9 : Trouble
After using the Floo to get back home Harry and Seamus apparated to St Mungo's almost immediately. Since they had no way of actually contacting Ginny again they stepped up to the large information desk at the entrance to the hospital. An elderly witch sat behind the ancient desk, her attention so fully absorbed in the parchments she was reading that she didn't notice the two young men standing near her until Seamus made a deep grunting noise that echoed through the empty hallways. Another elderly wizard down the hall looked up at them but quickly went back to whatever he had been doing before the sound. The receptionist witch looked up at them too and she smiled politely.
"Yes gentlemen, how may I help you?" Harry made to answer her but felt his throat tighten at the thought of not knowing how Draco was doing. Thankfully Seamus was with him and took over, drawing the witch's eyes away from the startled young man in front of her.
"We are here to see Draco Malfoy, I believe he was brought in about half an hour ago?" The witch's forehead creased into a frown and she started shuffling through rolls of parchment at a glacial pace and Harry felt tension tighten his insides, he could hardly breathe and cursed the old woman every time she discarded one of the rolls. Finally she picked one up and after scanning it briefly put it back on the desk.
"Mister Malfoy is being treated in Muggle Mishaps. It's on the third floor, down the corridor to your left". She smiled again and as though shutting herself in a plastic bubble, ignored the two men in standing at the desk. They made their way up the stairs to the third floor and found Ginny in the Muggle Mishaps waiting room. When she saw them she rose quickly from her chair and ran to them, embracing Harry and Seamus both in a desperate hug. She was crying on their shoulders and Harry felt his heart sink. He knew something very bad had happened. As they helped Ginny back to the chairs in the waiting room Harry noticed a red stain on her shirt and the hand that was clutching at his shoulder was also covered in the red stain. It took him several second to realise that it was blood. They gently lowered her into one of the chairs and Harry saw the full extent of the stain on her clothes. The entire front of her dress was covered in blood, the life fluid turning her light blue dress a garish, dark red that was almost black in the spots where the blood had completely dried. She was crying and rocking herself back and forth as Seamus gently rubbed her shoulders. Harry knew that she needed to be comforted but he also needed to know what had happened and more importantly where Draco was and if he could see him. Harry stepped close to Ginny and lowered himself to his knees in front of her before gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Ginny, you have to tell me what happened?" She looked up at him through glazed eyes and after a seconds thought, as though she were trying to remember, the words burst out of her in and unintelligible flood.
"We were at the club… we left and we saw… and he was there and… and the explosion and the shouting… then Draco… oh Merlin, Draco was…" She started hyperventilating and Harry rushed to get her a goblet of water from the enchanted waterfall by the door. She took it from him gratefully and sipped at it. With a quick glance at Seamus, who nodded, Harry asked Ginny to explain again.
"After we left the apartment, Draco and I spent some time at the hotel, enjoying the room service and the bottles of Champagne we'd ordered. Then around eight we went out to this muggle club that Hermione once took me and Ron too, I thought it would be a great experience for both me and Draco to go to a muggle club, he'd never been to one". She took a deep breath and another sip of water before she continued. Harry noticed how her hands were shaking and she had to use both to keep the cup from tumbling out of her hands.
"We drank this awful thing called "Absinthe" and this thing called a "blowjob", I thought it was weird but Draco insisted we try it". A small smile made it's way onto her lips as she remembered this particular incident and neither Harry nor Seamus could resist mimicking it.
"A while later we got tired of the club because nothing really happened there, there were no enchanted tables or any magical cocktails so we decided we'd go to "the charm room" to spent some time away from muggles". Harry had heard of 'The Charm Room, it was a prominent club but he had never really been to any real wizard clubs before "The Red Serpent". He noticed that Ginny was becoming nervous again as she was clearly nearing the part of the story that had gone bad so he discretely transfigured the water into fire whiskey, pointedly ignoring the sign on the wall that warned him not to bring any alcohol into the building. Ginny looked up at him, startled yet grateful, after she took another sip from the goblet. He shook his head and made a silent gesture for her to remain quiet. She took another, much bigger sip before continuing with the story.
"When we came out of the muggle club we decided we'd walk through the centre of town on our way to the Charm Room. When we walked past one of those statues of those guys on horses, we heard someone scream something from across the road but we hardly paid any attention because we assumed no one knew us and we kept on walking. Then we heard another scream and it was closer, I noticed a man running towards us then and I thought it must be someone we knew from school or something". She went silent for several excruciating seconds after which Harry gently prodded her with his finger.
"Oh, well, we stopped walking and waited for him. We weren't sure who he was but I thought I recognised him from somewhere. He finally came up to us and asked Draco who he was". Her eyes glazed over suddenly and she seemed to have become lost in her own thoughts, her hands were shaking again and little drops of whiskey were popping out of the glass and splattering on the floor. Harry knelt down in front of her again and took her hands in his.
"What happened then Ginny, please; you have to tell me?".
"When Draco told the man who he was; the man's eyes sort of went dark, completely empty like he had just heard some kind of terrible news. That's when I recognised him. It was mister Fletchley, you know, Justin Finch-Fletchley's Dad". She looked at Harry and waited for him to confirm that he knew who she was talking about.
Justin had died during Lucius' attack at Hogwarts and Mister Fletchley had appeared at the school a few hours after the attack to help identify the dead and had at first been panicked and apprehensive until he found the body and confirmed that his son had died, he'd become a mere ghost of the man he had been just minutes before the discovery and had walked around the school in an utter daze, his eyes frozen in their sockets. Harry had seen him and had felt his heart melt for the man but he'd had his own grief to deal with, having lost many of the people he'd grown up with along with one of his two closest friends. He could suddenly understand why Ginny could only recognise the man after he'd zoned out, it was an image he himself could not get out of his head. He turned back to Ginny and nodded his confirmation before she continued.
"He just sort of stared at us for maybe a minute. I started to get worried tried to speak to him, I patted his shoulder and shook him but all he did was stare at Draco, I could see Draco was becoming uncomfortable and tried again. Then mister Fletchley freaked out, he just started yelling at Draco and ran at him. I tried to keep him back but he was too strong, I yelled at Draco to run and he did. Some other man in the street grabbed mister Fletchley and he started yelling at Draco that it was Draco's fault that Justin was dead". Tears poured out of Ginny again and she took a deep swallow from the goblet and gestured for Harry to bring more, which he did and secretly transfigured along the way.
"This time Draco froze and he turned to Mister Fletchley, the other man in the street was still holding onto him and staring at me. But before I could explain anything to the man, mister Fletchley had done something and the man fell to the ground. And then I saw some kind of black thing, mister Fletchley was pointing it at Draco. There was some kind of explosion and Draco seemed to grumble, like he was shocked or something, there were more explosions and people were screaming and then Draco fell". Ginny started rocking herself again and Seamus looked up at Harry from the seat, they both knew what Ginny was describing, mister Fletchley had shot Draco. Harry felt his own heart shudder in his chest as he though of the bullets piercing Draco's body, shattering his bones or organs as they made their way through his body. He reached forward and took the goblet from Ginny and swallowed fire whiskey in a big gulp.
"I… I brought him here, apparated right in front of muggles". She seemed worried about this but it was clear the situation with Draco had been much more important to her and Harry silently applauded her.
"What did the doctors say when you brought him in Ginny?" Seamus asked, saying something for the first time since they had arrived and Harry realised that Seamus must have been just as worried about Ginny as Harry had been about Draco. Harry sighed and berated himself for not giving the couple time to even greet properly.
"Nothing, I brought him in and this guy took him away in a rush. He was calling out all kinds of weird statistics and potion names. He looked really panicked. He said he'd come give me an update as soon as he could but he hasn't been back yet". She sighed and looked at the peach coloured doors in on the opposite wall. Harry followed her eyes and he knew that somewhere behind those doors the love of his life was in serious pain.
"Ginny, do you know how many times Mister Fletchley shot Draco?" Harry asked suddenly, trying to fill the uncomfortable silence that seemed so common in waiting rooms. Ginny looked at him through tear filled eyes.
"I don't know, I'm sorry. There was so much blood, I've never seen anything like it. And Draco got paler and paler all the while I was trying to get him into a good position to apparate. And then even more when the doctor took him away". She sighed and leaned back against Seamus who kissed her hair and massaged her fingers with his own as the silence fell in the room again.
Half an hour passed by and Harry could hardly breathe, the room felt as though it were trying to compress itself into something the size of a wand box and Harry felt trapped. As he sat back in the chair he silently cursed the world. He cursed Lucius Malfoy for making the world hate his name, he cursed Justin Finch-Fletchley's father for hurting the only man Harry has ever loved, he cursed Samuel Colt and Oliver Winchester and all the other creators of firearms he could remember and he even cursed the staff at St mungo's for keeping him in the dark about Draco's condition for all this time.
As if in response to his curses one of the peach coloured doors flew open and a young man stepped out into the waiting room. He was hardly older than Harry, probably only twenty four or twenty five. He looked dishevelled and harassed and, in Harry's opinion, quite terrified. His hair was a reddish brown and hung slightly over his blue –green eyes that stared out from a pale boyish face. He scanned the room quickly as though searching for people he hoped weren't there. His eyes found Harry's and they locked for a moment before the man came walking towards him, the light blue robes he wore fluttering behind him as he marched up to the group. He stopped in front of Harry and stared up into Harry's face as though he was undecided about whether Harry was real or not.
"Hi". He said in a nervous but charming voice, a slight Irish accent was hidden behind his voice, but he'd clearly mostly lost it, much like Seamus had. Harry nodded his head in greeting.
"You must be Harry Potter, mister Malfoy's partner?"
"He doesn't like if you call him that, please use his first name". Blue robes fluttered as the doctor looked around, it seemed like he was afraid of someone or something but Harry couldn't really care.
"Very well sir". When Harry nodded he continued.
"My name is George, I admitted Mister.. um, Draco to the Muggle Mishaps wing". He held out his hand and Harry politely shook it, silently feeling his insides boil with worry.
"How is he Doctor?" Harry couldn't keep it to himself anymore.
"Mister Potter, Draco is in very serious condition, I have stabilised his wounds with a suspension spell, to keep the bleeding and damage to a minimum. This is all I can do at the moment since our muggle injury specialist isn't currently here", Harry flinched at the words, Draco was waiting for someone to come help him, waiting there in pain. Harry felt fury build up in him, burning away the worry he'd felt.
"Why can't you treat him Doctor?"
"Sir, I am an intern at this hospital and I have no experience with bullet wounds apart from knowing they the cause violent damage to the body. But rest assured sir, our specialist is sure to arrive within the next ten minutes". Harry sighed, of course there would be interns at the hospital at this time of night, specialists and attendings were off in bed at such an hour and were on call.
"Would you like to see him?". Harry's head whipped up and he nodded.
"Follow me please". The intern made a gesture to indicate that only Harry was allowed to enter and with a wave Harry assured his friends that he'll be back soon.
George led Harry down a long corridor past a nurse's station set in the middle of a large room from which several other corridors spread out in al directions. The rather large woman smiled warmly up at both Harry and George as they made their way down the third corridor past the station. As they walked down the corridor a young woman walked towards them, she was also wearing the same light blue robes as he was. As she walked towards them her blonde hair bobbed up and down on her shoulders. She smiled politely a them and made to say something to George.
"I can't do this yet Meredith". George angrily told her and he started walking faster, Harry followed him with a curious look back at the woman, she seemed exasperated and sad and Harry couldn't help but be curious about the history behind that simple sentence.
Before he could muse about it anymore though they came to closed, ivory coloured door. George leaned forward and let Harry in. Apart from the bed on which Draco lay the room was pretty much empty, there was a single chair standing between the bed and the opposite wall, as well as a cabinet beside it. Near the door stood a large metal trolley that most likely housed various potions. Harry cautiously approached the bed, Draco lay naked on the mattress, a small piece of fabric protecting his dignity. He was almost as white as the sheets he was on. They had cleaned him up and Harry saw three round entry holes, two in his abdomen and one in his chest. They seemed like something outside reality, they were simply holes, there was no blood being pumped from them as one grew accustomed to expect with a bullet wound. Far in the distance Harry heard someone calling to someone else and as George vanished from the room Harry felt a tinge of excitement at the thought that perhaps the specialist had arrived..
He stood next to the bed and looked down at Draco and was shocked when the blonde smiled at him. He'd expected Draco to be sedated. But then of course he had never seen a wizard get shot before.
"Draco, are you okay?" He asked as he sat down, it was a stupid question to ask but it was the first thing that came to mind. Draco seemed to think the same thing but kept his tongue in check.
"I don't know, the doctors look grim".
"Don't worry, you'll be fine". Harry wasn't sure if he believed it, Draco's voice sounded soft and weak, almost like it took all his energy to speak or think. He also seemed to have paled even more by just speaking that one sentence. George returned to the room and noticing Harry's enquiring look he smiled.
"Our specialist will be here shortly". He turned to leave but Harry stopped him with a almost whispered 'Wait'. George turned back to face him.
"Can Draco move, can I hold him?" George smiled and looked around the room again.
"Yes, It's just the bullets that are suspended, the rest of him is quite fine".
"Thank you". Harry mumbled and the Intern opened the door, Harry saw another blonde young woman outside the door, her face was lit up in excitement for some reason and Harry heard a fraction of her and George's conversation.
"I hear you have a gunshot victim, can I see him?" Harry cringed at how excited her voice was at the prospect of seeing Draco.
"Merlin Izzy, give these people some privacy and don't…" The rest of the intern's words were lost when the door closed but Harry gained a sense of respect for the young intern.
"It seems I'm quite popular here". Draco whispered softly, he looked even more pale than he had when Harry had entered the room. With permission to move his lover Harry couldn't stop himself anymore and he pulled Draco into a tight embrace before slipping his left leg onto the bed and then proceeded to settle himself behind Draco, his legs stretched out on either side of his pale lover. Draco sighed and leaned back into Harry's arms, enjoying the feel of Harry's warm body against his. Harry noticed how cold Draco had become and he embraced the blonde in his lap. He placed a soft kiss on Draco's neck and revelled in the now familiar smell that settled behind his eyes whenever Draco was near. They sat together for what could have been minutes, but was perhaps hours, neither man knew and neither man cared.
The door opened and they looked up to find a short black woman standing in the doorway, her hair was cut in a rather short bob that showed off the gold ear rings she wore. Her round face lit up when she smiled at them, her chocolate eyes warming the entire room as she started walking towards them, at the foot of the bed she stopped and picked up Draco's chart.
"Mister Malf…" She saw something on the chart and looked up at the two of them. "I mean, Draco, I am Doctor Bailey. I am the muggle injury specialist". She turned her eyes to Harry and appraised him with undisguised disapproval at his position on the bed.
"And you are?".
"Harry Potter Doctor, I am Draco's partner". Recognition spread across the Doctor's face but she concealed it quickly with a look of pure professionalism and asked them to explain what exactly had happened. Draco told her the story, all the while Harry noticed how Draco seemed to pale more and more with every word. When he finished she smiled politely at them and made to speak to Harry but he cut her off.
"I am not leaving him, you can forget it". She bit her lip and stared at him as though unable to believe what she had just heard. She made a small nod and started examining Draco.
"Draco, I am going to remove the suspension spell from your wounds, I will then proceed to remove the bullets from you". Both Harry and Draco nodded and she whispered a lengthy spell. Draco suddenly stiffened in Harry's arms and he turned his head to look at Harry's eyes. Draco's grey orbs were clouded with panic and pain. Doctor Bailey started waving her wand over the wounds in Draco's abdomen and he started shivering.
"Oh Merlin Harry, I'm dying". He groaned and even though Harry hadn't thought it possible, Draco became still more pale. He tightened his arms around Draco's shivering body and kissed the almost transparently white features.
"No Draco, you aren't going to die, we have so much more to live for. We're being bonded tomorrow". At this Doctor bailey looked up, something was clearly sitting on her tongue, ready to be said but Harry threw her a warning look and she shrugged before continuing.
"Oh Harry, I don't want to leave you alone".
"You wont Draco, the Doctor will fix you up without a problem". Harry looked at the short woman but her face was a mask of professionalism again and he looked back into Draco's eyes.
"Harry, you have to promise me, If I die that you will go on with the baby thing, please, I'm sure they can still get my sperm after I'm dead can't they". Harry could do nothing but nod to assure Draco even though he had no idea whether it was true or not.
"I love you Harry". Draco whispered in his ear and Harry realised that it was the first time Draco had actually said it to him, the first time either of them had said it since their relationship had started so many years before. He leaned in and kissed Draco.
"I love you too, now and forever". He whispered through the kiss and felt the sudden uncontrollable urge to tell Draco the truth about his condition, that if Draco died tonight then Harry would follow him soon after. The words were about to tumble from his lips when Doctor Bailey cleared her throat. Harry could hardly believe that a woman who was that professional in her work could be so tactless at such a pivotal moment.
"What?" He asked angrily and for some reason the woman smiled at him, Harry thought that the woman must be crazy.
"Please forgive me for interrupting your moment but I thought it prudent to tell you that you and Draco can go home now". Harry and Draco both stared at her in disbelief.
"We can do what?" Harry asked.
"You can go home". Harry looked down at the pale, weak Draco and again thought the woman insane.
"How can you say that, look at him?"
"I am, but if you look at him you will notice that he is healed". Harry looked down at Draco's chest and indeed saw that the wounds had been healed, thin layers of skin were forming over the three round holes.
"You're right, but why is he…?"
"So pale and weak, apart from what I just healed; Draco did loose a lot of blood but the injury wasn't very serious".
"But George told us that Draco was in a serious condition". Harry said, Draco still seemed unable to find words.
"Sir, George is a newly arrived intern, he has never in his life seen a gunshot wound and he was overly cautious", Harry felt his face flush with anger, Doctor Bailey clearly saw it too and she continued in a calm voice "I assure you Mister Potter, George acted as he is trained to do, whenever we are faced with something we have never seen before; it is protocol to suspend the person's injuries and classify them as serious until a valid course of treatment can be found". Draco shifted in Harry's arms and suddenly found his voice.
"I was never in any danger of dying was I?"
"Well, before you reached St Mungo's you were in grave risk but as soon as you appeared in the reception area you had no risk of dying". Harry and Draco both sighed and the Doctor smiled. She rummaged in the cabinet and pulled out two vials of potion, she explained to them that Draco needed to drink the clear one an hour before he went to sleep and the other murky liquid as soon as he woke up the next morning.
"Both potions will help the wound heal and will work to help you body reform the blood you lost, which is why you feel so weak and tired. You will still be rather weak and may experience some pain for the next few hours but take the potions as I instructed and then by noon tomorrow you should have no remaining side effects of your incident Draco, it'll almost be like it never happened".
"Thank you". Harry and Draco said in unison and Doctor Bailey nodded.
"I hear you are being bonded tomorrow?" She asked politely, curiosity bubbling in her eyes.
"Yes, around noon actually".
"Well, congratulations". And with that she turned on her heel and left the room. Harry and Draco looked at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing. It seemed inappropriate but it relieved all the tension that had built up during the few minutes Doctor Bailey had been in the room.
Their laughter was interrupted a few minutes later by the appearance of George, He was fighting off a black haired Asian woman who seemed to be struggling to catch a glimpse of Draco.
"Come on, just a peek".
"No, Damn it, get out". George pushed the woman away and looked at Harry and Draco, a slight blush forming in his cheeks.
"Sorry about that". Harry shook his head to indicate that they weren't disturbed.
"An official from the ministry is here to take your statement mister Mal… Draco. Would it be okay if I brought him in". Both young men nodded and with a polite wave George vanished out the door again only to be replaced by a tall stern faced man a moment later. The tall man stared at them with an expression that Harry could only describe as contempt.
"Mister Malfoy, Mister Potter". Both men made the familiar protest about the name but the man seemed not to care.
"Mister Malfoy, My name is Ivor. I am from the ministry and here to determine whether it was necessary for you and miss Ginerva Weasley to apparate in front of more than a hundred muggles".
"Of course it was necessary, Draco was bleeding to death in the street". The man turned to face Harry and he saw pure hatred flash behind the brown eyes.
"Mister Potter, please refrain from interfering in this investigation or you will be arrested for obstruction". Harry could hardly belief his ears and was about to protest when he saw Draco shake his head slightly.
"Fine, do whatever you want but you could really learn to be a bit nicer to people". Harry said to the man's face before settling in the only chair, ready to explode if he though it necessary.
Draco went on to explain to the man what exactly had happened during the exchange with Justin's father and the events that followed. Ivor periodically interrupted in a rude tone to ask questions that Harry knew were designed to trip Draco up and prove that he and Ginny were lying. If Harry knew the ministry well enough then they were currently interrogating Ginny as well. As he listened to the rude man he felt the now familiar twinge start in his feet and he felt for the potion in his pocket. He reluctantly excused himself from the room under the guise of getting a glass of water and stepped out into the hallway. He needed somewhere to take his potion, the doctors in the hospital would immediately recognise the potion he was taking if he took it in the hall. He made his way down the hall back toward the nurse's station and found a door that led to a small staff staircase. He checked around him and slipped through the door. He walked down half a flight and settled on one of the steps. The purple fluid in the vial splashed around as he opened the top and held it up to let a single drop fall into his mouth. The potion burned his tongue and throat as it went down but the sensation quickly passed and he felt the numb throbbing in his feet subside
"How long have you had the Creep?" A voice asked near him and Harry nearly dropped the vial in fright. He looked down and found the exhausted intern sitting on the bottom half of the flight, he was just low enough then that railing hid him from view unless one were sitting on the floor like Harry was. Harry considered bolting for the door but the young Doctor seemed so trusting.
"Just over two weeks". Harry mumbled.
"That means you have about a week left or so left?"
"Yeah, twelve days actually". They sat in silence for a moment and Harry slipped the vial back into his pocket.
"You're Harry Potter aren't you, the boy-who-lived?" Harry still didn't like being called by that title but he nodded anyway, too tired to care about it.
"When I was at Hogwarts I lost my best friend, he was the first victim of the new war". Harry felt his stomach clench. People tended to talk about the war whenever they met someone who had fought in the last battle, as though any of them really wanted to know of more suffering than they had seen. Harry looked down at the intern again and he suddenly seemed familiar.
"When was this?". Harry asked, he had a suspicious feeling that he knew.
"It was in my sixth year". Harry finally recognised him.
"You were Cedric's best friend weren't you?" He asked and George got up and settled himself beside Harry cautiously.
"Yes, but for most of the previous two years we had been together". Harry's ears perked up and he felt something inside himself shudder. "Don't worry Harry, we weren't together anymore when he started seeing you". Harry blushed at the thought but nodded anyway.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help him when we were in the graveyard". Harry said as he slowly lifted himself off the step.
"You couldn't have helped it anyway". George stared off into the distance and Harry knew that the man beside him missed Cedric just as much as he had, and still did sometimes. Harry patted him on the shoulder and began walking away.
"Don't worry about what I saw Harry, I wont tell anyone, I promise".
"Thank you Doctor George". Harry said and made his way back to Draco's room.
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The got home just before four the next morning, Harry and Seamus were supporting Draco between them, he was still weak from the blood loss but the potion seemed to have worked wonders for the pain and the newly formed skin on the wounds weren't transparent anymore. They gently settled him in the double bed and then Harry and Ginny made their way to the kitchen, leaving Seamus with Draco.
In the kitchen Ginny turned to Harry and they embraced for a moment.
"Merlin, I am so glad that's over". She said as she flicked her wand to turn on the kettle, Harry in turn flicked his own wand and stared making the coffee by hand. Ginny grimaced at him but settled herself into one of the chairs.
"Yeah, those guys from the ministry were just awful weren't they?"
"Yes, They were. I'm just glad they didn't arrest any of us". The men had hung around the group like flies around a corpse for almost an hour before it was finally decided that Ginny and Draco had a just cause to use magic in front of muggles. It was decided that the ministry would alter the muggle memories and all would be back to normal for them. Mister Fletchley was to have his memory erased as well but would also have a spell placed on him that prevented him from harming Draco or any wizard ever again. Harry was thankful for that part of the deal.
After they made coffee and carried the cups back to the bedroom, Seamus gestured for them to be quiet when they entered and they saw Draco had drifted off and was sleeping soundly, no expression on his face.
"Are you guys still going forward with the ceremony tomorrow?" Seamus whispered to Harry as he took his cup from Ginny.
"Yeah, If Draco feels up to it. Doctor Bailey said that he should be fine for the ceremony".
"That's great Harry, you guys really deserve to be happy". Ginny said.
'How can I deserve to be happy when I am about to cause Draco more pain than he could ever deserve' Harry thought as he looked at the sleeping form on the bed and sipped his coffee.
Just as the sun started coming up the three friends decided that they did indeed need some sleep and Ginny and Seamus drifted from the room leaving Harry alone with Draco. He sat staring at his beloved for another moment before stripping of his clothes and crawling into bed behind him. The last thing Harry remembered doing was slipping his hand around Draco's body and kissing his neck softly.
A/N: I don't really know how or why that little smudge of Grey's Anatomy appeared in my story but I'm sure my weird little brain knows why it's there. Please review ;-).