Title: Neither Good nor Evil
Rating: PG – 13
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.
Chapter Thirteen
Sick
Harry wandered back into his and Draco's dormitory two hours later to find Draco fast asleep on the couch. He set his broom stick down by the door and smiled softly. He reached down to brush a piece of hair out of the other boy's face. For once, one of Dumbledore's prophecies did something good.
"Harry?" Draco's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey. How'd your meeting with your dad go?" Harry lifted the blond boy's head and sat down, letting it drop into his lap. Draco grimaced.
"Don't want to talk about it." He murmured.
"Okay. Then I'll talk. I never did get to go flying. I met Hermione halfway to the pitch. She was crying and you'll never guess why," Harry paused, expecting a snide remark. When no sound came from the other boy, he continued, "She told Ron about the prophecy. He seemed sorry, she said. But then, she did something very strange," Draco turned his head to look up at him, "She kissed him."
"Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah and then ran like the wind when he didn't say anything in the first second." Harry laughed.
"Wonder what Weasel'll do." Draco nestled his head back into Harry's lap and closed his eyes.
"If I know Ron, which I'm pretty sure I do, he'll storm in here as soon as the shock wears off and demand we help him figure out what to do." Harry laughed again.
"Hopefully not for a while. 'M tired." Draco muttered.
"If you weren't twice my size, I'd carry you into the bedroom. Since you are, I'll just be your pillow." Harry stroked Draco's hair gently until the other boy drifted off to sleep. Harry leaned his head back. Why couldn't this be all they had to do? It was so peaceful. He closed his eyes for a second…
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"Harry!" A loud yell burst into his peaceful doze. His eyes snapped open and he saw a blur of blond hair streak past his face. He blinked at Draco for a moment before turning to see Ron, standing at the door.
"Ron… shock wore off then, did it?" He winced.
"Harry, you have to help me! She kissed me, Harry! Hermione kissed me! What do I do? What do I do?" Ron demanded. Draco groaned, holding his head.
"Calm down, Ron. Just… take a seat and we'll work this out," Harry said soothingly before turning to Draco, "Are you okay?"
"No." Draco answered simply.
"Well, that cleared that right up. Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey. I'll come see you as soon as Ron stops screaming, okay?" Harry offered.
"Yeah." Draco stood. Harry stood as well and stood on his tip toes to kiss the other boy's cheek. Draco smiled weakly and stumbled off.
"Now, Ron. Slow down and tell me what's wrong." Harry turned to the red head.
"Hermione kissed me, Harry. I don't know what to do. Help!" Ron moaned.
"Okay… First, did you like it?" Harry began. Ron paused for a moment. Harry took that moment to gather his thoughts. What did Hermione say to him when Draco kissed him the first time…?
"Yeah, I did. Is that good or bad?" Ron slumped down into his seat.
"Good. It's good. Next, do you like Hermione? As more then just our bookish friend?" Harry continued.
"I don't know… I mean…" Ron trailed off.
"You do. You like her and you know it," Harry interrupted, "Last, what are you going to do about it?"
"What am I going to do about it? That's what I asked you." Ron was beginning to sound like himself again.
"No. It isn't my job to figure this out. It's yours. You have two options. One, go talk to her and tell her how you feel or two, dance around each other for a few weeks before I get tired of you both and lock you in a closet." Harry smiled and stood up.
"What?" A confused look spread across Ron's face.
"Exactly. Now get out of here. My boyfriend is in the Hospital Wing." Harry began to shoo Ron out.
"I have to go talk to her, don't I?" Ron asked.
"See, you figured that out all on your own. See you later, Ron."
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"No, Mr. Potter. You can't come in." Madame Pomfrey snapped.
"Oh come on. Let me just see him for a little while." Harry pleaded. Madame Pomfrey glared at him.
"Let him in." A soft voice ordered from one of the beds.
"Mr. Malfoy…" Madame Pomfrey began.
"Let him in." The voice repeated.
"You have five minutes, Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey stalked off. Harry hurried over to Draco's bed. He was even more pale then usual.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly.
"That hag says its just exhaustion." Draco murmured. Harry brushed as strand of hair out of his eyes and rested a hand on his forehead.
"You've got a fever!" He exclaimed.
"I know. But it's not exhaustion." Draco closed his eyes.
"What do you mean?" Harry took hold of Draco's hand and stared down at him.
"My father… did something… He's responsible…" Draco drifted off to sleep as Madame Pomfrey bustled back into the room. Harry kissed Draco quickly on the lips and hurried out. This gave him something else to worry about.
Dun Dun Duhhh! Kidding sorry.
Cheers,
Sarcastic Romantic