AN: sorry bout the slow updates guys ive been so down recently as I found out I failed my second year of uni. Oh well starting to feel better now. I hope that you like will try and update more frequently now. As always I own nothing and I apologies for any mistakes I trying my hardest.

Chapter 6

It had been a few days since Narcissa had left us in the room. Draco was very quiet and not talking to me much. I guess it was some pay back for what I had been like. Every day I would check his wounds and try more wandless healing. I was starting to get the hang of it the bruises were healing quickly the smaller cuts had gone and the larger cuts were nicely knitted to together. The only thing I hadn't been able to help much was the broken rib he was currently sporting. I knew the spell to heal it but didn't want to try and heal such a big thing without a wand.

He was sat up in bed with a book when I came back from the bathroom with fresh water. He looked at me and I saw him grimace. I could help but laugh. The big bad Draco Malfoy was moaning (although internally) about having his wounds looked after. I sat next to him on the bed and lowered the sheets that were tucked around his chest. Ever so gently I washed each of the cuts making sure that they didn't get infected. I slowly made my way down his muscular chest until I reach the dark purple bruise on his left hand side. I could see his whole body tense as I neared it.

"Draco. I want to try something, if you'll let me." I said softly. He just looked at me waiting. " I want to try and heal your broken rib. If it works, great. But if it doesn't its going to hurt more." He winced at the idea of more pain but reluctantly agreed.

I place my hand on his shoulder bracing him. "hold on to my arm this will hurt." He grabbed hold of my arms as I gently place my other hand on the bruise. I looked straight into his smokey eyes and summoned my magic. I dug down deep inside and gently coaxed it out building it as much as possible trying to reduce the risk of it failing. I slowly released the spell. The affect was obvious, Draco winced and I could feel the bones and muscle under my hand moving and fixing. Beads of sweat covered Dracos face in the effort it took not to cry out and stay still, he was as white as a sheet.

When the spell had finished he flopped back on to the bed as I tried to catch my breath. The relief in his posture was instantaneous.

"thank you." He said. I just nodded not quite able to speak yet. I felt so drained from doing such a complicated spell with out my wand.

"I'm going to have to practice more." I said. A small grin spread easily across his face, but it was quickly stripped away.

"you know what got to happen now. Don't you?" he said barley more than a whisper. I nodded and turned around lying down next to him. "for what its worth. I'm sorry" he said, looking towards me for any cues. I could feel him watching me but I couldn't bring myself to look back. He had been so good about the whole situation. He had almost died because he didn't want to force me. I slowly sat up and swivelled so my legs were hanging off the bed. He was a ball of nervous tension behind me; I knew he want some reaction from me but I still couldn't look at him.

I began to giggle the thing that had seemed of least importance five minutes ago now seemed like they were the biggest thing ever. For example: my leg hadn't been shaved and were a bit spikey, my underwear happened to be the least flattering possible and I had eat egg sandwiches for lunch and hadn't brushed my teeth since. Suddenly increaibly embrassed at the state my body was in I stood quickly from the bed and hurried over to the bathroom, quickly showing Draco two fingers indicating that I wouldn't be gone long.

Once in the bath room I cleaned myself and changed into something a little better. Although I couldn't really prepare for what was about to happen I tried my hardest. I tried to make sure my hair was some what under control and that the rest of me was presentable. With that I returned to the room.

Draco was still slay down on the bed and arm thrown over his face covering his eyes. I sat down next to him; as I did so he moved the arm and looked at me. I could finally look at him. I his eyes I could see the sincerity of what he had said to me earlier. He gently reached up and stroked my check his slightly rough hands felt nice against me skin. The tears began to well in my eyes and concern flashed through his.

He guided me to lay down next to him never once going faster than what I was willing to do. His hand moved from my check to brush my hair out of the way as I splayed out under me. I gazed up at him. I moved my hand slowly tracing up and down his arm. I could feel the muscles hidden beneath his shirt. Slowly I let my hand go higher: I came to his faces and gently stroked there. He nuzzled into my hand. He was being so gentle. I laced my other hand into his hair and brought him down to me. I placed a swift kiss on his lips watching to see his reaction. A grin blossomed across his face and he kissed me back. I was slow to start but quickly picked up speed. We explored each other mouths as our heart rates began to rise. His hand came to rest on my waist whilst the other was tangled in my hair.