Yay, Draco is finally getting out of the hospital wing.
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Draco POV
Three bloody days I've been stuck in this bed and Snape hasn't visited me once. Although I can't say I'm surprised. He isn't really the same man I knew before the war, the same man I had grown to love as a father. I know now that all the beatings and his cruel words were not of his doing, but it still really hurts. However Pansy says that she hasn't received so much as a glare from him for her outburst the other day. The only thing I can think of is that my father has had his body and that's why.
I have received a few enchanted paper planes, mostly students making fun of me and telling me I'm getting what I deserve for my crimes as a death eater. I don't care what they think any more. The only people I care for are Pansy, Harry and even Granger, and Weasley. They have proven to be loyal friends.
Regardless it hasn't been all that bad in here. Harry and Pansy have visited me daily with chocolates, and Pansy even brought me my iPod. I know it's a muggle invention, but it helps pass the time. Besides I find I can relate with muggle rock bands, I don't know how but their music understands me.
Even the other two Gryffindors came to visit when they could. I also got the IV taken out yesterday, so I am much more comfortable than I was. It's evening time and Harry should be coming to see me any minute now.
"Hey." Harry says entering the hospital.
"Hi." I reply weakly. He climbs into the bed behind me, so that I am lying between his legs, with his arms wrapped around me. He does this every night until I fall asleep. To my delight Madam Pomfrey doesn't have a negative word towards it. In fact she thinks it is comforting for me, and will help a great deal with my recovery.
"Harry?" I whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you save me, back in the war? You knew I was on Voldemorts side yet you still saved me, despite Weasley urging you to let me die."
"I also knew that you didn't have a choice, and you tried to help us. You turned it around when it really mattered." Harry answers.
"But I went back to his side and then I ran away."
"You were scared, that's understandable. I was scared too. And your parents were on his side, you didn't have a choice. Voldemort would have killed them."
"You didn't run away though. You faced Voldemort, and won. And he killed my parents any way." I sigh. "Maybe my father is right. I am just a worthless coward."
"Don't ever say that, because it's not true." Harry tells me off, slapping my arm.
"Ouch." I moan. I'm beginning to get sick of these slaps.
"Your father is the fucking coward. Picking on his own son and now hiding behind Snape. And you've probably dealt with Voldemort and Lucius more times than I have. As far as I'm concerned you are one of the bravest and strongest people I know."
"If I am so strong, why am I in this bed?"
"You are still human, you can only take so much before you break. You're allowed to be less than perfect." The Gryffindor answers, placing a kiss on the back of my head.
"Thanks."
"What got you thinking about that anyway?"
"I don't know. I just spend most of my time in here thinking, there isn't much else to do. I can't wait to get out of here."
"Just one more day Draco and then you can get back to normalcy. You're doing really well, you didn't fight Madam Pomfrey too much. You don't need the IV any more, and your father hasn't bothered you since you were admitted."
"Yeah, I suppose you are right." I lie. The truth is although my father hasn't come to me, he has been in my nightmares. I hate falling asleep. Even the dreamless drafts Pomfrey has been given me haven't worked. Speaking of...
"Mr Malfoy here is your dreamless sleep draft. Try and get some rest tonight pet. I'm letting you out tomorrow, as promised." Madam Pomfrey says, handing me the bottle.
"Thank bloody hell for that" I reply, thankfully.
The big woman turns to Harry, "Mr Potter please make sure he does sleep. He will be needing his energy for classes tomorrow."
"I will."
She nods and then leaves us. I down the draft in one go, hoping it makes a difference this time. However I am fairly certain it won't. I sink further down in my bed, resting my head on Harry's chest. I listen intently to the beating of his heart and place my hand over my own to feel it beat.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing just feeling my heart beat." I answer.
"Okay, why?"
"It reminds me that I am alive and listening to your heart beating in your chest makes me glad I am alive."
"I'm glad you are alive too. Very glad." I can feel him smile at me. The Gryffindor then gently places his fingers under my chin and tilts it up until my lips are touching his. I give into the kiss and allow his tongue access. I break away to sit up and I turn around to face my boyfriend. We get straight back to snogging, as we do I place my arms around Harry's neck. He puts his arms around my waist, but his hand moves towards my area. I flinch and push The Golden Boy off. He stands off the bed.
"I'm sensing a pattern here." Harry says, in a frustrated tone.
I lie back down on the bed and curl up in the white duvet. "I'm sorry. It's just... it's too soon. I am no where near ready for that. I'm sorry, Harry."
He looks at me the frustration on his face fading into that of understanding. He gets on his knees beside my bed. "That is okay. I am the one who should be apologizing, I shouldn't push you." He pushes the hair out of my eyes. "Do you want me to stay again tonight?"
"No. I'll be fine." I reply. "Besides I need to get used to sleeping alone again."
"Fair enough. Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow morning." Harry leans in and kisses me on the forehead again, before leaving the hospital wing.
I can't help but think he deserves better than me. He deserves a guy with an awful lot less issues than I do. Regardless I am terribly grateful that he is mine.
Desperate for sleep , I open my the top drawer on my bedside table and pull out a packet of sleeping tablets. I know they are a muggle remedy, but they help me sleep. After popping a couple out of the plastic. I put the remainder of the tables in my pillow case, thinking that's probably a safer place to hide them. Closing drawer again, I reach for my water and down the pills.
It doesn't take long before I am drifting off to sleep.
"Draco... You must not continue this relationship with Potter."
"He makes me happy, and you can't stop me. Your dead. You may be partially responsible for my existence, but you are and never will be my father."
"Hold your tongue, faggot."
I go to respond but that word made me choke on my words.
"You will end things with Potter, or you will pay with his life."
"No Lucius! No!" I plead.
Harry POV
"No Lucius! No!" Draco screams.
Me, Pansy and Hermione all share looks of concern.
"I guess that dreamless sleep draft didn't work." Pansy states.
"It never does." I sigh. I hate to see him suffer like this. He has been through just as much as the rest of us, if not more. I don't care what everyone else in this bloody school says, he deserve a peaceful year.
The Slytherin boy begins to cry hysterically in his sleep. I go to try and calm him down, but Pansy swoops in first. "Sssshhh... It's okay Dray." She coos, gently trying to wake him up. He shoots up, startled and tears continuing to pour down his face. "Another nightmare?" She asks, caressing his back.
"Yeah." He replies.
"What was it this time?"
"It doesn't matter. I just want to forget about it. It was a stupid nightmare... No big deal."
"But that's the fourth one this week." I say.
"He's right, Draco." The Slytherin girl agrees. "Please tell us."
The blonde pulls his knees to his chest. "Just leave it alone." He warns staring at the sheets.
We go to respond, but Madam Pomfrey interrupts. "Hello Mr Potter, Miss Parkinson, Miss Granger... Good morning Mr Malfoy, I trust that you had a good nights sleep."
"Yes." He grumbles, in response.
The nurse moves to the right side of Draco's bed. "Let me take a look at you arm." She tells him, taking hold of his arm. He looks like he is about to fight Pomfrey, but a glare from Pansy keeps him at bay. The big woman pulls up his sleeve and unravels the bandage. I can't help, but gasp at the angry cut. I didn't realise how bad it actually was, in the midst of all the drama bringing him here. The blonde shoots me a glare, while Madam Pomfrey hovers her wand over the cut on his arm. She says a healing spell and the cut closes over.
"Why didn't you use that when he was first brought here?" Hermione asks, needing to know everything of course. Even if I was thinking the same thing.
"Oh my, no. The cut was far too deep and bleeding so much, using magic would have only increased the risk of him dying. His body was already working over time to pump what blood was left around his body. He would not have been able to hand it. I also wanted to keep him here under a 72 hour suicide watch." Pomfrey explains. "But I am afraid, Mr Malfoy that cut will scar."
"It doesn't matter." The Slytherin boy answers.
"Right... now that is done, you are free to go. I do not want to see you back here with anything like this again, Mr Malfoy. Is that understood?" The medi witch warns.
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey." He groans, standing up. He wobbles a little, but manages to balance himself. Then he leaves the hospital wing without so much as a word to the rest of us. Naturally we follow him.
"Where are you going?" I call to him.
He stops in the hall and turns around to face us. "Not that it's anything to you, Potter." He spits. "But I am going to my dorm room to shower before classes." Then he storms of towards the dungeons. Pansy give me and apologetic look, before running after him.
"Well he seems back to his cold self." Hermione states.
"Yeah, it does seem that way. Let's just go to breakfast. We'll see him in class." I reply.
When we reach the great hall, we sit down at the Gryffindor table. Hermione passes me a cup of coffee and takes one for herself.
Just as I take a sip from my cup Ron plops himself down beside us. "Sorry I'm late. I slept in."
"We figured as much." Hermione replys to her boyfriend. "Malfoy was discharged from the hospital wing this morning."
Ron turns to me. "Harry, why didn't you bloody wake me?"
"Have you been on the receiving end of the slaps you dish out to whoever is unfortunate enough to have to wake you?" I respond.
"Fair enough. So how is Malfoy?"
"Cold... He seems to be back to his old self."
"Well that's good isn't it?"
"His old self before the war." Hermione interjects.
"You mean he's an arrogant prat again?"
I sigh. "Yes. He is an arrogant prat again." I confirm.
"Where does that leave you?" Ron and Hermione ask me at the same time.
"I don't know. I really don't know."
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