Harry groaned as he woke up in an unfamiliar bed with unfamiliar surroundings. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, trying to figure out where he was, before he realized that this room did not look like the ones at Hogwarts.
With a sudden jolt and panic coursing through him, Harry realized something. Something terrifying.
He was in Malfoy Manor.
He hurriedly attempted to get out of the bed and run for his life, but as soon as he stood up, his legs gave out on him. He hit the floor head first, and groaned as pain shot through him at the sudden movement that he made.
He was now aware of his sore muscles, shakily tried to get up, whimpering at the pain through tear-filled eyes and sweat running down his face. While trying to get up, he heard the door slam open and heard the footsteps quickly rush over to where he was and tried to help him up.
"Harry! What are you doing?! You shouldn't be getting out of bed, your fever is still high" The worried and concerned voice reached his ears, and he was confused. Why would Malfoy be here? Why would he be worried about him? They had been better rivals for as long as he can remember. Why start caring for him now?
There was a blank haze in Harry's mind, and he couldn't remember anything from the past couple of days. He started to panic, what had happened to him in his time at the Manor? As he was placed gently on the bed, he saw Blaise Zabini helping Malfoy carry him.
What on earth was going on here?
Had everyone finally gone insane?
Well, if so, then it was about time then.
Harry struggled against their hold on him, trying to break free, only to find that he didn't have the strength to do so. He saw Malfoy and Zabini frantically try to calm him down, before he was pushed gently into Malfoy's chest. Malfoy's arms wrapped around him tightly, ensuring that he couldn't escape his embrace. He struggled to get out, until he felt fingers running through his hair and a deep vibration sound coming from Malfoy's chest.
For some odd reason, he stopped struggling, relaxing in the embrace, enjoying the feel of Malfoy's fingers running through his hair…
He was in complete bliss.
Malfoy gently placed him on the bed and pulled the covers over him. He kicked the covers off "It's too hot" He whined, and Malfoy chuckled, a sound which he found extremely attractive…
NO! He did not just call Malfoy attractive!
"You have to Harry, or else you'll get worse with your stomach exposed to the cold" Malfoy said, gently running his fingers through his hair, and Harry closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of complete relaxation.
"What happened?" Harry mumbled, sleepy with the feeling of Malfoy's fingers through his hair.
"How much do you remember?" Malfoy asked, dare he say, hesitantly, pausing in his action, to which Harry whined to softly, later he would be horrified to have made such a sound.
"Nothing really. Everything is a huge blank gap in my mind" Harry yawned loudly, at the back of his mind he was confused as to why he was so sleepy all of a sudden.
"Why am I so tired?" He asked softly, and Malfoy and Zabini looked at each other before Zabini answered.
"You were in a coma Harry…" He said softly, and Harry was wide awake, once again panic coursing through him.
"For how long?!" Harry exclaimed, dreading the answer.
They hesitated before giving him the answer "2 months. We were starting to worry" Malfoy said softly, but the words flew in and out of Harry's ears.
He had been in a coma for 2 months?! Harry looked at Malfoy, shock on his face, then started to hyperventilate, breaths coming in short and fast as he started to shake.
"But what about the war? What about Voldemort?-" He ignored the flinches "What is everybody going to say? Who knows? What-?" He was suddenly cut off by a pair of lips smashing onto his.
He melted into the kiss, all of his previous worries forgotten. The only thing he could think about were those soft lips on his, those teeth grazing his bottom lips, asking for entrance, to which he granted. From the slim feel of the hand on his cheek, he assumed that this was Malfoy. As their tongues battled for dominance, to which Malfoy quickly won, Harry felt another pair of lips latch onto his neck, trailing soft kisses up and down until they reached his collarbone.
He gasped into the kiss as those lips found a particularly sensitive spot, and he felt them curve upwards into a smirk. He gasped as Malfoy broke this kiss and started doing the exact same on the other side of his neck, their hands exploring every part of his body. Harry was too high on the ecstasy coursing through him to care that he was having a threesome with Zabini and Malfoy, his supposed enemies.
"If you could perhaps do this at another time…" A voice drawled out from the doorway, and Harry opened his lust-filled eyes to see Lucius Malfoy with his wife standing by each other, Lucius looking disgusted at the lack of restraint his son had while Narcissa was beaming at him.
Draco gave his neck one last bite, to which he gasped to, and turned to greet his parents. Even though Draco had to stop because his parents were here, those rules did not apply to Blaise.
As a result, Harry was doing his best not to moan at the feel of Blaise practically worshipping every part of his body, running his hands all over him and leaving trails of kisses and hickeys behind.
"I'm glad to see that he's awake, Dragon" Narcissa said to her son, and Harry would've snorted at the nickname if he wasn't currently distracted at the moment…
"What's wrong, Dragon?" Narcissa said, properly getting a good look at her son. To the bags under his eyes, disheveled hair, wrinkly clothes, and slumped posture.
"He doesn't remember…"
