Draco's P. O. V.
I've never been this scared in my life. Okay so way. This is absolutely the most scared I've been in my life, and to think it's because I'm afraid, more like concerned, over Potter's life, is un-fucking-believable. Preposterous!
I hate the little twat for so many reasons.1,he rejected my offer of friendship the moment we met.2,he's annoyingly brave.3,he's too good-brilliant even- at quiddich.4,he's the only one who breaks school rules and gets awarded points. How sick is that? and the most annoying part is that because he's always with the Weasel and the mud blood, they get triple points for breaking school rules.
Last year, they were given, after all calculations, points for confronting the troll and taking him down. Merlin, did those three have an end? And then, they'd been awarded 50 points each- I think Potter had 60-for exposing, or whatever they did, the dark Lord. Even stupid Neville Longbottom had been awarded 10 points-the old coot had said something about standing up to your friends. And me, nothing! I'm a Malfoy, for crying out loud!
In my guts, I know something is up this year too. Harry Potter has proven to be that sort of person. He could not abide by rules if his life depended on it. Eager to know everything. Damn that Gryffindor bravery. He and the weasel have already been on adventure number 1 when they stole the flying car. Flying car! My god.
Granted, Potter loses more points in professor Snape's class than he gains for Gryffindor in general. That man is the only one who seems to openly detest Potter. It's like nature or whatever force controls the world likes Potter, and no matter how I try, I just couldn't match him in anything.
Potter had friends-real friends-even if they're an appalling combination, whereas he was lucky enough to get Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Potter had the love, respect and admiration of his colleagues and housemates whereas I have their fear. That's not so fun.
Potter was better in quiddich. Yes, he is the youngest seeker of the century and he'd lived up to that name. Twice. Even with a tempered broom last year, he'd caught the snitch. And just today, he'd managed to catch the snitch even though that stupid bludger had crashed into his arm.
The surprising think is, I was scared. I tried making conversation anytime he was within hearing distance even though my idea of it was to taunt him. Besides, what other approach would he have responded to? For a moment, when I saw him fall, I made to move to him but I'd seen the look on my father's face and stayed put.
I've not been able to get him out of my head and the image of him with his bones all melted from Professor Lockhart's spell. The useless son of a wand! How could he think nonexistent bones were better than broken ones? Potter had been horrified, and his face had made me smile
And why the hell do I care? I have no idea.
I waited till I was sure that everyone was at dinner and left for the hospital wing, hoping against all hope that his friends, as well as madam Pomphrey, had left. I didn't really think far ahead to what I'd do if he was awake but thank Merlin He was asleep or unconscious when I opened the door. I moved cautiously towards the bed and sat by him. He looked vulnerable. And less annoying than he did on a normal day. He looked beautiful too. I reached out and tentatively brushed my knuckles against his soft cheeks. He moaned, but didn't wake up. Maybe it was a potion he was given. I smiled, then all of a sudden, an emotion I didn't know gripped me and wrapped itself around my heart. Funny, I'd never thought of my heart before now.
I started slowly "don't you dare remain unconscious for long, do you hear me?" Then paused. "it's not the same without your annoying face, and it's only been a day. And s much as I want to kill you for everything you have that I don't have, I think I love you. What? No. That didn't come out right. God, what I meant was that I care what happens to you. I can't even imagine a Hogwarts without you. It'd be like...like a Hogwarts without me, for you. I hope that terrifies you as much as it terrifies me. No one to yell at, no one to poor out all your frustrations on. Damn it, since when did I start to count on you to make my day? You're the only person who's not wary of me. You don't fear me either. Although I think Granger and the weasel don't, they do hold back sometimes, but you? You just let it all out. I know I've been terrible to you but please wake up ok? I want to see that smile again, even if at a distance" I bent down and kissed his forehead "you're adorably annoying, and even though my butt hurts from that nasty fall at quiddich, don't you ever scare me like that again" I finished and felt tears run down my cheeks and disappear into Harry's hair.
"Shit!"I jerked up "I'm a Malfoy, I do not cry. I'm not supposed to cry. Shit, why am I crying? You git! Just wake up already" I wiped away the tears and sighed. When Harry still didn't wake up, I threateningly said "well you better be awake by tomorrow night or else, I'll come back here and hex you into unconsciousness forever" I smiled down at him, so tempted to kiss him. What? no. I am not fantasizing about Potter's lips. This is not happening thought and left, just a few minutes before Granger, Weasley and some Gryffindors stepped in.
"are you okay, Draco?"Pansy asked from her spot in front of the fireplace.
"yeah I'm fine" god help me, now that Pansy has started an interrogation.
"You've not been acting right since we came back from the game"
"and what is me acting right?"
"I don't know" she frowned, "but not like this." yeah right.
"I said I'm fine. Don't worry about it."
"Do you think Harry's going to be alright?"
I looked at her in shock "how the hell am I supposed to know that? And what do you care? You don't even like him"
"Yes, that's no news. But I don't hate him enough to wish 'no bones' for him. Maybe just a few hexes that'll last 30 minutes or so, but nothing serious, and definitely not that. He's still in the hospital you know? He didn't show up for supper."
"And you noticed." somehow, that statement managed to sound like a badly phrased question
"yes I did. I always notice. I also noticed you weren't there. So did everyone"
"So what, they think I was cooking up an evil plan?" She rolled her eyes like I was a silly child. "I don't know what they were thinking so let's start with what I was thinking. i thought you weren't okay but since you claim to be alright, i'll let it go. Where were you anyway? Because obviously, you weren't here"
"I was out walking."
She sat up gleefully. As if she'd just solved an ancient mystery. "It's affecting you too, isn't it? But last year, he had a spelled broom and you didn't care. If I remember quite accurately, you were ecstatic about it."
"Because last year, I was in the stands and I didn't know how good he was. And last year, his bones weren't turned to naught by some useless know- it- all professor who wouldn't even know shit, if it was staring him in the face. My god, where did old Dumbledore get them from!?" I yelled and a few-actually all the-heads turned to look at me. i turned and headed to my room to pick up my bathing supplies. There is never a day that I don't bath without sleeping and today won't be an exception.
I slept and dreamt of arguing with Harry, then all of a sudden, we were kissing passionately.