A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while. We're having our finals so I haven't had the time to update. I hope you like this, though!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and I own none of these characters.

Chapter 19

Harry watched as Draco's chest rose and fell. He looked so peaceful, just like when they were kids. Harry sighed. He had really missed Draco so much. Harry reached for the strand of blond hair which was out of place and fixed it. He touched Draco's cheek, such soft cheeks. Draco stirred and Harry quickly stopped touching Draco, as though he had been burnt. He just couldn't understand why Draco would harm himself. Why would Draco do such a thing? He was happy just being with his goons. Harry stretched in his seat; he refused to go back to his room until he was sure that Draco was fine. Harry remembered that time when Draco had first kissed him, he smiled at the thought. Draco had been so cute back then but now Harry couldn't help but stare at the blond and he realized just how beautiful Draco was. His pale skin mesmerized Harry. Harry wondered how someone could be so pale. He continued his observations and realized that everything about Draco was just perfect, his strong arms, pink lips, cute nose and those stormy grey eyes which held so much depth...and which were open and staring back at Harry. Harry's eyes widened, Draco had woken up.

"Um, how're you feeling?" Harry asked, hoping Draco hadn't realized that he had been gawking at him. Draco didn't respond but just reached for Harry's face. He touched Harry's cheek when tears began to fall. Harry was surprised. Why was Draco crying? What happened? Harry reached for Draco's hand which was still on his face.

"What's the matter, Draco?" Harry asked, concerned. Draco opened his mouth as though he was going to say something but just closed it again.

"What is it?" Harry asked softly.

"H-Harry, you're here." Draco whispered. "Y-you're actually here. Am I dreaming?" he continued.

"No, I'm real." Harry replied. He stood then sat beside Draco. Draco slowly sat up then put his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry turned his head when he inhaled Draco's scent. He still smelled like vanilla. Harry smiled at the thought.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked.

"You still smell like vanilla." Harry whispered. Draco turned his head to look up at Harry.

"Why do you not hate me?" Draco asked softly.

"Do you want me to?" Harry asked back.

"No but I'm horrible."

"That's not true. You're great so tell me why you hurt yourself."

"Nothing. Why were you even in the Herbology section?"

"Um, needed to be alone." Draco smiled which sent a shiver down Harry's spine. He hadn't seen Draco smile because of him for so long. Harry put his arm around Draco and the other boy scooted over closer to him.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy." A voice which Harry realized was Madam Pomfrey's woke him up.

"Huh?" Harry asked dumbly.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy needs rest and you're not letting him relax when you're sleeping next to him in a single person bed." Madam Pomfrey scolded.

"I'm sorry, I was just leaving." Harry said as he stood and left.

Harry was about to say the password to enter his common room when the portrait opened and Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini emerged from it, apparently in a rush. Harry wondered if they were going to go to Draco. Harry shrugged to himself then entered. He was just happy that Draco didn't hate him but one thing was for sure. He was head over heels for the blond git.

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