Queenie! Where do I begin? It's been so lovely to get to know you this season and you've been brilliant! No one would be able to tell that it was your first season in the QL with the amount of stories you wrote for us! There was no question which pairing to write for you— so I hope you enjoy Drarry in this fic. They were a joy to write. You keep saying "you're stuck with me" and here's your captain saying that you're stuck with us! :D keep being amazing!

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He wanted to check if Malfoy was alright in the hospital wing after their very random, but amazing lesson with Hagrid and Buckbeak. He knew that the blond was being dramatic, it's just, he had a feeling no one was going to be there with him in the wing and he knew how lonely it would be there. Harry didn't tell anyone where he was going, he didn't have to. He used his invisibility cloak.

Ron and Hermione would be very confused why he was checking on Malfoy. Maybe Hermione would understand his secret crush, but he didn't want to tell anyone just yet. He didn't understand it. He knew the moment he had first seen Malfoy in the shop, that he was going to be someone important in his life. He just hadn't understood how to express that feeling. Whether it was okay to do so.

He took off his invisibility cloak and sat down on the chair next to Malfoy's bed. The blond was asleep, but he didn't mind that. He looked peaceful, and he couldn't help but grin.

"Mr Potter, what are you doing here at this hour, you should be in bed." Madam Pompfrey whispered, she was holding some bed sheets.

Harry swallowed and started to get up.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to check if he was alright, he is, so I'll go now—"

"Wait."

Oh.

He turned to face Malfoy, who was looking at him in a way he couldn't quite describe.

"Can he stay for a few minutes?" Malfoy asked.

That made his heart stutter and he looked pleadingly at Madam Pomfrey, who huffed and shook her head, walking back towards her office.

Harry bit his bottom lip nervously as he watched her go.

"Potter?" Malfoy questioned.

He didn't want to turn to face him. Maybe this had been a mistake? He should have stayed in his dorm.

"Harry, look at me, please?"

He took a deep breath and used his Gryffindor courage to turn and face Malfoy. The boy was looking at him, eyes filled with hope and curiosity.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," he started to say. "I was worried about you…"

"I'm not sorry, I…well, maybe I am sorry for everything that's happened before. I still think that oaf shouldn't be teaching class, but I won't do anything about it—-"

He was confused now, why was Malfoy suddenly being so kind to him? Had he hit his head in the injury too?

"Why?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"Because you're here. You're breaking the ice, and I want you to stay."

He sat down and fidgeted with his hands, not entirely sure what to say. They were both silent for a few moments. Maybe, just being in each other's company was enough.

After a while, Harry decided to speak.

"What's your favourite colour?" He asked, with a small smile.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows at him, a little amusedly. "Why do you want to know that?"

"Just…well, it's what people ask to break the ice, isn't it?" He questioned, looking down at his hands. This wasn't going to go well, was it?

"Since when?"

"Since—I don't know…" he stuttered.

He paused when he heard Malfoy laughing at him. He glanced up and couldn't help but smile as he hadn't seen Malfoy so happy before.

"I was teasing. My favourite colour is bright green. What's yours?"

He tried to hide his blush as he shrugged. "I quite like grey," he mumbled under his breath.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

Harry knew he was lying, yet he found himself saying louder. "Grey, Malfoy. That's my favourite colour."

"Call me Draco, please, Harry. Would you like—"

"Alright, boys, time's up. Mr Potter, you have to go back to your dormitory. Now, hurry up."

He gave one last look at Draco, before turning around and leaving the hospital wing slowly, but happily. It had definitely been worth visiting him.

He couldn't wait to see him again tomorrow.

Maybe then Draco would finish the asking the question. Maybe he had been about to ask him out? Oh, he wished he had someone to talk to about this.

He stepped into the common room and Hermione was still awake, deep in her book, curled up by the fireplace. He went over to join her.

"Hey," he said, softly, not being able to stop smiling.

"Oh, hey Harry. We wondered where you were. Ron was worried when he woke up and you weren't there. I'll tell you something, he had a nightmare about—"

"Let me guess, spiders?"

She nodded with a wide grin.

"Apparently they were forcing him to ice skate. I don't get weird dreams like that. I told him to head back up to sleep."

"I think it's only Ron who does," he said and they both chuckled quietly.

"Are you alright? You seem happy. I'm pleased for you," she replied, softly, changing the subject. "Care to share what's made you so happy?"

He took a deep breath, he could tell her. She was his best friend. There was no way she wouldn't accept him after this….right?

"I went to see Draco," he explained and watched as her eyes widened in surprise. "We got talking. And sometimes we didn't talk. It was weird. In a good way. I think…Well, he was about to ask me something but Madam Pomfrey stopped us. I really want to know how it is going to finish," he said, not being able to hide his excitement.

He was still nervous, though it felt good to share everything, finally.

He bit his bottom lip as he waited for Hermione's reaction.

He didn't have to wait long—she hugged him and he was so happy that she was just as excited as he was.

"Thank you for telling me, you're you, Harry. Don't ever hide that, got it?"

He nodded, relief flooding through him.

"You'll have to ask him tomorrow. He'll want you to find him. And when you do, you'll have to let me know what happened after, deal?" She said decisively, with a grin.

"Deal."