Harry's POV
No.
No.
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I slowly walked over to the bed.
"Draco?" I whispered. I stood like that for Merlin knows how long. I got the courage to lift the sheet.
I expected a motionless, blonde hair boy, with pale skin.
I saw... pillows? What? "Mr. Potter? Oh you're here. He's over there," she said, pointing to the left of the room. I ran over there and looked at him.
"H-hey, Draco," I said, shaking. Was this real?
"Bloody git. You scared me," I pulled a chair and sat next to him. I gently took his hand.
"I don't expect you to wake up. You almost died last night. Are you okay? I'm scared, you know. I'm scared that I might lose you. And, and, I can't. Hermione and Pansy are dating," I said smiling, closing my eyes.
"They seem really happy. Hermione looks really happy. They love each other. So much. Not as much as I love you," I ran a hand through his hair.
"Your hair is soft," I said absentmindedly. "Remember that time when you spent 2 hours in our bathroom? What do you do? You have to teach me sometime. You have to wake up, though. It's only been 2 days and I already miss you," I put my head down on his stomach.
"Hang in there, you bloody git."
"I-I think I will, arsehole."
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Okay (Drarry)
FanfictionUSED TO BE CALLED MUSIC. WARNING: SELF-HARM "Shh, it's okay, Harry. Just a nightmare. Calm down. You're alright. You're okay." But the thing is, Harry wasn't okay. Draco and Harry make their way back to Hogwarts for their eighth year, but things ar...
