BEAUTIFUL DISASTERS ｢DRARRY｣

PART 11

It was a Tuesday. After almost two months, it was only today that Harry woke up by himself, without Draco crouching by his side. He cast a quick Tempus and saw that it was about 6 in the morning. He felt well-rested, which was a rare occurrence, and he smiled.

He swung his legs over the bed and got up. He was wearing makeshift pyjamas which consisted of sweatpants and a random t-shirt, so he decided to quickly change into robes. He already knew that he would be watching Draco teach today, so he had to dress somewhat formally.

He left the room after brushing his teeth to see Draco at the front of the room, scribbling on some parchment that was probably some student's paper. He looked up at the sound of a door opening, and smiled a little when he saw Harry standing there.

"I think that's the first time I didn't have to wake you yet," he said, and Harry, who was in a decidedly good mood, grinned.

"Are you proud, Professor Malfoy?" He joked.

"Very," Draco replied, and Harry felt something like a tingle in his stomach. "Go grab some breakfast, I already had some a few hours ago. Class starts at 7."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "A few hours ago? What, did you have breakfast at 3 in the morning?"

Draco shrugged. "Something like that."

Harry shook his head—who eats breakfast that early?—and left the class to the Great Hall. He sat in his usual spot, and a few seats were empty since teachers usually ate earlier. It felt oddly empty without Draco by his side; it was strange. Nonetheless, he ate like a king, and he was done within 15 minutes. Before he left, he thought of Draco, and when no one was looking, he wrapped a few strips of bacon into a napkin and stuffed it in his pocket.

On the way back to Draco's class, a few kids recognized him and smiled at him. It made him happy, Harry thought, that kids seemed to like him. A few gave him waves and some gave high-fives. One second year even asked him if he'd be watching Draco again, to which he happily replied yes.

He got back to Draco's classroom at about 6:30, finding that he was in the same position.

"Hey," he greeted. Draco, who seemed awfully concentrated, only gave a nod in reply. "You hungry?"

Draco looked up at Harry, who was now walking towards the front desk. "No," he said, and Harry grinned when he could see that Draco was totally lying.

"That's unfortunate," Harry grinned, and took out the napkin from his pocket. "I guess I'll just have to eat these bacon strips by myself, then."

Draco glanced at the bacon strips for a good second, then looked back down at the parchment on his desk. "Have fun, then."

Harry rolled his eyes. Walking towards the very front of the desk, he placed the napkin holding the bacon in front of Draco. "Stop being so annoyingly stubborn, I know you're hungry."

Draco looked back up at Harry. He couldn't help but notice how close they were. "What gave it away?" He asked while finally reaching for a strip of bacon and eating it greedily.

Harry just laughed at how desperate for food Draco now seemed. "I guess after two months I can tell when you're hungry."

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Only about an hour later, Harry sat in his desk at the very back, which was the only one that was always guaranteed to be empty. As always, he was captivated by Draco—he didn't think he'd ever get bored of watching him teach. It was incredibly useful, too. Yes, he knew all of this, but Draco expanded his knowledge in such a way that he couldn't help but to be in awe.

Of course, it was staring at Draco that was his downfall. Because he wasn't paying attention, he didn't automatically jump out of the way when the cauldron of the kid in front of him exploded. "She's gonna blow!" The kid yelled, and before Harry knew it, there was something on his face that shouldn't be there.

"Shit!" He yelled, standing up and flinching away. He never made potions himself during Draco's class—he did plenty of that during private lessons—so he always thought he'd be protected from this kind of stuff during his class. Of course, he was painfully wrong.

The potion seared and burned. Harry could faintly hear footsteps as he fell to his knees and gripped at his hair, willing the throbbing to stop. It wasn't exactly torturously painful, but it sure as hell wasn't pleasant.

What felt like a cloth dabbed at his face, wiping the potion away. Harry's eyes were clenched shut, but he could tell it was Draco. He wiped frantically, but somehow it was still graceful, and although Harry's face was fucking burning, he knew he was safe. Draco wouldn't let him get too seriously injured.

"Fuck," he heard someone whisper, and he wondered what the potion did to him. The burn was barely there anymore, since the potion had been wiped away, but it was replaced with a dull throb. Still, Harry was scared to open his eyes.

Before he knew it, hands grabbed him from behind his knees and behind his back, picking him up successfully. "If I find out that any of you have moved while I'm gone, it'll be 100 points from your house," Harry heard Draco threaten before opening the door and closing it behind him.

He heard Draco's shoes thudding against the ground as he was carried to what must've been the hospital ward. "It's safe to open your eyes," he heard Draco say.

He opened them with a wince and saw that Draco's face was right above his, damn it. His chest was awfully sturdy. Harry felt small while being carried like this, but he liked it. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

"I can walk by myself, you know," he mumbled, although he didn't actually want Draco to put him down.

"Shut up, Harry. Let me take care of you," he said. The words made Harry's body tingle oddly, and he tried to hide his smile. Did this mean that Draco actually cared for him?

"What do I look like?" He asked Draco, knowing that whatever it was, it wasn't good. He hated that Draco had to see him like this, but at the same time, he wouldn't trust anyone but Draco.

"Just a lot of blisters," he heard Draco mumble, and Harry sighed. He leaned further into Draco's chest, finding it comfortable and warm, and let himself be carried to Madame Pomfrey.

They got there within minutes, and Draco laid him gently onto one of the beds. Madame Pomfrey, who was already tending to another student Harry didn't recognize, noticed immediately when the two entered.

She rushed to Harry's side and smiled at him. "No worries, dear, it's nothing severe. I'll have you fixed up in a second."

Harry looked at Draco, who was crouched by his side. He usually couldn't read people well, especially Draco, but he could tell he was somewhat concerned due to the way his eyebrows were furrowed. "I'm okay," he told him. "Thank you, Draco."

His expression softened, and Harry's heart practically melted. Suddenly, the way his face was throbbing didn't matter, not when Draco looked at him like that. "Any time, Harry," he said, and Harry just couldn't resist smiling. Draco actually smiled back.

During this exchange, Madame Pomfrey had grabbed whatever she needed and was back by Harry's side. "Don't worry, this won't hurt at all," she said, before applying the strange cream in her hand to Harry's face.

Harry almost sighed in contentment. The cream was cold, but not too cold. It felt fantastic on his throbbing face, which stopped hurting the second the cream was applied. He closed his eyes, wanting to sink into the situation. It felt so pleasing.

"All done," he heard her say, and he opened his eyes. She left without another word to the student she'd been working on when they came in.

Harry looked at Draco, who was still smiling. "Better?" He asked, and Harry grinned.

"I'm not sure. I don't think I can walk... I think I might need you to carry me," he said, lightly flirting. It was definitely worth it, he thought as he watched Draco's cheeks catch a twinge of pink.

"Get the hell up, Harry," he said, standing up from his crouching position. Harry sighed, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up. Together, they walked back through the hallways of Hogwarts, Harry occasionally joking or teasing. It was a good day.