Split Your Soul (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 19

Draco's POV:

My chest was in immense amount of pain. Groaning, I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but I was simply in too much pain. That's when I noticed Harry sitting beside the bed with a distant look in his eyes. "Harry." I called his name but my voice came out no louder than a hoarse whisper.

What is wrong with me? Why am I in the hospital. I stretched my legs out and my feet met with the metal bars at the end of the bed. Even though I couldn't sit up, I could move my head. I craned my neck forward so I could see my chest. I wanted to know why it was hurting so much.

Two pinkish scars, nearly criss crossing, sat just to the left in the middle of my chest. The incident in the bathroom zoomed into my brain. Sectumsempra! That word would haunt me forever now.

I let my head fall back against the pillow with a soft thud. Harry was still sitting like a statue and I couldn't get his attention. "Harry." I tried again, keying my voice louder without hurting my throat. It was just scratchy.

I still couldn't get his damn attention so I resorted to poking him. Carefully, I lifted my arm and extended my finger to his face. A quick jab did the job as my arm fell back against the bed. Harry's eyes came into focus and looked at me.

His eyes scanned my face before locking back onto my eyes and widening. "Draco?" He asked, his fingers tenderly caressing my cheek. "You alright there Harry? Having a bit of a dream, were we?" I teased him my voice weak, despite the soreness of my throat. His eyes pricked with tears as he continued caressing my cheek.

"You're awake. I- I thought you would die." Harry choke on his words, his voice becoming thick. "You won't lose me yet. You'll have to live with me for the rest of your life before I pop off to anywhere." I didn't imply the meaning behind those words as I spoke. Although I laughed at my stupid sentence, my chest did not like it.

Harry grabbed the water off the side table and,gave it to me. I sat up slightly, putting one hand behind myself to aid me up so I could drink properly without choking. I swallowed all the water before giving the cup back to Harry. He put it back and climbed onto my hospital bed, carefully aware of me.

"Draco, I honestly thought I was going to lose you. It's all Ron's fault. He did this to you." A tear rolled down Harry's cheek before I caught it with my finger. "Hey, hey. It's alright. Look, I'm fine, see." To prove my point, I sat up slightly more, despite the protesting pleas of my aching chest. I winced as the skin moved, contracting around those stupid scars.

"Ok, that hurt a bit, but it doesn't stop me. Besides, Ron didn't know the spell. Sure I'm angry at him and would love to murder him, but I'm sire he's feeling guilty as it is already." I gave a wave of my hand as Harry leaned into my side. Stupid Weaslebee.

"Just tell me, are you ok? Truly. Harry heaved a heavy sigh and nodded. "I did practically destroy everything in the bathroom after Snape took you away." I bit back a laugh. I could only imagine.

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I was alright for now. Harry said he had to go see Hermione but he didn't want to leave me alone. I pestered him and shoved him out the door. I'll be fine on my own for a while. As long as he doesn't take too long.

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Ron's POV: (Surprise again)

I was in formidable trouble. I had Harry angry at me. In all my entire life, that's the angriest I've ever seen someone. Except mum, she's just as bad as Harry.

I was in my dorm lying on my bed and Hermione was sitting at the foot of it. "Why Ron? Why did you do it?" She asked softly and I shrugged.

Turning over, I faced her. "Because, we're supposed to be best friend and Harry didn't even say a single thing. And what happened to the whole hating Malfoy? He's a bloody pompous git. What good does Harry see in him? What good does he do for Harry? For all we know, he could be faking it. Just another one of those stupid tricks that he pulls.