Draco
Draco never thought this would be the situation he'd wake up in. He smelled morning dew, Treacle tart, and broomstick polish. He felt extremely soft locks in his hand and unbelievably smooth skin under his fingertips. He heard quiet breathing and hums, along with the every so often the pitter patter of feet. He slowly opened his eyes and couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.
Harry Potter. He moved his hand gently through Potter's hair and he smiled. Why is he so attractive? His hair was longer than it had been in previous years. Draco liked his glasses too, they fit his personality perfectly. Humble yet recognizable. His eyelashes were dark and they really made his eyes brighter. His cheeks were filled but not too much to make him look chubby. His lips were stunning as well. The color complemented his face. Bloody hell, he could be a lip model if he wanted.
Draco realized how close they were and which limbs were where. Potter was half on the bed, half on the chair. His arms rested around Draco's shoulders and around his chest, his head on the pillow. Draco was in an even more odd position. His legs were almost off the side of the bed and his arms were draped around Harry's neck and shoulder, his head this close to resting by Potter's chest.
Draco's heart skipped a beat. They were so close! He felt his face heating up. If he wanted to he could bloody kiss him right now. Now that though made his heart jump to his throat. Great. Now he's acting like a bloody school girl when her crush brushes up against her. Though, this is no brush up, almost full on cuddling. Potter is so thick sometimes. Draco always teases him and makes him squirm by asking him out. It's adorable really, but Draco thought the other would of caught on by now. He's genuinely liked Harry Potter since they first met, even after he rejected his friendship. Well, it was kinda his fault. He did insult the weasel right in front of him. If he wasn't such a spoiled prat, maybe they would be better than they are now.
Draco sighed and closed his eyes. He really didn't want Potter to hate him. But it's a little late now. Everyone knew about their daily disputes, not to mention that Potter probably already did hate him. Draco hasn't exactly acted kindly towards him. Well, the action was returned too. After this though.... Draco hoped things would be better between them. He didn't want to act anymore. He didn't want to have to play the little game of hating Harry Potter.
He felt said boy stir around him. He groaned and sadly moved his arm off of potter and rubbed his eyes. The brunette removed his arm from Draco and adjusted his glasses. Draco moved his self so he was farther away from potter and half siting up. Potter did the same and moved his head up from the pillow, his hair messy. Draco laughed a little, ruffling his hair up even more.
"Bed head much?" He teased and grinned widely.
"H-hey!" Potter exclaimed and leaned his head out of Draco's reach and tried to smooth it down. Draco laughed and sat up fully. Potter playfully glared at Draco and huffed. He reached out and ruffled Draco's hair so it was messy and slightly knotty. Draco should of seen it coming, he grunted a laugh and tried to pry Potter's hand off of his head
"Aww did I mess up your expensive haircut?" Potter teased and Draco huffed in response.
"As a matter of fact, I give myself haircuts. And as you can see, they turn out beautifully" he slapped his hand over his chest like he was offended. He then crossed his arms.
"Stupid Potter..." Draco grumbled and looked away. He heard Potter laugh. Oh what a sound that was. It was so beautiful and it was directed at him.
"Lighten up Draco!" He laughed and ruffled Draco's hair again. Draco looked at him but a smile inevitably crawled onto his face and he laughed a little as well.
"At least my hair still looks better than yours, even all messed up!" Draco tipped his chin up and grinned at the other.
"It totally is not! My hair is so much better than yours 24/7!" He said and adjusted his glasses. They laughed again and Draco felt a whole lot lighter. This is how he wants their relationship to be, even if Potter doesn't return his feelings. He didn't want to give hexes and insults. He wanted to give hugs and occasional compliments. They went quiet and the silence grew. Draco was about to break it but he was promptly stopped when the door burst open.
"There you are Harry!" A female voice rang throughout the hall, and she was quickly shushed by the nurse.
"Yes, I am here Hermione. Can you not be so loud?" She muttered an apology and walked towards them, the weasel on her tail.
"Why are you here? Not to mention with Malfoy?" She pointed to Draco with an odd expression.
"We were looking everywhere for ya mate" the redhead added and looked at Draco with dissatisfaction. What? Is me being with potter a crime now?
"Long story..." Potter said sheepishly and shrugged. He slowly took his hand away from Draco and faced them fully. Hermione crossed her arms and looked him in such a way it made the boy drop his gaze and look at Draco, almost for permission. Draco closed his eyes briefly and nodded.
"I found Malfoy in the snow unconscious, so I brought him here. Ron don't look at me like that. He was pale, sick, and freezing. I'd be damned if I just left him!" Potter said in defense of Draco, which made him flush a little. Weasel's face was priceless, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open, his face drained of color. Draco couldn't help a snort and he covered his mouth with his hand.
"Are you trying to catch flies there Weasel?" Draco muttered and stifled a laugh again at the redheads face.
"Oh shut up you prat" Potter shoved Draco's heads to the side but in a playful way, and Draco caught a glimpse of a grin.
"Make me, Potter" he teased with a smirk. Potter rolled his eyes.
"Gladly" he retorted and pressed his hand to Draco's mouth and shoved his head back down to the pillow. Draco's eyes widened and he tried to pry potters hand off.
Potter looked back towards the two, slightly surprised when he saw them gaping at Draco and Potter.
"What?" Potter asked and tilted his head. The two looked at each other then back at potter.
"Did you land with a thud mate?" The redhead asked and gestured to them.
"What do you mean?" Potter asked, unaware of Draco inability to breath.
"Did you hit your head on the way here?" Hermione chipped in.
"Look, guys I don't know what you're talking about-" Draco was tired of Potters hand over his mouth and not allowing him to breath. So he licked his hand. Hmm. Tastes like Treacle tart and other sweets.
"Eww! Malfoy! Did you just bloody lick me!?" Potter instantly slapped his hand back into his thigh to wipe it off.
"Serves you right you idiot. I couldn't breath!" Draco laughed and sat up again, a smug smirk crawling across his face at the visual of Granger and Weasel going pale.
"Doesn't mean you have to lick me!"
"It actually does. Clearly nothing else was getting your attention of that fact you were suffocating me" Draco laughed and leaned back against the backboard. "Can you not stare at me like that? I'm not eating slugs" Draco's words apparently snapped the two out of their daze.
"Did you hit your head?" Hermione asked and gestured towards Draco and Potter.
"Honestly, Potter, what's wrong with your friends? We're not ghosts" Draco looked at Potter. He shrugged.
"Yeah, I got to agree with Malfoy on this one. What's wrong?" He turned to look at them. Weasel gestured to them again. "How are you two having a decent conversation and sticking your hands down the others throat?!" No, he wanted to stick his tongue down Harry's throat, but not his hand. Gross Granger. "That's what we're stunned about!" Granger said matter-of-factly. Potter looked like he was going to say something but Draco cut him off.
"Ever think once that I'm grateful for Potter saving my life? It would be extremely rude to yell at him and tell him to get lost. Even I have more class than that, Granger" Draco crossed his arms and looked away from the trio.
"Harry, lets just go" the weasel snatched Potters arm and dragged him away, Potter looking unwilling but he still went. He looked back once at Draco before the door closed shut.
Harry
Harry notice the uncomfortable position he had fallen asleep in. Where was he anyway? He didn't remember going to his dorm and sleeping. He doesn't even know a place where his position would be necessary. He then noticed how his arms were warm and his back and shoulders were too. Kinda like...
That's when he remembered. He was in the infirmary with Malfoy, and Malfoy was cold. So they had fallen asleep like that. Almost cuddling. He didn't know how he felt about that. Cuddling with Malfoy. A few hours ago he would of been disgusted. But after talking with the blonde a little, Harry realized there's more of a good person than he lets on. He's pleasant to talk to.
Well, Malfoy was warmer now and he wasn't shivering, which was good. But another odd thing is that his hair moved a little. Like wind or hands brushed it aside. Maybe Madam Pomfrey forgot to close the windows again. He moved a little and the warmth around him faded away. He almost complained. But it was Malfoy.
Harry rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting his glasses. He looked at Malfoy and saw his blonde hair was slightly messed up. He was about to comment on it but he cut off by the feeling of a hand ruffling his own hair.
"Bed head much?" Malfoy teased with a stupid grin on his face.
"H-hey!" Harry leaned away from Malfoy and ran his fingers through his hair to try to tame it. He playfully glare at the blonde. Two can play at that game. He reached over and ruffled Malfoy's surprisingly soft hair into a eagles nest.
"Aww did I mess up your expensive haircut?" Harry teased and Malfoy huffed in response.
"As a matter of fact, I give myself haircuts. And as you can see, they turn out beautifully" Malfoy slapped his hand over his chest like he was offended then crossed his arms. Drama queen. Though, Harry wasn't expecting that. He did admit that his hair was pretty good looking.
"Stupid Potter..." Malfoy grumbled and Harry laughed. He's such a drama queen.
"Lighten up Draco!" He laughed and ruffled Malfoy's hair again. Malfoy looked at him like he was trying to be menacing but a smile crawled onto his face and he laughed a little as well. Ah, he's never heard an actual laugh from Malfoy. Just snickers and sniggers. It was quite lovely if he was to be truthful.
"At least my hair still looks better than yours, even all messed up!" Malfoy tipped his chin up and grinned at the Harry. It may be so. Not that he's admit that.
"It totally is not! My hair is so much better than yours 24/7!" He said and adjusted his glasses again. They laughed again and Harry smiled. Malfoy was pleasant to be around. Well, when he wanted to be.
They went quiet and the silence grew, but it wasn't awkward. Malfoy looked as if he want to say something but the door burst open.
"There you are Harry!" Harry recognized Hermione's voice, but she was a little too loud for the hospitals liking. He heard the nurse shush her.
"Yes, I am here Hermione. Can you not be so loud?" She muttered an apology and walked towards them, Ron following.
"Why are you here? Not to mention with Malfoy?" She pointed to The blonde with an odd expression. Surprised and... Dissatisfaction?
"We were looking everywhere for ya mate" Ron said once they were standing close to Malfoy's bed. He didn't like the way Ron looked at Malfoy though.
"Long story..." Harry said sheepishly and shrugged. He slowly took his hand away from the blonde and faced them. Hermione crossed her arms and looked him, as if saying Harry, we've got time. It made the Harry drop his gaze and look at Malfoy for permission. He nodded.
"I found Malfoy in the snow unconscious, so I brought him here" Harry was gonna give the short explanation and not give too many details away. Ron looked horrified. "Ron don't look at me like that. He was pale, sick, and freezing. I'd be damned if I just left him!" Potter said defensibly.
"Are you trying to catch flies there Weasel?" The blonde muttered and stifled a laugh, which caught his attention.
"Oh shut up you prat" Harry shoved Malfoy's heads to the side but in a playful way with a grin. Normally he wouldn't of been this way, but he realized he was just teasing in a good way.
"Make me, Potter" Harry rolled his eyes. Oh I will.
"Gladly" Harry retorted and pressed his hand to Draco's mouth and shoved his head back down to the pillow. He smirked but turned back to his friends, slightly surprised when he saw them gaping at them.
"What?" Harry asked and tilted his head. The two looked at each other then back at Harry.
"Did you land with a thud mate?" Ron asked and gestured to them.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, unaware of Draco inability to breath.
"Did you hit your head on the way here?" Hermione chipped in. What were they talking about? He's fine
"Look, guys I don't know what you're talking about-" a warm and wet sensation crawled onto his hand, and his eyes widened at the realization of what it was.
"Eww! Malfoy! Did you just bloody lick me!?" He instantly slapped his hand back into his thigh to wipe it off. Gross Malfoy!
"Serves you right you idiot. I couldn't breath!" Malfoy laughed a little. Stop doing that!
"Doesn't mean you have to lick me!" Harry finished wiping off his hand in the blanket and his pants.
"It actually does. Clearly nothing else was getting your attention of that fact you were suffocating me" Malfoy leaned back against the wall.
"Can you not stare at me like that? I'm not eating slugs" Malfoy said after a little bit of silence, his words snapping his two friends out of their daze.
"Did you hit your head?" Hermione asked and gestured towards Malfoy
"Honestly, Potter, what's wrong with your friends? We're not ghosts" Malfoy looked at Harry and he shrugged.
"Yeah, I got to agree with Malfoy on this one. What's wrong?" He turned to look at them. Ron gestured to them again, trying to get Hermione to talk. Was he that stunned he lost his words?
"How are you two having a decent conversation and sticking your hands down the others throat?!mThat's what we're stunned about!" Hermione exclaimed. Harry was about to defend Malfoy again but Malfoy thought other wise.
"Ever think once that I'm grateful for Potter saving my life? It would be extremely rude to yell at him and tell him to get lost. Even I have more class than that, Granger" Malfoy looked away from them. No! Don't be mad!
"Harry, lets just go" Ron snatched Harrys arm and dragged him away. He actually wanted to stay with Malfoy to see if e was okay, but he didn't want his friends to be any more confused. He looked at the blonde through the crack of the door before it was closed shut.
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"Harry! What the hell?!" Hermione slapped his arm once they were in the Gryffindor common room. Ow! She didn't have to hit me!
"Ow! Hermione! What was that for?!" Harry rubbed his arm.
"How about for disappearing on us for hours then in the infirmary with Malfoy! Seriously mate?" Ron added as he and Hermione sat down across from him.
"What's wrong with saving someone's life? Even if it is Malfoy, I don't see what your guy's problem is" Harry said and crossed his legs on the chair.
"That doesn't explain why you were missing for hours" Hermione stated and shook her head.
"Actually it does! I found him and I brought him to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey asked me to stay with him in case something were to happen when she was tending other patients. After he woke up, he was so cold that he was shivering and teeth clattering!" He might of stretched that a bit but this was needed to get his point across. "He was freezing to the touch and I wasn't going to just leave him there!" Harry was a little angry with the two for being angry at Harry for saving someone's life! "We talked a little and then we fell asleep. After we woke up we talked again. We were having a very nice conversation until you burst in like the twins on broomsticks!" He just casually left out the fact that they were pretty much cuddling too. Harry hadn't meant to yell at his friends. He really didn't. But it was just a little ridiculous that they were acting like this.
Ron and Hermione were quiet for a few minutes, Hermione's head down and Ron tapping his thigh with his finger. "What is your guy's problem? Malfoy isn't all that bad" Harry said in a softer tone.
"You're right Harry. Sorry." Ron said and looked up at him with a solemn expression. Harry was expecting that from Hermione, not Ron. but he was grateful nonetheless. "Thank you" Harry said and leaned back in the chair.
"By the way, Harry, do you have a date to the Yule Ball?"