A/N
This fanfiction may go on for a while because I've got it all planned out and yah.
so enjoy!
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When morning came around, Draco stood up and opened the curtains around their hospital bed, his robes not even creased although he'd just slept in them.
He glanced back at the sleeping mess of a boy, smirking at the fact Potter wasn't as smartly dressed as him.
The raven haired boy meanwhile started to feel cold, and sat up searching for his lover, who then shuffled onto the bed next to him again.
"I'm here my sexy yet scruffy little puppy." He winked, and Potter yawned, collapsing into Draco's arms.
Madam Pomfrey came over to check on Harry's wound and Malfoy's wings, waking Potter up and making the blondie frown.
It turned out that Draco's wing was broken and skelegro wouldn't work, so although he could still fly and everything, he had to be very cautious.
He didn't care; It was worth it to save Harry. They also needed to be groomed so Potter took up the job of doing that, causing Malfoy to purr and groan in pleasure.
"Draco," Harry giggled, "You are so cute."
Smirking, he purred and rested his head on Potter's shoulder.
"Call me when you're done, boys." Madam Pomfrey smiled, pulling closed the curtains.
"Okay, so where does it itch?"
"My arse, reall-"
"On your wings, silly!"
The blond boy's heart melted at Harry's little giggle, making him shut his eyes and smile. He was such a lucky guy to be paired with Harry Potter.
He was even luckier to be loved back by him.
"Oh, down... left a bit... A bit more... That's too bloody far, more to the right... Up a little... More... Perfect!" He bit his lip to hold back a moan as the other boy scratched and plucked his old feathers, the ones that were causing him major discomfort on his broken wing.
"I can't believe my baby hurt his beautiful wing." Harry frowned, pressing a kiss to Malfoy's forehead.
"Worth it to save you. That's it... Thank you." He smiled, shaking his wings and curling them back in.
"Should I call Madam Pomfrey?" Potter asked.
"Yeah, we need to get you checked out, princess."
"You check me out every-"
"I meant your injury, can you stop being gay for one second?" He joked, rolling his eyes with a grin plastered on his face.
When Madam Pomfrey came back and went to touch the Gryffindor's thigh to get to the wound, the blond Slytherin had snarled and growled at her, warning her to back away.
"Draco, she'll heal me quicker." Harry tried reassuring him, but the Veela's eyes had went bloodshot, his nostrils flaring.
"My. Mate." He stated firmly, placing his hand over Harry's thigh.
"Mr Malfoy, if you may, I do need to heal Potter." She sighed, raising an eyebrow. It was going to be hard to get him to back away.
"Mine!" He growled.
"Drakey, come here. You can hold my hand whilst she's checking, okay?" He smiled softly, making Draco beam and his eyes to go back to their usual colour.
"Thank you." Pomfrey whispered to Harry, "I thought I'd be dead for a second there!"
The raven haired boy chuckled but Malfoy's arms muffled the sound.
"Dra-"
"Hug me."
He grinned, burrying his head into the other's chest.
His hand placed itself on Potter's dick through his trousers, a thumb running across it every now and then, just so he could prove to Madam Pomfrey that he was his (and because he wanted to see Harry blush).
"Malfoy, you can't have that behaviou-"
"Mine!" He snapped, making the Gryffindor pull the Slytherin's head back into his chest.
"Stop being so stupid, move your hand, babe." He mumbled. Draco hesitated but slowly moved his hand away, leaving it on Potters belly.
He felt Harry tingle when he did and smiled, pressing his lips against his neck.
"Only mine. I don't want to share you-"
"You don't need to share me." He grumbled, wincing in pain when Madam Pomfrey placed her fingers over his wound. It was temporarily closed with magic, but still hurt like hell, meaning that when the magic wore off he'd need stitches, which should be anytime soon.
Feeling the pain on himself, Malfoy bonced up and snarled at her.
"Mr Malfoy, I'm sorry but-"
"Draco, come here!" Harry demanded, causing the blond boy to look back at him before creeping closer to his wound and placing a small kiss upon it.
"That's all I was going to do. Talk about trust issues." He grumbled to Madam Pomfrey, going back to lay beside Potter on the bed who was flushing a deep red.
"Ya alright, love?" He asked, and the raven haired boy bit his lip, turning his voice into a whisper.
"No. I-I'm desperate."
"For what? A wee?" He joked, but was half serious as he widened his eyes and checked the blanket.
"No." Rolling his eyes, he laughed gently, placing his lips onto Malfoy's ear lobe, "For you."
Draco purred, tingling and pulling Harry closer.
"Alright boys, it's strange we do this at Hogwarts but it'll be an easy thing to do. Although muggles do it, Mr Zabini did use a muggle weapon, and it'll be the quickest and easiest way we can think of for Potter to heal, because the healing potion just isn't working. It was too deep of a cut, I'm suprised you didn't die of blood loss, Mr Potter." She raised hey eyebrows and he shrugged, making her sigh, "We're going to give you stitches around about now. Luckily I was taught how to do it as I've been asking Mrs Granger how her parents who are muggles do it. Of course we can't numb you, and you should really be sent back home after this injury but-"
"Just do it!" Malfoy hissed, placing Harrys face into his own chest so he wouldn't see what was happening to him. Draco would feel the pain all the same, so he too closed his eyes.
They snapped open when he heard a scream, and he looked down at Harry who was crying. The Slytherin had faintly felt the pain but he had felt worse in his life, and thought Potter had too.
"What's wrong?"
"Uncle-Uncle-" He spluttered, and Draco pressed a kiss on the other's forehead.
"I've got you. Drakey's got you, shush, it'll be over soon, princess. You're so strong." He encouraged, ignoring the pain in his own thigh.
"One last one, Potter. This may hurt." Madam Pomfrey stabbed the needle into his skin, making him screech and Malfoy to smash his lips against the other boy's in fear and panic.
Harry couldn't feel the pain when Draco kissed him, all he could feel was a burning passion on his lips. Harry pulled back for breath, licking his lips.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I love you, too." The blondie breathed, cupping the raven haired boy's cheeks, before kissing him again.
Potter allowed Draco to shove his tongue into his mouth, his hands roaming his body except for his thigh, where Madam Pomfrey was probably finishing up.
"Draco." He groaned with a gasp, pulling the other boy's head closer to his own. Draco started to go blue in the face from lack of oxygen, and Harry's lips felt bruised, so they parted their lips.
Panting loudly, they realised that Madam Pomfrey was gone, so Malfoy got up to examine the wound.
"So the muggles basically stitch themself up as if they're material? That's sick." His face twisted with disgust before he got back next to Harry.
"It hurt, too." Potter mumbled, rolling his eyes.
"It'll hurt more when you give birth to our kids," He smirked, but Harry sent him a shocked look so he changed his words, "B-but you're were so strong and brave, my little lion."
He smiled and Harry blushed with a smirk.
"So, shall we finish what we started, love?"
"You bet ya. And this time," He grew closer, kissing Harry's nose, "You can be top."
Potter spluttered, catching his breath in his throat as he fell off the hospital bed.
"Sorry?" He stammered, making Draco snort, helping up his boyfriend and pulling him ontop of himself,
"Joking, Potter. Just kiss me."
Gulping, Harry nodded violently and followed his orders, feeding his Veela a passionate kiss full of love and pleasure.