Title: Potter? What are yo-?
Author: Alyssa Keserra
Summary: Remember this? Well this us Part II of II
*stamps foot* this wasn't meant to happen! It was just meant to end... except now i'm getting urges, 'write-more-till-it-finishes' urges... and i'm not sure what to do... HELP ME!!!!
Should I not?
"Draco darling, Are you OK? I brought you some lunch," Pansy whispered as she came in almost as if though she wasn't expecting him to be awake and unwilling to disturb him if he wasn't. She turned and closed the door behind her, carefully turning the door knob in its place so it made hardly any noise before turning around and continuing to levitate the tray towards Draco's bed.
Draco stared at her with wide grey eyes, desperately glad he was still fully clothed despite the fact that he knew that his hair was mussed and his lips were a bit red.
"Oh, Draco! You're awake! How are you doing honey?"
Doing his best attempt at puppy dog eyes, Draco looked at her pathetically carefully ensuring his t-shirt covered as much of his neck as possible, just knowing there was a hickey-like mark somewhere on his perfect skin. The strange look on her face made him realise she wasn't even looking at him, but at his hands. Looking down, he realised with horror that he was still holding Potter's jumper. Bloody Potter! Where had he gone anyway?
"What are you holding Draco? Draco… is that Potter's jumper?"
"Uh! Uh.. Yeh!" Draco answered lamely watching as Pansy sat down in a chair next to his bed, placing the tray on the table beside her.
"Why, do you have Potter's jumper?"
"Uh! I… stole it! YES! I stole it!" he said nodding his head triumphantly at thinking up an answer for his inquisitive best friend.
"Why did you steal it, love?" she asked softly reaching out for the jumper and then jumping back slightly when he pulled it closer to him and gave her a ferocious glare.
"Uh! Because I… I liked the… uh!... The… smell of it. Yes. I did." he replied nervously to Pansy's unwavering gaze, lifting the jumper to his nose to pretend to sniff it, despite the fact that he couldn't smell anything.
"You like Potter's smell." Pansy answered blankly staring at her best friend who had his face buried in Harry Potter's jumper and appeared to be drifting off slightly.
"NO! Draco! You like Potter's smell!?!?" she exclaimed giving him horrified eyes.
"I do? Pansy! What are you talking about?" Draco asked looking up at her, completely disregarding the jumper in his lap, "maybe you're getting sick also?"
But Pansy was well past listening as a few things clicked in her mind.
"OH SWEET MERLIN! DRACO! I can't- you can't- I can't believe I didn't see this before! You're in love with Potter! Of COURSE! I've been so blind, I'm your best friend and I didn't even notice! That's why you're always fighting him and touching him and talking to him and Oh so much sexual tension! What are we going to do! Don't worry Draco darling, I'm here for you. We'll get through this together! So blind! How, oh HOW could I have not noticed? Draco, my sweet pea, I don't believe you didn't tell me! Did you think I'd love you any less for your strange and absurd taste in men? It doesn't matter my love, until it's Hagrid you fall for, I'm here for you! You love him! And when you have his jumper, it makes you feel all warm and squishy inside because it's so much bigger than you! Oh Draco! It's all so romantic!"
There was a long moment of silence as Harry tried to stifle his laughter, almost biting through his hand and Draco stared at her through dilated pupils. "Pansy? Are you quite well? I'm afraid you're not making any sense. I hate Potter!"
"Oh, Draco! Darling," she said pulling his head into a hug, "It's OK now love! You don't have to deny it, I know!"
"I'm tired and I think you're coming down with a hallucinatory fever…"
"Oh my buttercup! Did I tire you out with all this talk of him." she exclaimed slowly untangling herself from him, "I'll leave this here and let you rest shall I?"
Draco nodded at her, giving her a feeble smile as she walked away before closing his eyes and letting his pounding head rest. When he opened his eyes again it was because the mattress shifted slightly as he felt someone sit on the bed next to him.
"Potter? What Are Yo-?" he broke off again, not remembering that he must have said those same words so many times already, as Harry leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek. He felt the slight stirrings of a memory in his mind of hot hands and comforting kisses, but he found himself unable to actually place them. He kept his eyes locked with Harry's green ones as the other boy reached out a calloused hand to stroke at his cheek with a thumb as he cupped his jaw.
"You won't even remember this, will you?" Harry whispered with a soft smile, unable to stop the rush of affection that was blinding him to any resemblance of common sense he may once have had.
"That's no need to take advantage of me, Potter! I thought Gryffindors were noble!" Malfoy replied, not moving his face away from Harry's palm
"We are, noble heroic types," Harry replied letting his hand drop away, "go to sleep now, I'll just sit here and read the book about the boy who reminds me of you."
"Since when do I take orders from you?"
"You don't, this is an order from you coming via me."
"Doesn't matter, sleep Draco."
"You have a book about me? I bet everyone has a copy!"
"You called me Draco? How mushy."
Harry hummed softly to himself, watching Malfoy's eyes close and his breathing even out slowly, one hand over his chest and the other sprawled out next to his pillow. Cute.
The next time Draco woke up, he stared at the boy beside his bed for a good few minutes thinking he either hallucinating or still dreaming. Unfortunately the silent watching was broken by a niggling in his nose that caused him to sneeze and Harry to look up from his book at the sound. He smiled affectionately at Draco causing the blonde to frown and back away slightly at the unfamiliar expression directed at him, "Potter? What are yo-?"
He stopped as Harry burst into peals of laughter and immediately felt angry, Harry Potter did not laugh at his expense.
"Potter," he said as coldly and menacingly as he could given his rather pathetic state, "Get. Out."
Harry stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry," he answered quickly, "I didn't mean to laugh, it's just… you're so cute."
If possible, Draco became even more enraged and pointed imperiously at the door.
"Oh Draco, don't make me leave. I'm sorry! Really I am!"
"When have I given you permission to call me by my forename?"
Harry sat back down with a look of bemusement on his face taking this as an acceptance to stay and serve His Imperial Majesty of the Dungeons.
"Do you want something?"
"For you to leave." Malfoy answered petulantly.
"Water or something?" Harry went on ignoring him.
"Why are you here Potter?" Malfoy asked him pouring himself some water unwilling to accept anything from Enemy Number... well numbers weren't really necessary seeing as Harry was his only worthy opponent.
"I came to visit you." Harry answered calmly.
"I wanted to…"
"Hmmph, Gryffindor impulsiveness."
"If that's what you want to call it."
They lapsed into a comfortable silence with Draco dozing slightly and Harry examining the dormitory.
"Who sleeps in this bed?" Harry asked randomly indicating the bed behind him.
"Why?" Draco asked suspiciously, "Who's bed do you want to climb into?"
"Huh? No ones."
"No really! No ones. I'm not planning on getting into any bed here except yours. Except your ill… so not yours either."
Draco stared at Harry for a long moment hoping for some explanatory writing to appear on the other boys face. What exactly was he admitting to?
"I mean…" Harry trailed off flushing under Draco's penetrating gaze, "uh, I… have to… go. Now. Lessons and stuff."
"Lessons just finished."
"Homework and stuff."
"You don't do homework"
"Well now's a perfect time to start right? Heh!" Harry muttered nervously grabbing his cloak and holding it behind him as he backed away and escaped. Draco watched as Enemy… Harry walked away and felt a strange sensation of loss as he found himself alone in the dorm again. The feeling lasted only a few minutes before Pansy burst in and threw herself at the chair Harry had been sitting on moments earlier.
"Potter wasn't in lessons after Potions today!!" she said gleefully to him, "I wonder where he was."
Draco tuned her out as he turned his attention to the book left on his bedside table, hiding it under his pillow so it wouldn't be found.
"Draco? Draco Lucius Malfoy! Are you even listening to me?"
He turned to look at her with as innocent an expression as he could manage. She sighed heavily and leaned over the side of his bed resting her chin on her folded arms.
"Doesn't matter," she said with a wicked smirk, "I know your secret!"
"What secret?" he asked alarmed, but Pansy merely smiled indulgently at him and left the room leaving Draco alone once again.
When Draco woke up he was aware something was different, his head no longer felt like metal, his sight was no longer blurring, his ears weren't ringing and he could not remember anything that happened yesterday. He checked his watch, still 10 minutes for him to lie around in the comfort of his bed. A foreign smell confronted him, and he shifted slightly to see where the smell came from, quidditch, grass and apples? He appeared to be sleeping with a jumper… a strange non-Malfoy jumper that smelt familiar and yet he couldn't recall where from. He stared at it in the dim light, wondering what it was doing in his bed and more importantly why he suddenly wanted to wear it or sit there and just smell it.
Having been completely freaked out by the new random impulses, Draco hurriedly shoved it under his pillow, only for his hand to encounter another foreign object to his bed. What had he been doing yesterday? He pulled out a paperback book that didn't look familiar and was too worn to belong to him. He stared at the title trying to make out the letters in the dark dungeon light.
"Draco?" he heard Blaise call from the bed next door and he quickly shoved the book back under his pillow and turned to face the boy, "You awake?"
"Yes. Yes. I'm awake" he replied pulling himself into a seated position and rubbing his face as he prepared himself for a day of catching up.