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hd_obsession
Disclaimer: I am not JKR. This is intended for fun, not harm. No profit will be made.
Word Count: 482
Summary: Harry is in a Quidditch-related accident, again.
Warnings: Not DH compliant? Unapologetic fluff.
Rating: PG
A/N: Formoonlitdark’s birthday. She wanted cuddling. This is also for micolerose because she feels like crap. Have some h/c babe!!
Harry didn’t even see what hit him, whether it was a Bludger or whether it was another player. All he knows is he got hit, and then it was dark.
He wakes up, itchy, disoriented and with a dry mouth.
A rustling is going on near his…hospital bed. He’s in the Infirmary…again. He’s lost count of how many times he’s been here, usually after a Quidditch game or an injury related to Quidditch in some way. Harry knows without opening his eyes that the rustling belongs to Draco. “It’s always Draco,” he thinks with a smile. He turns his head and opens his eyes and to his disappointment, it’s not Draco but Hermione. Hermione, who is peering at him with an anxious expression.
“What…” he stops. His voice is hoarse because he hasn’t spoken in who knows how long. Hermione gives him a glass and after Harry swallows, the water cool and refreshing, he tries again.
“What happened? Where’s Draco?”
A voice comes from the other side of his bed, “I’m right here.”
Harry turns to look and to his relief, Draco is sitting there with a smirk, “Someone took my spot, so I had to sit here.”
Hermione just huffs in response and Harry can’t help but smile. Draco drops the smirk and replaces it with a worried frown. “How are you feeling? That was quite a fall you took.”
“Oh,” Harry thinks, “I hit the ground.”
Harry thinks about it, and yeah he’s sore, but not in pain. Madame Pomfrey must have given him pain-relieving potion.
“I don’t feel pain, just a vague sort of soreness. But I can imagine that it hurts like hell.”
Draco gives him a tight smile. “Yeah, I can imagine too. We heard you whimpering in your sleep.” He says the last part, soft and worried and strained. Harry reaches out and grabs Draco’s hand, “I’m ok, I promise. I’ll be fine.”
Draco just nods stiffly. Harry hears sounds from the other side of the bed of Hermione coughing, of her chair being skid back, and of her making some sort of excuse to leave, but he’s not listening. He focuses, instead, on his boyfriend who’s just staring at him, eyes soft and concerned.
As soon as he hears the door close shut, he tugs at Draco’s, making him lean forward a bit.
“Lay with me,” he insists more than he asks.
Draco shakes his head, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise. You’ll make me feel better. Now get your arse in this bed and cuddle with me,” Harry demands.
Draco lets out a quiet huff of laughter, “Now who could refuse an offer like that?” He slides in next to Harry very carefully and with the utmost gentleness.
Harry knew Draco would usually scoff at cuddling, but he also knew that right now, that was what both of them needed.
Author:
hd_obsessionDisclaimer: I am not JKR. This is intended for fun, not harm. No profit will be made.
Word Count: 482
Summary: Harry is in a Quidditch-related accident, again.
Warnings: Not DH compliant? Unapologetic fluff.
Rating: PG
A/N: For
moonlitdark’s birthday. She wanted cuddling. This is also for micolerose because she feels like crap. Have some h/c babe!!Harry didn’t even see what hit him, whether it was a Bludger or whether it was another player. All he knows is he got hit, and then it was dark.
He wakes up, itchy, disoriented and with a dry mouth.
A rustling is going on near his…hospital bed. He’s in the Infirmary…again. He’s lost count of how many times he’s been here, usually after a Quidditch game or an injury related to Quidditch in some way. Harry knows without opening his eyes that the rustling belongs to Draco. “It’s always Draco,” he thinks with a smile. He turns his head and opens his eyes and to his disappointment, it’s not Draco but Hermione. Hermione, who is peering at him with an anxious expression.
“What…” he stops. His voice is hoarse because he hasn’t spoken in who knows how long. Hermione gives him a glass and after Harry swallows, the water cool and refreshing, he tries again.
“What happened? Where’s Draco?”
A voice comes from the other side of his bed, “I’m right here.”
Harry turns to look and to his relief, Draco is sitting there with a smirk, “Someone took my spot, so I had to sit here.”
Hermione just huffs in response and Harry can’t help but smile. Draco drops the smirk and replaces it with a worried frown. “How are you feeling? That was quite a fall you took.”
“Oh,” Harry thinks, “I hit the ground.”
Harry thinks about it, and yeah he’s sore, but not in pain. Madame Pomfrey must have given him pain-relieving potion.
“I don’t feel pain, just a vague sort of soreness. But I can imagine that it hurts like hell.”
Draco gives him a tight smile. “Yeah, I can imagine too. We heard you whimpering in your sleep.” He says the last part, soft and worried and strained. Harry reaches out and grabs Draco’s hand, “I’m ok, I promise. I’ll be fine.”
Draco just nods stiffly. Harry hears sounds from the other side of the bed of Hermione coughing, of her chair being skid back, and of her making some sort of excuse to leave, but he’s not listening. He focuses, instead, on his boyfriend who’s just staring at him, eyes soft and concerned.
As soon as he hears the door close shut, he tugs at Draco’s, making him lean forward a bit.
“Lay with me,” he insists more than he asks.
Draco shakes his head, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise. You’ll make me feel better. Now get your arse in this bed and cuddle with me,” Harry demands.
Draco lets out a quiet huff of laughter, “Now who could refuse an offer like that?” He slides in next to Harry very carefully and with the utmost gentleness.
Harry knew Draco would usually scoff at cuddling, but he also knew that right now, that was what both of them needed.
