Hidden Pain (Drarry) [BEING REWRITTEN]

Chapter 28: The Short Fluff

As fate would have it, Draco's fever went down when he woke up the next day. When he awoke he saw Harry asleep next to him, he was sitting on the floor next to the bed with his arms on the bed and his head resting in them, glasses in one of his hands. Draco smiled fondly at the sight in front of him. He didn't remember much of what happened when he was sick, but he remembered feeling comforted and cared for. Something he hadn't felt in a while. He was glad to have someone care for him like that again. Draco sat up in the bed carefully, trying not to move so much since Harry was still asleep. But with his luck Harry woke up anways. Harry opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head off his arms, rubbing his eyes slightly to try and wake himself up more. To Harry it was a miracle he was able to have a peaceful sleep with what was going on. His mind had been plagued with the image of Death Eaters, green flashes of light, and just overall pain before he had fallen asleep. While his dream was blank, just him in the Forbidden Forest. He didn't know what it meant (honestly he wasn't sure he wanted to know what it meant), but he didn't have time to think of it for long. "Sorry," Draco said. "Hm?" Harry hummed in response, still groggy from his sleep. "For making you take care of me," Draco said. "It was nothing." Harry shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Draco stared at Harry for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak again, "Was I any trouble?" "No, you were really quiet," Harry responded. "It felt unatural," he added with a small chuckle. If Draco was being honest, he was bewildered. Here sitting next to him was a broken boy with too much on his shoulders for someone his age. Too many problems and quite a few mental issues. Too many people failing him and too many people wanting him dead. But there he was, laughing and making jokes. That's how he always was. Draco shook himself out of his thoughts and gave a dry laugh. "I'm still waiting for the day that you go quiet, Potter," he said with his usual snarl, not meaning any of it. Harry laughed and rested his head on the bed again. "Why don't you make me?" Harry said, eyes half closed and smiling. Heat rushed to Draco's face and it instantly turned Gryffindor red. Harry closed his eyes fully, not seeming to realize the effect his words had on the red faced blonde in front of him. The rest of the day was focused on Draco's full recovery. And if Draco was honest, it was the most enjoyable time of his life. He was free and had no worries in the moments that he spent with Harry. But not all good things last.

A/N: Uh, yes, hello, this is just something I've had in my drafts for a long while now. Might go on hiatus (or however you spell it) because I need more ideas, really sorry. I hope I can come back stronger.