What If (Drarry)

22. Dreams

To Draco, the waiting was agonizing. When he got tired of pacing nervously around the small white room, he sat down beside Ron, and started to relive his memories.

Well, it wasn't the best thing he could do. Replaying the scenes when his curse had hit his father or when Harry floated in the air, his body twitching in pain-

He started to feel even more down in the dumps. He leaned back in the uncomfortable hospital chair, stretched his legs and looked at the floor desperately. As if waiting for it to miraculously help him to forget.

He shut his eyes and unconsciously replayed the moment in his head when Harry had come round. He looked at Draco, but Draco couldn't be sure if he really saw him. Or recognized him.

He wondered whether Harry would remember them when he'd wake up? Or will those kisses remain bittersweet memories in Draco's head?

Not being able to sit in one spot and worrying, Ginny abruptly stood up.

"I go for a walk. Send me a Patronus if we can go on to Harry!" she said and with that se left the small room.

"How much d'you reckon we have to wait?" Ron asked rather impatiently. This long waiting wasn't good for either of them.

Hermione shrugged and turned to Draco.

"Listen. We need to talk."

"Do we?"

"Yes. I know you want to see Harry. And I'm not forbidding you to do so. It's just-"

Hermione trailed off nervously.

"Look. We don't know what he remembers and what he doesn't. Just... Just be careful!" she said wiping a single tear away, hoping that the blond boy didn't notice.

Draco only nodded in response because he couldn't say anything. He too was thinking about Harry bot remembering him. But there was hope, wasn't there?

Hope. Again. Draco felt disgusted as the word and a picture of Harry and him talking and laughing on the boy's hospital bed settled itself in his mind.

***

As the Sun faded and the evening stalked into the room, the white door opened. The tall Healer who'd been examining Harry stepped outside and smiled at the three waiting impatiently. Ginny still hadn't come back, wherever she'd gone to.

"Sorry, it took so long. But he had an extremely vast amount of dark magic in his system."

"Is he okay now?" Hermione asked, tears already leaking from her eyes.

"He will be. But he's very weak. He need to rest. This shield was incredibly strong, full of dark magic. It caused minor demages in his mind as well in his body." Hermione and Draco shared a look. "But you're close to him. I'm sure there will be no problem if he meet you."

With that he stepped aside and indicated them to go in. Ron hurried along, while Hermione stopped to cast a Patronus to message Ginny. Just then she saw the frightened looking Draco indecisively standing half way between the door and herself.

"Come on, Draco! He's alright!"

"Yeah. But what if won't remember me?"

Hermione sighed and put a reassurring hand on the boy's shoulder. "Then you tell him about... everything."

Draco nodded and gathered all his courage before stepping in the bright, lamp lit room.

There only was a single bed in the corner, a rather big bedside table beside it, full of potions, strange magical remedies Draco didn't even had an idea what they were, but there lay Harry's wand and glasses.