Drarry One Shots

I Always Will (Part Two/End)

I honestly didn't think I would make a part two to this, but, hey, a commenter gave me a idea, and asked if I would make one, so, vola! Credit to this does go to them, but I am not puting their name up because I do not know whether they would want me to or not. Please tell me if you do, and I will put your name up for credit-you know who you are.

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Harry blinked. His vision was blurry. Where were his glasses? He decided he would find them later, as he was extremely comfy at the moment, something which never happened, and he was not about to give this up.

Harry fell back asleep, not noticing that his pillow breathed, nor the coppery smell of blood, or the tear remains on his face.

Draco, Harry's pillow, had fallen asleep just a few minutes ago, before Harry had woken up. It was around two in the morning, and Draco was tired, so he had fallen asleep, snuggling Harry.

The next time one of them awoke, it as around five in the morning. Draco blinked, vision fuzzy. Yawning, he shifted, only to be held down. He froze, before blinking rapidly as a rush of memories hit him. Harry, Myrtle, the bathroom...

Draco looked down, and his heart melted. Harry was cuddled against him, arms wrapped tightly around Draco's neck, even in sleep, as though he feared Draco would run away. 

He probably does, Draco mused sorrowfully.

Though Draco wished he didn't have to, he knew he had to wake Harry up. But he looks so peaceful, Draco's conscious murmured. No, I have to get him to the hospital wing, Draco thought with determination.

"Pott-Harry." Draco whispered, almost fearing to wake the other. Harry rustled, but didn't wake up. "Harry, c'mon Harry, wake up." Draco whispered gently. 

Harry blinked blearily up at Draco, eyelids dropping and eyes dazed. 

"Draco?"

"It's me, Harry. C'mon, let's get you to the hospital wing. Please, Harry, just work with me here." Harry nodded sleepily, and let Draco shuffle him into a standing position. Harry leaned on Draco heavily, and Draco had his arm wrapped around Harry's waist. "C'mon Potter, work with me." Draco muttered, almost to himself. 

It was a struggle, and it took some time, but luckily the bathroom wasn't to horribly far from the hospital wing. Draco did manage to get Harry into a bed, and tuck him in, and then fetch Madam Pomfrey, but by the time the nurse was grumpily answering to the knocks on her bedroom door, the sky was just starting to light up. 

Once Pomfrey had seen Harry, she had gasped and started moving about, shooing Draco out. 

Draco had left, albeit reluctantly. 

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The next morning Draco sat at the Slytherin table, anxiously glancing at the Gryffindor table and door to the Great Hall every few seconds. Half way through, Draco glanced up again -by now his neck was starting to hurt- and he froze. Harry was walking in. He wasn't making eye contact with any one. 

Harry looked better. Not as thin, though still too thin to be healthy, not as pale, but still paler than Draco, and the bags and dark circles under his eyes had faded heavily, though they were still evident. 

Once Harry had sat, he had looked up and made eye contact with Draco, who was already staring right at him. Draco was very glad to see that Harry's eyes where no longer dull and dead. Though they didn't hold nearly the shine they did in the past few years, it was a significant difference.

Draco smiled at Harry warmly, and Harry, after a moments hesitation, smiled back, slowly. Thank you, Harry mouthed the words, and then looked down, a redness rising up his neck. He glanced up again, only to look right back down. Draco was beaming, glowing, much to the confusion of those who were looking at him. Draco waited for Harry to look up again, but he didn't.

Draco, after a moment, reluctantly tore his attention to else were, knowing it would be creepy if he just kept staring at a blushing Harry.

Though, throughout the whole meal, Draco planning a way to get the Gryffindor alone just so he could say few words. 

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Right before lunch ended, it seemed, Draco would be able to.

He was walking out, having seen Harry walk out moments before. "Harry!" Draco called to the form a little ways ahead of him. The other looked around, and blushed, but stayed in place, waiting for Draco to catch up. "I just wanted to say, that if you ever need help of any sort...I'm here." Draco said before he could regret them. 

Harry looked at him, surprise covering his features even as a blush made itself known. 

"T-Thank you...Draco." Harry got out before whipping around and walking away, his face feeling as though he was on fire. 

Draco got a dreamy look on his face, along with a sappy smile as he walked away in the opposite direction slowly.