Drarry one shots

Injuries

Harry was always getting hurt. Wether it was playing quidditch , or practicing a new spell, Harry was bound to be injured by the end of it.

He would walk with a limp into the Slytherin common room and immediately be enveloped in Draco's ginger embrace whilst simultaneously being scolded. " I'm fine, really I'm alright" Harry would groan, though not swatting away Draco's prodding at his torso, arms and face. Draco would scour Harry's skin for the slightest mark, tsking and muttering every time he that he found one.

Harry was now on the Quidditch field . Whilst keepers were guarding hoops and balls were being thrown into them and chased, Harry kept his head eye on the snitch. It flitted tauntingly from side to side , light reflecting off of the lustrous golden exterior,  beckoning for Harry to catch it. He squeezed his thighs on his broomstick and soared across the field after it , hand outstretched and fingers apart .

His broom accelerated at an alarming speed, almost launching him off of his broomstick, but he held firm , perusing the snitch. It was just... out of reach...

He followed it across the field , dodging his fellow teammates and racing away from his opposition. The wind ripped through his hair and pushed at his skin. The Snitch plummeted downward and, mindlessly, so did he. He saw at first a blur of blue and gold, brown and then black.

Harry woke up in Madam Pomfrey's infirmary, laid on a rather uncomfortable bed that felt as of it were filled with straw. He awakened with a start, still remembering his mad dash toward the snitch. He instinctively tried to bring up his hand, and groaned when it wouldn't move . His vision was blurry, and colors melded together . He immediately recognized the distinctive blur of platinum and grey. " Draco?" Harry groaned.

Immediately Draco looked at Harry with a start and began blasting him with one of the worst scoldings Harry had ever experienced in a long time .

" and you just kept plummeting, do you know how much you scared me? And you're covered in dirt, and muck and whatever else . Your uniform is ripped , so I'll have to take it to the tailors..."

And he went on and on and on, causing Harry's head to pulse with more surging pain each sentence . Draco must have seen the pained expression on Harry's face , because the fussing ebbed to a stop . " I was worried..." Draco said. Harry willed his voice to come forth. It was sticky and thick like sap. " I know" he replied .

The room had cleared up a bit since Harry has woken up, Ron and Hermoine leaving for dinner along with most of the other students. Apart from a few others it was empty. After a while , Draco penetrated the silence , " Are you alright?"
" now you ask..." Harry muttered .
" of course I care , Harry-" Draco started .
" Do you? Or do you care more about having a pretty and proper boyfriend to tote around?" Harry retorted . He had started to prop himself up on the mattress , but feeling a sharp pain in his wrist he sunk down onto his elbows instead. Draco sneered , " Potter you couldn't be proper to save your constantly threatened life!" Draco retorted snakily. His face was growing a bright shade of pink. He continued " I care about you more than I care about myself , Harry I do. I want you to be okay and by god if something happens to you I don't know what the hell I'll do."

Harry looked Draco in the face. He had begun to breathe shakily and his eyes glistened against the waning light escaping through the window. " come here..." Harry demanded lowly. Draco continued to look at him sneeringly. Without hesitation, Harry swung his legs around the side of the mattress and knocked the covers off. He didn't care who was left to witness it. He grabbed Draco by the tie just below the knot so that it constricted a bit at his neck and pulled him in. " I said come here" Harry muttered , his warm breath lightly brushing against Draco's lips . " Harry-"

Harry pushed his warm lips onto Draco's , letting the familiar warmth cascade through them both. He pulled back before caressing Draco's bottom lip with his own . As always Draco tasted of mints and comfort. He pulled away and let go of Draco's tie , inhaling deeply and exhaling softly. The blonde boy was flustered and his face was full of light , and  surprise . He blinked a few times , his blonde eyelashes fluttering wildly and reflecting what was left of the sunlight. " s-so your wrist has gotten better-" Draco started . They both grinned at eachother.

AND VIOLA!! AP Lang is kicking my bottom I have NO time to write but I WILL deliver! It's funny. When I started this I was dreaming of college, now I'm oh so close . Time really flies . I hope you all enjoy this. I'm too tired to proof read, so feel absolutely free to comment if I've made any mistakes or there's an issue ❤️❤️❤️ I love all of you guys . I remember you all and you're not forgotten :)