My Heart Keeps Beating (Drarry)

Hospitals suck but Harry Potter dosen't

A/N- Hey guys how did you like the last chapter? I don't own nothin blah blah blah. Read!

How I hate hospitals, the constant check ups, the bright light, everything. Well everything accept Harry Potter.

"Hello Harry." I say to the boy with emerald green eyes. "Thank God your alright Draco. I'm here to take you back into the wizard world. Bad things have happened and we need your help. I need your help."

'What in the bloody hell is he saying.' Runs through my mind. I look down at his hand and see there's no ring. 'Huh, he didn't marry the she-Weasel.' I celebrate internally. I realize that 5 minutes has gone by 'Oh shit, right I need to give him an answer.'

"Yes, I'll go with you." He smiles. "On one condition." Harry rolls his eyes but hasn't stopped smiling. "Tell me why you really came to the muggle world to get me. Don't feed me any of this 'saving the wizard world' bullshit. I want a real answer." Harry's smile falls from his face, he bites his lip nervously just like he did in potions.

I raise a perfect blond eyebrow and smirk, knowing he will comply. "Do you really want to know?" Harry asks blush creeping up his cheeks. "But of course." I say cockily. "There is a open teaching position at Hogwarts and you are the best I know. I was also wondering where you went, for some odd reason." He replied, my face is obviously riddled with surprise.

He flushes and says "S-sorry I didn't mean to spring all that on you, especially when you're shot." I chuckle "Yeah, am I aloud to sit up yet?" I ask wanting the bright hospital lights to stop burning my fucking retinas. "No, they say tomorrow. I heard the healers talking and there was something weird about the bullet. It seemed to be infused with magic of some kind." I look at him in confusion and say, "That's odd it was just some muggle in a bar." Scrunching my eyebrows together.

I don't really want to tell Harry what happened yet, it would break me. Maybe one day I'll gain the courage, but I'm not a goddamn Gryffindor. I squeeze Harry's hand lightly, but when I do he screams in pain. I let go, and stare in horror at his hand. His pinkie is where his thumb should be and vise versa.

"I-I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to." I say appalled at what I'd done. "I'll just go outside and talk to the healers. Don't worry about it. Remember I've died, this is nothing." He says smiling. When Harry left my fingers and toes started to bleed. I don't mean dripping a little blood, I mean as if my fingers and toes were cut the fuck off. My bullet wound starts to throb and my body feels like it's on fire. I see healers running to me, but I'm too focused on not passing out to care. It takes three body binding curses to keep me from writhing in pain.

The healers have no idea what the hell is going on, when Harry comes in the room everything stops the pain, the bleeding, but not the power I feel coursing through my veins. It's more power than I've ever felt before, it was great. "What the bloody hell was in that bullet." I gasp out trying to catch my breath. There's fear in Harry's eyes, when he speaks it's in a whisper. "Why are you glowing?" I look down and see a bright purple glow radiating off my skin. "Shit" I whisper. "We need to talk to you." The healers say. When Harry goes to leave the healers look grave when they say "Both of you."