" ~ Blind Love ~ "

" ~ It's not a choice. "

" Loving you is a losing game. "

                                - Duncan Laurence

Draco's POV :

I peeled the sweat clad bed sheets from my torso and sat up, running a hand through my sweat drenched hair. As I glanced at my arm, seeing it was filled with bandages. I looked around as I recognized it to be the Hospital wing. I've been here enough times to recognize it almost immediately, I'm guessing I was saved before I ended it all ..

I gazed over to my right to see a messy haired boy sleeping at the corner of my bed. Of course it was, Harry. I recognized that voice from when I closed my eyes, of course it had to be him. Stupid saint acting git, I had enough on my plate to care about him at this time. I persisted my gaze at him as I finally heard a gape from the boy, he rubbed his eyes as

He suddenly jolted up, looking up at me with a surprised, nervous expression. " What? " I asked in a gruff, cold manner. A drop of sweat trickled from his face as he started to fidget with his hands. " Oh! Mr Malfoy, you're finally awake " The medwitch, Madam pomfrey said as she entered the room, carrying a few potions with her. She placed the potions on the table and handed me one. I shook my head and resisted it until an intense pain shot throughout my body.

" Oh um, on second thought. I'll take it .. " I took the potion from her, as I gulped it down. Gagging from it's taste. " If you need me just yell, kay? " She said, as I shook my head yes. She began to walk away as Harry stepped closer to my bed. I raised my brow at him as he began to shake slightly. " So, Madam pomfrey told me- that you're a.. " He stuttered, sweat pouring from his face as anxiety grew throughout him. " Veela? I thought that she'd tell you .. " I interrupted him, as he gulped. He was unsure how to proceed as he stared at me with a blank expression stuck onto his face.

" Yes, and that you're .. my .. " He proceeded, What's he gonna say? Is he going to be disgusted? Angry? Happy? Thousands of thought's raced through my head as I scanned his eyes for any sort of distaste, anger, anything really. But his face showed none of those, honestly he look quite.. gleeful? If I may say ..

Harry's POV :

If I told myself months ago that Draco MALFOY was my destined lover, I would laugh in my own face. But no, for some reason fate decided to bring us together . .. I didn't know how to feel, I wasn't sure how I should feel, but I definitely

wasn't disgusted. Yet why? Since I can remember, Draco has been my adversary, I made a self-promise to abhor him for as long as I could. Why, then, am I actually joyful? Why did I not experience rage or disgust? All these thoughts were killing me .. " Isn't there another way ..? " I asked, my voice sounding weaker as he looked at me, bursting into laughter
As he wiped from his mouth. He was now staring at me dead in the eye, as I gulped.

" It's not a choice to love you, Harry. "  ..

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