(I'll do the beginning of this chapter in Harry's POV since I haven't done his in a while)
Harry's POV
I hear faded voices in the background, but I can't understand them, I try to but I can't. I feel as if I'm underwater and can't come to the surface, but suddenly I rush to the surface and I open eyes as I break the water's face to find five faces looking at me.
"Harry! You're awake!" I'm suddenly tackle hugged by a flurry of red and a small section of brown.
"What are you guy's doing here?" I ask them (Ginny, Ron, Fred, George, and Mione)
"Harry you've been asleep for a week." Mione clarified.
"A WEEK?!?!" I yell.
"The people that you fought with had broken quite a few of your ribs so I decided to keep you sedated while I grew them back so that you wouldn't be in pain." Madame Pomfrey explained, coming into the room carrying a tray. "Drink this." She said shoving a cup of this weird orange liquid. I questioned what it was but drank it anyway.
"This is disgusting. What the hell is this?" I ask after a small sip.
"You don't want to know. All you need to know is that it'll help your bones, they are new bones, and they need to toughen in order for them to be like an actual bone. So, drink up, it won't work unless you drink the entire cup. Also, one of your arms broke, the potion I gave you didn't work as well as it did for your ribs so you will need to have a cast set in place. Now listen to me when I say this, Do Not! Under any circumstances, do quidditch." I whined at that.
"But there's a game coming up in a week against the Ravenclaws. They need me." She glared at me, and I stopped talking.
"You're cast will come off in a couple months. I suggest you find someone who's in all your classes because you will need a person to carry your books and if you're right-handed to write notes for you." I groaned when I realized that there's only one person.
"He's not gonna like that."
"Who's not going to like that?" Mione asked.
"Malfoy." I said.
"He's the only person I have all classes with. These next couple weeks sure will be the best, won't they?" I said with a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, they sure will Potter." A voice from the corner sounded and I turned my head to see Malfoy leaning against the wall.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" I ask. Not in a rude way, but not in the nicest way possible.
"Granger here said that she needed me in the infirmary." He said not moving any other muscles than his mouth muscles. He didn't look up.
"Ah well, I don't need you right now, so you don't have to stay."
Draco's POV (during the week)
"Hope you, get better soon." I said, leaving the infirmary. I saw his emerald eyes glimmer with disappointment as he bit his lip looking at me while I closed the door. I felt my pants tighten ever so slightly and I groaned.
'WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO BE SO GAY?!?!?!' I thought over and over again as I walked down the hallways until I crashed into someone.
I looked up and saw Headmistress McGonagall.
"Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing roaming the halls so late at night?" She asked me.
"I was in the infirmary."
"Now why were you in the infirmary. Did you get hurt or were you visiting someone?" She asked with a small twinkle in her eyes.
"Visiting someone. I walked in on him getting beat up by some students and when I finally got them to stop, I had to bring him to the infirmary." I explained and she nodded.
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Emerald Eyes
RomanceHe slowly walks onto the wide platform of 9 3/4, waiting for his friends when suddenly a shock runs through his body. As if he was struck by lightning energy coursed through his veins, he felt a pair of eyes staring straight through him as he turned...
