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Quidditch Injuries (Part 2)

Draco's soft admission hung in the air between them, and Harry felt warmth spreading through his chest, that hopeful, fluttering feeling that had been growing over the past few days. It was something he hadn't fully let himself acknowledge until now, something beyond guilt or responsibility. It was an undeniable pull toward Draco, one that made him want to keep returning to this room, to Draco's side.

"I'll find you," Harry repeated softly, his eyes locked on Draco's.

Draco gave him a small, genuine smile, the kind Harry had only seen a few times before. It wasn't the sharp, smirking grin Draco usually wore. This was something softer, something that felt more real.

For a moment, they simply sat there in silence, the only sound in the room the quiet crackling of the fireplace in the corner. Harry wasn't sure how long they stayed like that-just sitting together, the space between them filled with the unspoken understanding that something was changing. Something important.

Draco was the first to break the silence, though his voice was quieter than usual, almost tentative. "Potter... why are you really here?"

Harry blinked, surprised by the question. "What do you mean?"

Draco's eyes flicked away from Harry's, as if he were afraid to hold the gaze for too long. "I mean... you've been coming here every day. You said it was because you felt responsible, but..." He trailed off, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "I don't think that's the only reason anymore."

Harry opened his mouth, ready to protest, but then he paused. Draco was right-Harry hadn't been coming here just because of guilt. Not for a while now. But admitting that out loud, especially to Draco, felt terrifying.

But maybe it was time to be honest. Maybe he owed Draco that much.

"I... don't know," Harry said slowly, his voice unsure. "At first, it was because I felt bad. But now..." He hesitated, searching for the right words. "Now I think I just... like being around you."

Draco's head snapped up, his silver eyes wide with surprise. "You what?"

Harry swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "I like spending time with you. It's... nice."

Draco stared at him, clearly thrown off by the admission. "But we've never... we're not friends."

"I know," Harry said quickly, his voice soft. "I know we're not. But it feels like maybe... we could be."

Draco blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "You want to be friends? With me?"

Harry hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure what he was saying-was he asking to be friends? Or was it something more? Something that made his stomach twist and his pulse race every time Draco looked at him like this.

"I don't know," Harry admitted, his voice quiet but steady. "I think... I just don't want this to end. Whatever this is."

Draco's expression softened, the guarded look he usually wore slipping away as he stared at Harry. "You mean that?"

Harry nodded, feeling more vulnerable than he had in a long time. "Yeah. I do."

For a long moment, Draco didn't say anything. He just sat there, watching Harry with an intensity that made Harry's heart race. And then, slowly, Draco's lips quirked into a small, hesitant smile.

"Okay," Draco said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "Then maybe it doesn't have to end."

Harry's breath caught in his throat, and he felt that flutter of hope again, stronger this time. "What do you mean?"