Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 20

Harry wakes up coughing, feeling a strange pain in his throat.
When he opens his eyes, he suprisingly doesn't have to get used to the light in the room- which is, as far as Harry can see, totally white- because it's dark outside.
The hospital wing Harry notices.

He slowly recalls the earlier events while he becomes aware to his surroundings. All beds are empty, except the one next to him.
The person next to him is completely covered by the covers, and only one stray of platinum blond hair peaks out of them.

What is Malfoy doing here? Harry wonders. The last thing he remembers is the fiendfyre, and then he passed out. Did Malfoy save him?

Harry takes another peak at the sleeping figure and he wonders if Malfoy can breath like this.
If it's true that Malfoy saved him, he must have some smoke in his lungs, which also doesn't help with breathing.

Harry quietly steps out of bed, lingering over Malfoy and he carefully pulls the covers from his face. A strange tingle shoots trough his vines and he stands still for a moment to admire the sleeping Malfoy.

He snaps out of his thought when Malfoy rolls over and his breath stocks.
He has a lot of explaining I do when he wakes up now.
Harry silently backs of, remembering that that was wrong in many ways.
It's creepy and stalkerish to watch someone sleep.
Harry shivers and gets back into his bed.

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Harry wakes up when Pomfrey  walks into the room, her heels making irritating ticking noises when they hit the stone floor.

'Drink up mr.malfoy, you can leave at 9, which is in an hour. Be patient.' He hears madam Pomfrey say softly to Malfoy, she probably thinks he's still asleep.

'I don't wanna!' Malfoy whines and Harry almost cracks a smile at how much he sounds like a three year old.

'I'm not letting you out of here until 9, and if you don't drink the potion I am forced to keep you here until tomorrow.' She sighs and tries to hand him the potion again.

'Fine.' Malfoy pouts and he swallows the potion at once.
He lays back down, still with an unhappy expression on his face and Pomfrey walks away from him, to Harry.

'Mr. potter! I see you are awake, how are you feeling?' She asks.
Harry hadn't thought much about how he was feeling, he was too busy trying to figure out what happened the day before, but now he was paying attention to it, he notices he feels like shit.
His lungs feel like something is burning inside him, a part of his shoulder stings like hell, his head feels like it's about to explode and he's cold and hot at once.
'Terrible.' He rasps.

'I thought so.' She says and hands him two potions. Purple and clear-blue.
'The purple one is to clear your lungs, and the blue one is against the fever.' She explains.
'Do you need anything else?'

'Do you have something against the headache? And my shoulder is burning, what is that?' Harry asks and he drinks the potions.

'You have a burn on your shoulder, it's healing, but it's taking some  time because it was fiendfyre. And for the headache-' she walks to a cupboard not far from his bed and takes a pink potion out of it.
'-here.' She says and she hands him the potion, which harry swallows eagerly, desperately wanting to get rid of the headache.