Drarry- pick me up

Chapter two

A/N: if you didn't read the last part of the first chapter, Draco cut so much he blacked out. A boy with raven hair (I think we all know who this is) came in and screamed.

I wake up, but I don't open my eyes. It's a sense I have- I know when I'm in unfamiliar surroundings before I see them. I always take everything in before I open them. A trait of being a Malfoy.

I feel pain, reminding me of what happened. Who was that? I know who I want it to be, a certain boy who I know has raven hair- I admire it every day- and yet I know it couldn't have been. He hates me too much to care.

I suddenly sense a figure next to me. I hear sobs- someone crying. The person is whispering. Something along the lines of 'my fault'.

I open my eyes and wince at the bright light. The person next to me gasps.

"Draco! You're awake! I was so scared... I thought you were never going to wake up..."

I turn and see... Harry? I'm close to melting, before instinct kicks in.

"Potter," I mumble. His face falls. He looks... Broken. There are dark rings under his eyes, like he hasn't slept, and worry etched on his face. I shake off my instinct. I shake off Malfoy. "I-I mean... What happened? How long was I out?"

"Three days. Why did you do it, Draco? Why?" It's funny, it almost seems like... He cares. Of course that's impossible.

"I- Wait a second, Potter." I almost wince. Malfoy's back. "Why do you care? Why are you even here?" Suddenly, he becomes hostile.

"Maybe I care because I care! I care because I don't want to see you get hurt! I care because eve though you're a prick to me and my friends I can't stand the thought of you hurting yourself... Hurting yourself because of me! I care, okay, Malfoy." He spat out the last word.

"I-I..." He interrupts me. Not by words. No, that would have made me faint enough. No. All of a sudden, Harry closes the gap between us, his lips pressed to mine. I'm so shocked, I don't even realise that what I've wanted for over two years so desperately is finally happening, that I don't do anything. I don't even kiss back. Suddenly, he pulls away.

"Shit," he mutters. "Shit!" He jumps up, and before I can stop him, runs out of the room. So I'm left on the rock hard bed in the hospital wing, alone, contemplating what just happened. When I finally realise, it's my turn to cuss.

"Shit."