Tumble (Drarry)

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Draco Malfoy

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It smells like,

How do I put this nicely?

Pure windex and a freshly wetted bed.

"Mr. Malfoy, your husband is here to see you. Would you like me to send him in?"

Husband?

I don't remember getting married?

A liar?

Someone that wants to see me really bad?

Who would want to see me so bad that they lied and said that they were my husband?

The press?

A killer?

Actually, I wouldn't mind the second option.

I attempt to say yes, but the words come out as a croak.

Great.

I just nod instead.

The nurse smiles and walks away.

The curtains blocking my room shift.

I attempt to catch a glimpse of who's behind it.

Messy black hair and glasses.

The curtains open slightly and in comes Harry fucking Potter.

My smirk lowers immediately.

Why?

"Get out." I wheeze.

He looks up, confused.

He, well, he looked like utter dog shit.

It was clearly obvious that he hadn't eaten or slept  in days.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be here. Sorry for intruding." He says quickly. It's almost as if his voice is in worse shape than mine.

"Wait."

He turns around.

Was that me? Why am I asking him to wait? I swear Draco Malfoy if you try to make friends with this prick again you will be severely punished.

"Stay."

Stop!

He smiles.

Ah fuck, he's hot.

You know what, maybe I need some company anyway.

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A/N: ok wtf. I didn't want it to move this fast!!