Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Fourteen

Okay I'm editing this like 50 years later and it bothers me to edit paragraphs bc I lose the comment for that paragraph and I hATE.
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The next day, as Madame Pomfrey had promised, Harry woke up to eggs and toast on his bedside; still warm.

He slid his glasses on and sighed. The smell of food nauseated him. Yet he still picked the plate up along with the fork, and began eating his eggs slowly.

He barely got three bites in before his curtains were yanked opened and closed just as quickly. And there stood Draco.

"Listen, I don't have long before your greedy friends show up," Draco huffed, crossing his arms, "So I came here to make sure you're eating."

"Awh, you care," Harry teased, taking another small bite from his eggs.

Draco glared at him, "shut up and eat your breakfast." He ordered, sitting on the chair next to Harry's bed once more.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'd give you the invisibility cloak but I currently don't have it."

"Just eat your breakfast, Potty."

"I can't," Harry replied, putting his plate back, "I'll vomit if I eat anymore."

Draco's face scrunched in disgust, "Fine. But if you don't eat lunch, I'll personally hex you," He stated, looking down at his pocket watch, "Anyway. I have to go. Goodluck, Scarface."

"Bye, love," Harry called to Draco sarcastically as he positioned himself more comfortably.

Draco almost froze at the last comment. Luckily his back was facing Harry so he couldn't see the amount of blush taking over his face and his wide eyes as he quickly made his way out of there.

It wasn't long after did Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Neville come in, everyone asking questions except for Luna.

After Harry hushed everyone, Hermione was the first to speak.

"Why was Malfoy in here?" She questioned, crossing her arms; a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"What?" Harry asked, raising a brow.

"Just as we rounded the corner to the hospital wing, Draco was coming out of that direction. His face was flushed." Hermione stated, and Ron nodded in agreement while Luna and Neville stayed out of the conversation.

"I don't know." Harry replied, "Maybe he hurt himself."

"I dont think so," Hermione said, raising a brow smugly.

"Anyway," Neville cut in, "How are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged, "light headed, I guess. I'm getting out the day after tomorrow."

"You should eat your breakfast, Harry," Luna suggested, her voice high and soft as usual, "Isn't that what you passed out from?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "I'm full."

"How do you do it, mate," Ron asked, "I love-"

"Eating, trust me, Ron, we know." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, sitting down on the seat next to Harry.

"It must get boring in here," Luna commented, looking around the white area that Harry was in, "there isn't much to do."

"Yeah, I know." Harry sighed, "I don't see why I need to stay two extra days. I feel perfectly fine."

"Uh-huh, and did you try walking yet?" Hermione asked, raising a brow.

Harry shook his head.

"Yeah, exaclty. Your legs would probably be terribly wobbly. You'd probably fall over, Harry."  Hermione explained softly.