Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 47

A/n I think you guys probably guessed this...
Btw ik the battle wasn't in Year 6 but it fits with the plot so you're going to have to deal with it. Sorry!
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Draco's POV.
I looked over at Harry, tears running down my cheeks. The hot, burning liquid felt good against my skin; I hadn't done anything except cry after the war. He was supposed to be my rival...
Either way, I can't help but cry everytime I see him. He's been in a coma for a year after defeating that pathetic man called Tom Riddle.

The first month I had been seeing how Potter was in the hospital wing, I had to sneak in at night to avoid Hermione and Ron. Everybody hates me, and out of all people, I know they wouldn't have accepted me as a friend after this long. But, I was wrong.
Madam Pomfrey caught me one night and promised not to tell. The lying bitch. Weasley and Granger knew the very next day and confronted me about it.

Since then we've all been seeing Harry together, praying he wakes up. One year without teasing him. One year without seeing his emerald, beautiful eyes. If he doesn't wake up, I won't know what to do with myself. I used to skip lunch, dinner and breakfast until the Gryffindors forced me to eat after finding I cared for that scarhead. I hardly sleep.
Most the time I'm just sat by his bed, waiting. Waiting for some movement; waiting for his eyes to flutter open; just waiting for some sign of life.

'Pulling the plug' has been suggested many times to 'put him out of his misery', but I throw a tantrum everytime. I am a Malfoy, and I will get what I want! Although I don't speak to my father much anymore, my mother still cares for me and I can't leave her isolated with him. I always yell and scream and threaten anyone who goes too close to that plug that's keeping him alive. I can't lose him. Not now. Not ever.
I don't think I have feelings for him, but I've grown to care for him, and I know my heart holds a special place for him. I think it's just the respect I have for him since he saved me and defeated Voldemort. Whatever it is, I don't really want it to go.

Back to reality, now. I sighed as I picked up his hand. I hope he's dreaming of something nice... better... peaceful. He didn't deserve to have the whole pressure of the wizarding world on his shoulders, and even I can tell he felt a bit nervous incase he screwed up.
"Well, you did it. One year ago, you killed him. But at what cost? Your life's on the line, and I'm sitting here mourning over you everyday. You won't die. I know you won't. You can't; You're the boy who lived. I can't lose you, Harry. Please..."
I let my sobs go, not caring until the door to the hospital wing swung open.

"Oh, hey Malfoy!" Hermione smiled weakly, sitting next to me, "Any luck?"
"No." I muttered, quickly wipping my eyes. I don't know why I did it; they'd caught me crying over this stupid, daring and selfless Gryffindor before.
"Don't give up hope. He'll wake one day." Ron spoke, not sounding too sure of himself. Luna, Neville, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Ron, Hermione, me and the other Weasleys only seemed to care whether this boy woke from his long slumber. Along with Mcgonagall and Hagrid, of course. Everybody just seemed as if they didn't give a shit now that he had saved the wizarding world and put his own life in danger.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a stir. Was that him? Did that come from him? Is his sleep finally over?! Will he come back today?!
I felt my heart leap and I smiled, jumping up, kicking my chair back. But Potter hadn't moved.
Of course he hadn't.
This usually happened. A little noise and I would get excited.
I frowned and sat back down, my heart breaking again.
I need this boy, as much as I hate to admitt it. And I don't know why I need him, or why I care so much to hope for this child. But I do. And I've learnt to deal with that.

"Guys, it's hopeless. He won't wake up. He's obviously enjoying his dream too much. I'm going to leave." I got out, however only in a whisper, yet Hermione caught what I said. I was so dissapointed at what I had said, but it was obvious. I had lost all hope now. He was enjoying his mind too much, because hell, I bet it's better than reality.
"No, Draco, look!" Granger's voice came out as a high squeal, containing a sob.
Excitement took over me.