Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Thirty-Eight

I watched the new episode of sherlock and I'm very happy it's back but oh boi

Also this chapter his Hella long so excuse the typos.

*** also y'all, I'm editing this like a year later and I made the last 3 chapters In first person instead of third and i hate myself SO MUCH FOR IT BC IT'S SO HARD TO EDIT
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It's been a week since Draco has been in a coma. They haven't found Lucius yet- he left the Manor as soon as he dropped Harry and Draco off in the snow- apparently. But the found Harry's wand, thankfully. They banned them from using them though, because they broke the rules by leaving hogwarts.

Miss Pomfrey allowed Harry to leave the hospital wing (thankfully) just three days into his recovery. He couldn't stand having Draco in a coma- and seeing him like that made his stomach twist. He needed a type of distraction, and he knew that going to classes and talking to his friends would help.

Dumbledore allowed Harry to switch back into the Gryffindor dormitory until Draco was fully healed. Harry believed Dumbledore knew how much Draco meant to him. He probably did.

Harry spend most of my time studying and practicing for quidditch- well.
Due to his injuries all he can do is watch the quidditch practices- Professor McGonagall told him he may not be able to play this year if his healing process takes too long. Which sucks.
But he's beginning to think that faking his health will get him onto the quidditch team. So he decided that next quidditch practice- if he's not fine by then- he'll pretend to be... because he is captain this year.

Anyway. HE barely slept in the past four days- he slept about two hours in all. Each time he slept all he had was nightmares.
He visits Draco late at night in his invisibility cloak, and Hermione and Ron know he does. They haven't said anything about it, thankfully. But he can tell they're concerned for him. Of course they are. He looks bloody awful. He's pushing his health to the side as if it's nothing.

It's wearing down his energy... but he can't stand the dreams he has.

So currently he's sat In the Astronomy tower, his legs dangling off the edge, and arms rested on the medal bars blocking people from falling.

Usually he'd be with his friends right now- I mean, it is dinner time. But he couldn't bring myself to eat today. So he told them he had to finish his homework instead.

He wasn't doing much, just sitting there; staring down at his hands; his chin now resting on the medal bar. It wasn't until he heard rushed foot steps running up the stairs did he look up.
There, leaning against the doorframe was Hermione- her hair puffed as usual, panting.

Harry stood, "What's wrong?"

"It's Draco-" she huffed, "he's awake!"

Harry's heart jumped.
They each ran down the stairs and towards the hospital wing- which hurt Harry physically, because he still wasn't fully healed.
He was praying to Merlin that Draco's memory was back.

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"...Harry..." Ron's voice cut through Harry's thoughts.
Harry was sat on the circular window of the clock tower now.

He removed my gaze heavily towards Ron and Hermione, who were standing in the door way.

Harry tried to smile, but his mouth wouldn't allow him to.
It was getting dark out, the sun was slowly sinking behind the mountains.

"Hey." He spoke, not really knowing what else today.

"Can we sit?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded, turning his attention back to the window.