philtatos :: multi drabbles

drarry: pink blushes & blue bruises

PINK BLUSHES & BLUE BRUISES
summary: slytherin!harry x triwizard tournament au
warnings: n/a
edit history: aug. 24. 17 - title change
oct. 07. 17 - grammar fix

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco was dripping wet. His white blond hair was matted down on his forehead, beads of water on his pale face. His entire uniform was soaking and oh, would his father hear about this.

Water fell into Draco's eyes, and his lips were starting to turn blue. Every once in a while he'd cough up a little water, and he was wondering who had the audacity to do this to him. Lost in his thoughts, he was surprised to feel a sudden warmth as someone wrapped a towel around his boney shoulders.

Looking up, he locked eyes with a flustered-looking Professor Snape, his black eyes shining with what looked like confusion. Draco was confused, too. One minute he was standing in McGonagall's office, and the next he was surfacing Hogwart's own bloody lake, gasping for breath and swimming haphazardly to the deck.

Draco put together that he was at the second Triwizard tournament; there were way too many people for it not to be. He realized he must look like a fool, what had he been doing in the lake in the first place? His ears blushed pink with embarrassment.

Then, loud cheering and fierce applause broke him out of his thoughts. Something—someone—had just emerged from the lake and tumbled beside him on the deck. Wet black hair, what looked like...Slytherin swimming trunks? And then there were those wide green eyes that looked up at him through tufts of wet hair, his cheeks and nose tinted red. Draco squinted at him. Harry?

And suddenly there were about fifty towels being thrown onto Harry before he could say anything, his teeth chattering as he clutched the towels close to him for warmth. They were surrounded, and Draco couldn't believe it but now he was even more confused than before, watching as students came to kneel beside Harry, looks of worry and awe on their faces.
Draco raised an eyebrow, slightly amused but also freezing cold, right down to his toes–not to mention, his shoes and socks were wet too, and he was very uncomfortable in his underwear.

Draco scrambled to a stand, a bit peeved about his nice, crisp uniform being sopping wet, but otherwise okay. He felt somewhat nauseous as he realized they were surrounded by a huge body of water, and a steady amount of people. There were just as many eyes on him as there were eyes on Harry, and Draco didn't feel like being made fun of for throwing up, so he tried to focus on something else–anything else, but he knew that the only person who could calm him down was covered in towels in a Slytherin swim suit.

As if Merlin had answered his prayers for once, Madam Pomfrey was standing in front of him in the blink of an eye. She held up her wand, and cast 'Lumos' before shining it in his eyes. Draco flinched, and she turned it off.

"Anything wrong, dear?" She asked, grabbing his jaw and turning his head side to side. He wanted to say, 'Yes. You just shined a bloody bright light in my eyes.' But instead he managed, "Er—I'm feeling a bit sick, actually."

Her head turning was definitely not making anything better. She nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder with a guilty look on her face. "Forgive me," she muttered.

Draco's nauseousness went up about ten levels, because he was twisting and contorting as she apparated them out of there, his insides literally all over the place. When everything was finally still, Draco barely had any time to recognize where he was because he was bent over and vomiting whatever he had last eaten.

Madam Pomfrey led him to the nearest bed when he was done, and it was then that he realized they were in the Infirmary...at Hogwarts. He would have protested, said something about wanting to go back to see Harry, but he was exhausted. Draco let his eyes slide closed, trying to ignore Madam Pomfrey as she opened and closed drawers beside him.

Everything faded to black.

When Draco woke, he instantly felt the dip in his bed. His clothes were dry and his shoes were off; Pomfrey must have put a drying charm on him, and he was finally warm. Around him everything was dark, so he sat up and rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes with a yawn.

"Draco," he heard, and he jumped with surprise, his legs shooting under him so that he was curled up in a ball near the bed's head board. He heard laughter, a familiar laughter, and Draco slowly relaxed with the realization that it was only Harry.

"Prick," Draco muttered, seeing the glint of Harry's glasses as his laugh subsided. Draco fumbled with his robes until he found his wand, taking it out and casting 'Lumos' under his breath.

"What are you doing here?" he wondered when his eyes finally settled on Harry, who was sitting criss-crossed across from him, his hands on his ankles and his invisibility cloak folded beside him. Harry shrugged, "Came to check on you. Since..."

Draco raised his eyebrows, willing him to continue.

"Well, since what–er–happened. Earlier." Harry said, his face flushing. Draco resisted a smirk.

"What did happen?" He asked, honestly curious. Harry avoided his eyes, looking anywhere but Draco's face as his fingers pinched the white bed sheet. But in a second Harry was suddenly still, his back stiff as his eyes remained pinned on something.

"You're hurt," he said softly, eyes finally on Draco's again. Harry's hand moved to gently take Draco's hand in his, Draco glad that Harry looked down again because his cheeks had turned a light shade of pink.

Harry was examining Draco's wrist, and in the light, Draco could tell that it looked a little blue around the area, and felt sore when he tried to move it. Draco didn't think much of it–just another bruise that would heal eventually.

Harry seemed to think otherwise.

"I did this to you," Harry said solemnly, a thumb caressing Draco's bruised wrist. Draco tried to sit still, but his heart was hammering so hard that he thought Harry might hear it too. "When I brought you up from the water."

"It's fine, Harry–"

"No, it isn't. You shouldn't've even been down there in the first place–"

"Then why was I?" Draco asked, his voice rising. Noticing the echo that bounced off the infirmary walls, he ducked his head, feeling embarrassed. Harry let go of his hand, knowing that he'd have to tell him one way or another.

"Draco," he started, finding his nerve. "They put you down there because they thought you...they thought you were my 'most prized possession.'" When Draco remained silent, Harry suddenly couldn't contain himself. "Honestly, they really should've told you, at least–I swear, I had no idea–"

Harry stopped short, Draco's bruised hand gripping the front of Harry's shirt in his fist and pulling Harry toward him almost roughly, but not quite. Their faces were inches apart, Draco's grey eyes fluttering between Harry's eyes and lips. He shook his head a little, unable to believe that he was about to kiss Harry in Hogwart's infirmary, after all those years of pining after him. But he finally closed the gap, Harry's breath hitching at the contact. Their noses bumped together and Draco couldn't contain his chuckle, separating from Harry, delighted that he was the cause of the look on Harry's face.

"Did you win?" Draco wondered, slightly out of breath, a smile quirking at his lips.
Harry grinned stupidly. "I think I just did."

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