Carry On

Chapter 15

   A/n: I hope you guys like the story! Please comment any ideas on where you think I should take this story, and any critiques you may have! (Still in Draco's POV)

   I saw bloody red. How dare that bastard show his face here. He was the reason why Harry did this, why he might not wake up! Before I knew what I was doing, I had the Weasel pinned to the wall. My arm firmly against his throat.
   "What the hell Malfoy?!" He shouted, his face turning red from anger. I just pressed my arm harder against his throat.
   "Mr. Malfoy! Stop this instant!" I heard Madame Pomfery shout behind me, but I didn't care.
   "You think you can show your damned face here? After what you did? Do you know what your 'best mate' did? Do you know what you made him do!" I shouted, not caring that my mask had dropped, and the Weasel could easily read every emotion flitting across my face.
   "Mr. Malfoy!" I heard the Mediwitch shout again. This time, I dropped him. I saw him stagger away from me, holding his throat. I stared at the redhead in front of me with disgust plainly written on my features.
   "Why do you even care Malfoy?" Weasley asked. I just scoffed, turning to walk over to Harry's bed. I saw Granger move away from Harry, and towards Weasley. I almost felt bad for him when I heard his indigent response to being dragged out of the room. I sat down on a chair Madame Pomfery provided. She left for her office as soon as she saw me sit.
"Potter, you idiot." I muttered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. "Why couldn't you have just slapped him like a normal ponce?" I grabbed his hand, careful to avoid his bandaged arm. "Harry, you have to wake up. We just managed to get over our ridiculous feud, and I'm afraid it isn't that easy to be rid of me. So please, wake up." I didn't bother to wipe away the tears now falling freely from my eyes. "It doesn't have to be today, or even tomorrow, but you have to wake up."

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It was the third day, and Harry still hasn't awoken. I took to sleeping in the Hospital Wing, rather than in the eighth year dorms with Granger and Weasley. I couldn't stand to leave Harry, and even less so to be around the redhead. At first, Madame Pomfery objected, and insisted that I go back, but she ended her arguments soon after she saw my now gaunt face.
"Are you sure there isn't anything more you can do so he will wake up?" I asked again. I had asked the Mediwitch the same question at least twice a day, becoming more and more desperate as the days dragged on. I glanced at the unconscious boy, thinking I saw him shift slightly. Joy. Now I'm seeing things.
   "I'm afraid there isn't anything more I can do until he wakes up, Mr. Malfoy. I'm sorry." I nodded, and she just looked at me sadly. I despised seeming this weak; for Merlin's sake, even the Mediwitch pitied me! I was brought out of my thoughts by the closing of the Hospital Wing doors. My head snapped up to see Granger walking towards me. Madame Pomfery soon took her leave.
"Any change?" She asked shakily. I shook my head, looking at the boy's face, feeling sadness wash over my features. I heard Granger sigh from behind me. "Malfoy, we need to talk." She said. I didn't look back at her when I spoke.
"What could you possibly want to speak to me about? I will not apologize for punishing your precious Weasel, if that is what you're after." I spat, irritated at the thought of the redhead.
"Not at all, Malfoy. I want to talk to you about Harry." I froze, not expecting the response. She took this as a cue to continue. "Clearly you care for him, be it platonic or otherwise." I made to interrupt, but was cut off by her glare. "Harry is my friend, and I trust his judgment. If he chooses to trust and befriend you, then I am willing try and put the past behind us." She held out her hand, an eyebrow raised in question. I slowly reached out and shook her hand.
"Thank you, Granger." I said cautiously, waiting for her to pull her hand back and hex me. "I do want to apologize for my idiocy these past several years. I had no right to say such awful things to you." She nodded, and pulled her hand back. "As for your opinion on me and Harry's... relationship, I don't know where you got the idea from, but you are sorely mistaken. Even if I did care for Harry in such a way, he would never reciprocate." I said, going back to old, rather haughty, habits. In my defense, Granger was making outrageous accusations. There was no way I could like Harry in such a way. Yes, I was upset that my childhood hero refused my hand, and I have been a bit obsessive... Merlin, no! I couldn't- I don't- I sighed, deciding to ignore the thoughts of possible feelings I have for the raven haired boy.
   "I wouldn't say never. Do remember that Harry isn't exactly in touch with his emotions." She smirked knowingly. "And, as for Ron, he said that he plans to go home once Harry wakes up." I looked at her in disbelief, for more than one reason.
   "Weasley plans to run as soon as he's awake?" I asked incredulously. I quickly covered the shock with a sneer, not exactly a difficult thing to do when it came to Weasley. I heard Granger snort.
"My thoughts exactly. Though he does plan to apologize first." She said, a pained look coming over her face. "Harry will forgive him," she sighed. "Even if he doesn't deserve it." I couldn't hold back the shocked noise that came out of my throat.
"He'll forgive him? After what he said?" I hissed, not believing what she said.
"Something you should understand, Malfoy, is that Ron and Harry have been friends since the train ride first year. It would take much more than this for Harry not to forgive him. And, as I'm sure you know, he already blames himself for Fred's death, along with many others." I sighed, raking a hand through my greasy hair.
"I know he does, which just makes Weasley's accusations even worse. He had absolutely no right! Just because he despises me-" I ranted.
   "Malfoy!" I stopped, realizing I was rambling.
   "Sorry." I murmured, turning back to Harry, wincing as the memories of Harry on the Astronomy Tower flooded my thoughts. I felt the girl's hand on my shoulder, briefly squeezing before she left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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   It has been nearly a week, and Harry is still unconscious. I've barely slept, ate even less. Why won't he wake up? Madame Pomfery said she has done all she can, so why hasn't he awoken? I was sitting in the chair at his bedside, simply staring at Harry's pale face. I couldn't help but find amusement in the fact that the raven haired boy managed to gain weight while unconscious. I let out a short, pained laugh, quickly morphing into a strained sob.
"Please, Harry. Please, wake up." I no longer cared that I was begging, or that my eyes were red with deep bags underneath. I didn't care that I hadn't showered in days, or that I hadn't even left the Hospital Wing. "I don't want to lose you, Harry. Wake up. Please." I sobbed, completely desperate. "Please, Harry. Please, just wake up. Open your eyes. Please."  I was becoming impossibly more desperate, sobbing into his arm, when I heard a groan. My head shot up, glancing around to ensure that it was just Harry and I. When I saw no one else, I practically jumped in relieved joy. The raven haired boy shifted slightly, and I felt tears of happiness fall from my eyes. "Harry?"