One Taste Was All It Took - Drarry

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(Published: 5/13/17)

Harry's POV:

~Time skip - two days ~

Ron and Hermione were worried about me again.
I knew why, but I didn't care.
I'd been sitting in the chair beside Dray's bed for as long as I could every day since I was released from the Hospital Wing. I now did my schoolwork here, ate here, and basically spend all of my free time next to Draco's unconscious form.
He always looked so pale now. Paler than usual, that is.
Madame Pomfrey only allowed visitors until about nine O'clock, and it was already almost  half-past eight.
I always stayed until I was kicked out. Just in case Draco woke. I wanted - no, I needed to be there beside him when he woke up.
I'd finally finished my potions essay, and put my belongings in my school bag when Hermione came in, as she often did, asking if I wanted to go somewhere, or do something, or see someone with her, or Ron.
Today, she offered to go visit Hagrid, and when that failed, for some unknown reason, she thought offering to go to the library would prove any more successful. I think Ron was giving up on getting me out of here, because usually it was just Hermione. Not that I minded, though I did miss him being around sometimes, I needed to be with Draco.
Sighing, Hermione gave up tonight's battle to get me out of the Hospital Wing and mingling with my peers. She said goodnight to me, then headed for the door, presumably to go to the Gryffindor Common Room.
I sighed, and shifted to a more comfortable position in my chair. It was almost nine, but I always made the best of my time.
If I wasn't here, I was tossing and turning in my own bed, up all night worrying, or fidgeting uncontrollably in class, waiting for the day to end so that I could visit Dray.
Hermione and Ron just didn't understand it. They were both still cross with Draco about the Amortentia.
As the minutes ticked slowly by, I felt my eyes begin to close, and my head drooped. I quickly jerked my head back up, trying hard to stay awake.
But it was no use. Soon, my head was nodding, and I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness.
Before I fell completely asleep, I saw Madame Pomfrey pull a warm, soft blanket over me. Then I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

~Time Skip - Next Morning~

When I woke, my neck was stiff from sleeping at an awkward angle, and Madame Pomfrey was standing over Draco's bed, checking to make sure he was healthy. Well, as healthy as someone in a coma could be.
I stretched and yawned, realizing that this was the first full night's sleep I'd gotten in days.
When Madame Pomfrey noticed that I was awake, she turned and asked how I was feeling.
"Great." I replied. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"Not kicking me out when I fell asleep."
"Nonsense." She scoffed. "You've hardly slept at all in three days, I wasn't about to interrupt you when you needed to rest!"
I grinned shyly. "Still, thanks."
Madame Pomfrey sighed. "You're welcome, Mr. Potter. Oh, and Miss. Granger stopped by not long after you fell asleep. She was worried because you usually go straight to your common room after I 'kick you out'."
I nodded, not really knowing what to say. "Thanks for telling me."
She just nodded back, and continued to check on Draco.
Thankfully, it was Saturday, so I could stay with Draco basically the entire day. In fact, that's what I did. I only ever left the Hospital Wing to get food and bring it back beside Draco's bed. And I always got enough for Madame Pomfrey, so we sat and ate together, discussing a variety of things.
At first, it was only about Draco's condition, and how if he didn't wake by tomorrow, he'd be in the care of the staff at St. Mungo's, after that, we talked about my school work, and what career I was thinking about getting into, but then, we began getting to know one another.
Starting with what food we liked, and slowly working our way up to what we did outside of school.
Madame Pomfrey, for example, helped not only around St. Mungo's in the summer, but volunteered at several muggle hospitals as well. So, she was very familiar with both muggle, and magical treatments for wounds.
She seemed interested in my life wth the Dursely's, but didn't press when I stopped talking about them.
We had just finished dinner, when suddenly, there was a light groan next to us.
Quickly whipping around, I saw Dray's eyes flutter open.
"H-Harry?" He asked.