Tumble (Drarry)

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Harry Potter

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Draco was the prime example of exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes and his limp body, fallen asleep on the hard hospital bed, were only mere signs of his underlying need to die.

Ever since I entered the hospital room all I've done is regret. How could I be so stupid? I obviously wasn't his husband and once the hospital staff figured that out, I would be ultimately screwed. Plus, saying I was HIS husband? Out of everyone in the entire world, it had to be THE Draco Malfoy.

My childhood enemy, former death eater, and someone I haven't talked to in years, but of course it had to be him that I'm "married" to.

Malfoy asked me to stay with him. For what reason, I'm not really sure. All we've done in the past is bicker endlessly about everything, whether it be worth it or not. The worst thing about the whole endeavor was that I was the only one here for him. It seemed like I was truly the only one here to give him support. Of course, the reporters from almost every wizarding newspaper seemed to be here too, but it wasn't the same.

After Malfoy had asked me to stay, I attempted to make small talk, but it failed as he can't really talk.

Eventually, he fell asleep with me in the room.

However, he fell asleep 2 hours ago, and I was still here. I was still watching his lifeless body defy all odds and breathe small breath after small breath.

Why haven't I left? Why am I still here? It's not like I like him. It's not like I find his platinum hair and pale skin endearing. It's not like I want to smell his mint and honey shampoo so badly that I secretly search for the distinct scent every time I go to the store.

No, it's not like that at all.

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A/N: Okay, so I suppose I'm back, but I don't know how far I'll go with this story this time. Thank you for reading anyways! Remember to comment and vote!