Tumble (Drarry)

8

Draco Malfoy

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I awake only to find a letter resting on my forehead.

I attempt to grab it, but my currently injured body isn't up to the task.

I have drool all over my face, snot coming out my nose, a note stuck to my face, and my hair is matted to my forehead. Obviously, I'm in the best state I've ever been in at this moment.

I try to shout out or at least whimper to get a nurse's attention, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is air. So much for that.

I eye the room and see that Harry left. Figures. I knew he wouldn't stay for long after he realized who he was in the room with. I sigh and close my eyes again. If all I could do was sleep, then that's what I would do goddammit.

I'm resting my eyes again, when I hear footsteps enter my room. I open my eyes to see a certain dark haired boy slither through the curtains and into my current resting place. In his hands he holds two plastic bags (with what looks like sandwiches inside of them) and a bag of salt and vinegar chips.

I grunt out a welcoming, letting him know I'm awake. Unfortunately, the only thing that this did was startle the living daylights out of the boy. He drops the chips he's holding, but manages to keep hold of the baggies. "Oh." he says simply.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were awake." He manages to spit out and bends over to pick up his previously dropped side dish.

I hum a response. I can't do much more than make simple noises, for the fear of pain in me was greater than any other time in my life.

"I brought sandwiches. I made two, uh, just in case you were hungry." Harry sputters quickly.

He's still Potter, that's for sure. Always putting others before himself.

Fucking gryffindors.

He starts to unzip the plastic bags and take the sandwiches out before he is caught in a rush of realization.

"Oh shit," his emerald eyes catch mine, "You can't exactly eat right now, can you?"

What a dumbass. Of course I can't fucking eat, I can barely open my mouth to talk dipshit.

But I don't say that.

I just smile, and for once in my life, it seems to be genuine. A true genuine grin is on my lips and it's because of Harry fucking Potter. This day just couldn't get worse.

Meanwhile, Harry's head is buried in his hands. "Sorry, Malfoy. I probably should have thought before I threw these together.." He says, defeated.

I hum, letting him know it's okay, because when's the last time you've heard Potter apologizing to someone like me? Never, the answer is never.

He lifts his head up from his strong and callused hands (Not that I noticed or anything) and looks at me with pity in his eyes, something I've had plenty of over the years.

"Can you really not talk?" He questions, raising one un-plucked eyebrow (Absolutely disgusting by the way) at me.

I look at him like he's a fucking dumbass (Which he is). He understands immediately and looks around the hospital room.

"Why didn't they put you in a wizard hospital or something like that? They would have had you fixed up in no time. Plus, it may just be me, but it smells like shit in here." He says with a chuckle, like the whole thing is a joke. As much as I resent him pitying me in this muggle hospital, I would have chuckled along to the smelling like shit observation if I was able.

He peeks outside the curtain covering the doorway to my room, making sure no one was coming. "I haven't done this in a while, but.." he mumbles as he takes out his wand. I try to retaliate, not confident in his skills, but of course I can't.

"Episkey." Harry whispers while pointing his wand towards my mouth and chin area. My jaw begins to heat up and the heat spreads up into my mouth. Then, with no warning at all, it feels icy cold. I groan as I move my jaw and mouth around. It feels, well it feels a lot better.

I want to say thank you Harry. Thank you so much for everything. For the thought of me needing to eat, for using magic on me in a muggle area even if it was risky, for sticking around this dumb hospital room for hours now.

But I don't say that.

Instead I say, "Can you get this piece of paper off my fucking forehead?"

Potter lets out a low and hefty chuckle and suddenly I'm glad that the lower half of my body isn't in working order.

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A/N: I haven't wrote this in such a long time, and I go back to read the past chapters and my writing has improved so much (thank the lord). Anywho, here's the first Draco chapter since I decided to continue, so thanks for reading guys, gals, and other gendered pals.