Emotional (Drarry)

Chapter 3- Crumpled Letters and a Quidditch Game

          Harry's day was the  busiest he'd ever had. Little League Quidditch had started, and a parent of one of the players on the "Tiny Terrors" had "accidentally" enchanted the bludgers to completely incapacitate the other team. Of course, the Ministry was on the scene immediately and then the Healers arrived. Harry Potter being one of them, of course. Now, exhausted and hungry, he walked back to his office to eat something and then check on his favorite patient.

          Draco Malfoy sat upright, eyes alight with passion as he chatted with his best friend Pansy. She, of course, had flooed directly to St. Mungos when she heard and was now staying in Malfoy Manor with Narcissa. Harry watched from the doorway, as Pansy caught his eye and then whispered something into Malfoy's ear that made him blush a crimson red that stood out against his pale skin. 

          "Well, I'd better head out. I promised Narcissa that back in time for afternoon tea, and I'd hate for her to think I'm the type of person to go back on my word. See you later, Dray."

Pansy flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and strutted out of the room with a smirk, headed to the floo.

"How are you feeling today? Nothing new?" Harry asked cheerfully, even though he felt ready to collapse from exhaustion, but the bright smile was still on Draco's face so he assumed he was not in copious amounts of pain. 

"Oh Potter, stop your nagging. I'm feeling perfectly fine, thank you. On the other hand, you're looking a bit worse than usual." Draco said as Harry sighed, and ran a hand through his extremely messy hair.

"Just a busy day, that's all. Most of the tests came back fine, except for a couple, but you'll be able to manage that with potions." Harry said, as he pulled up a chair and sank into it.

"So I'll be able to go home today? Aw, Potter, but if I go, then how am I supposed to remind you that your hair is always horribly messy?"

"I suppose you'll just have to owl me then, Draco." Harry grinned at the gobsmacked expression on Malfoy's face as he picked his tired body up off the chair and went back to his office to prepare Draco's official discharge papers. 

         Later that night, as Draco was sleeping soundly in his bed at Malfoy Manor, Harry Potter was laying awake trying to decipher the feelings swirling around him. He and Malfoy were not enemies anymore, not after the trial when Draco had come up to him and shook his hand and muttered a simple "Thank you." But if they were not enemies, then what were they? Friends? At first, Harry grimaced a the thought. But then, as he thought about it longer- having coffee with Draco, owling him after he'd had a busy day, he realized that maybe friendship with a Malfoy wasn't an awful idea.

Three weeks had gone by, and in those three weeks Draco had gone through twenty feet of parchment. How on earth do you draft a letter to your ex-nemesis asking for friendship even though the two of you have practically been friends for weeks? Not to mention the fact I'm bloody in love with him! Merlin's beard, I really have fallen far. If only Father could see me now. He thought, and almost smiled at the thought of what his father's face would look like if he found out that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were almost friends, not even what he would say if he found out how Draco felt about the Potter boy. Draco's life had been on a very tight schedule the past weeks, and he was sick of it. Eat breakfast, see the Ministry-assigned therapist (who was actually quite nice), eat lunch, draft letter to Harry Potter (and crumple it up), do an activity with whomever was assigned to babysit him, and then eat dinner and go to bed. He was allowed to use the bathroom of course- but the door had to be open and someone had to be watching him. Greg outright refused, but Pansy was eager as ever to watch Draco poop. Not really anything to write to Harry Potter about. Groaning, Draco crumpled up yet another piece of parchment and tossed it in a nearby bin.