Pillow (Drarry)

Chapter 9- Solution

Chapter 9: Solution

October 31, 1998

On Halloween, Draco woke up early from an amazing dream about when he and Harry went flying to a letter falling on his face. He groaned as he grabbed it and sat up. Unfolding the neat parchment, he read it quickly, his smile slowly transforming into a frown as he got closer to the end. 

             Mr. Malfoy,

     We are pleased to inform you that we have found a solution to Mr. Potter's condition. The potion is ready for him as soon as he wakes up, but I personally recommend taking him to eat breakfast first. Bring him to the Hospital Wing when you're ready, and you can sit with him while the potion restores his voice and control. House elves will be sent to return your rooms to their separate states and move your things back. Thank you for taking care of him,

                                                                                                                                            Poppy Pomfrey

Draco knew he should be happy. He was going to be free from Harry's constant presence. He should also be happy for Harry, he was going to be able to speak and use magic again. However, the only thing Draco could think about was how, in less than three hours, he and Harry would be going their separate ways.

He sat up and stared over at the bed across the room. He stared at the beautiful face pressed into the pillow, those wonderful lips that had only once touched his own, the tangled mess that could hardly be called hair but that Draco loved anyway, and the beautiful green eyes that were starting to open.

Draco turned and pretended that he had been sitting a book down on his nightstand. When no sound of feet hitting the floor reached him, Draco slowly turned his head to see the disbelieving expression of Harry Potter directed at him. "What?" he asked, slightly self-conscious.

No words appeared. "Hello? Harry?" he started to worry. Standing and walking over to Harry, he noticed that the boy's eyes followed him as he moved. "What is it?"

Harry still didn't respond. Draco sat down beside him and this seemed to shock him out of his thoughts as he jumped like he hadn't been watching Draco walk over. 

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Er.. okay..." Draco gave him a strange look, "Well, get ready for breakfast, I have news."

"Why can't you tell me here?" the words read.

"Because I said so, and you need to get out of bed anyway."

"Fine..."

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At breakfast, Harry filled his plate and then turned his attention to Draco, who seemed to be going as slowly as possible doing everything.

"So, what's the news?" Harry asked.

"They've made an antidote to give you back your speech and brainwaves," Draco said too quickly, not looking at Harry.

"Awesome!" Harry pulled him in for a hug, then realized where he was, and jerked back while clearing his throat. 

They ate quickly after that, eager to get away from the stares of the entire student body. 

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"Mr. Potter!" Madam Pomfrey smiled, "Please, have a seat." Draco caught Harry as he tried to walk to one of the hospital beds. He couldn't help thinking that it would be the last time he got to do this as he walked him to sit on the bed. He sat in a nearby chair and made eye contact with Harry, who smiled sadly, but Draco didn't notice it because he was trying to permanently imprint the image of Harry's eyes into his brain. Madam Pomfrey handed Harry a vial and watched a bit too excitedly as Harry drank it, but Draco dismissed this thought.