Pillow (Drarry)

Chapter 10- Chemistry

Chapter 10: Chemistry

November 19, 1998

Three weeks. It's been nearly three weeks since Harry went into his coma. Three weeks since Hermione showed up to help with research. Three weeks and Draco has spent almost all of his time planted in the seat next to Harry's bed. Three weeks since Bellatrix was apprehended and given the Dementor's Kiss. Draco thought that was unfair. How she got a free pass from a life of pain in Azkaban while poor Harry endured it in unbelievable measures because of her. 

He knew they said the Dementor's Kiss sucked out your soul and met you with a fate worse than death, left you an idle body with no purpose. But death was the passing of your soul from your body, which meant that really, the Dementor's Kiss was a mostly painless death penalty that left your body still living, like an Inferus with no commanding orders.

Draco moved his hand to Harry's subconsciously, silently pleading with him to wake up. Despite his valiant efforts, the comatose boy's emerald-green eyes remained hidden from view. Harry shifted and groaned in his sleep. 

"It's okay, we're finding the antidote right now. I've got Hermione helping, you know how good she is!" 

"Thanks," Draco jerked around to find Hermione standing not more than five feet away. 

"You scared me!" he exclaimed. His eyes followed her to where his hand still lay on Harry's and he quickly snatched it away and ignored Hermione's curious look. "So... did you find something?"

Hermione's face dropped into a sympathetic expression, "Not yet, but I can feel that we're getting close."

Draco sighed and turned his gaze back onto Harry, "I've grown fond of the git, damn it. I never do that."

"I can tell, but you don't have to stay with him all the time, you know. You should go eat and sleep, I can sit with him until you come back."

"No," Draco shook his head insistently, "No, I can sleep here, and I'm not hungry." With a knowing look and a shake of her head, Hermione showed that she didn't believe him; but nonetheless, she turned away and walked out of the Hospital Wing.

Sighing, Draco felt to see if Harry's fever had broken yet, but he didn't expect that it had. Sadly, he was correct, and Summoned a fresh wet rag to place on his forehead. Although he'd never admit it, he was exhausted; and while he didn't feel hungry, his stomach had been growling progressively louder and more frequently since he ate last... which was probably yesterday. 

An hour passed, and Draco found himself nodding off. He quickly shook himself awake and fought the closing of his suddenly very heavy eyelids. "Hon, you should sleep, it's not good to keep doing this. You can take the bed next to him, I insist," Madam Pomfrey gave him a serious look. 

"No, I'm f-" the mediwitch raised a questioning eyebrow, "O-okay. Alright." Draco yawned and stumbled sleepily to the bed on Harry's right.

In no time, Draco was fast asleep. 

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Slowly, gray eyes were exposed to the harsh lighting of the Hospital Wing at noon. Draco squinted, and soon recognized the warm brown eyes of Hermione. 

"Good afternoon, sleepy head!" she greeted him with a cheeky grin.

"You know, it's most often actually considered quite creepy for someone to watch someone sleep," Draco reminded her with a teasing sarcastic lilt to his voice.