My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 19

"Happy birthday! You're awake!" Pansy slaps his hand happily. "Are you okay? You need anything? Hermione, future doctor, quick access him."

"I'm okay." He says, pushing himself up with one arm, feeling a sharp pain spread from the wound.

"What the bloody hell are you doing lie back down!" Ron screams, appalled.

"It's not like my legs are chopped off. It's the liver which does not have anything to do with manual transportation." Harry says calmly, struggling to stand up. He felt slightly weaker, pain ripping from the sides of the wound, but he was fine otherwise.

"That's my little Brother! By the way, your swimming coach came to visit you when you were asleep. He said he hopes you recover well because you're the only butterfly swimmer in school and they kind of need you to be back in competitions." Ella says,whipping out a wheelchair out of nowhere.

"Must you egg him on?" Pansy sighs, watching him zoom into the room opposite his. "Does he have anything else in his mind other than his Boyfriend?"

"Hey, Draco." Harry takes his hand, pleased to see that most of the tubes were gone, only one on his finger to measure his heart rate. "You made it. I'm so proud of you." Normally, Harry wasn't a very talkative person, but he could withstand hours of conversation with Draco, even when it was as if he was talking to a wall. For 11 days, he did it effortlessly, waiting patiently for him to wake up. He did so about 7 hours later, where Harry talked to him with no breaks at all.

"Sweetheart, you're awake." His Mother rushes over, discarding the slouched position she was in just seconds ago. "I'm so sorry. Your Father is sorry too. We just want you to be happy." Draco give them a small smile, looking at Harry.

"Thank you."

"It's okay... don't cry..." He raises the bed so Draco could sit up, hugging him while making sure not to press on his surgery wounds.

"Thank you for reminding me to fight." He mumbles in Harry's shirt.

"You could hear me?"

"There were times where I thought I would give up. It hurt so bad, Harry. Then I heard you."

"Wait, being in a coma hurts?" Blaise asks.

"You can feel everything and have really bad nightmares." Draco says, clutching the wound on his abdomen and wincing a little as he sat up straighter.

"You got another surgery done, by the way." Ella informs him.

"I know. I was right about the liver thing." He squeezes Harry's hand. "Happy birthday. I love you."

"Okay. You want to do anything?"

"Do you have a pencil? And some paper?" Draco asks hopefully.

"A pencil..." Goyle digs his pockets for a short, blunt pencil.

"There's colour pencils here. And your watercolour set." Harry opens the cupboard beside the bed, Draco choosing a sketchbook out of the stack. He takes a thin pencil, starting to sketch lightly.

"Are you all just going to stare at me?" He asks softly.

"Ah... we'll just er... be next door." Blaise says, dragging everyone out with him. Harry laughs a little, getting a kiss from Draco to silence him.

"Happy birthday." He grins. "I love you."

"I love you too." Harry replies, transferring himself from the wheelchair to the bed, wrapping his arms around his waist. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." Draco pulls him closer for another kiss, dropping the pencil to have his hand in his hair, the other on his bicep.