AIGHT! I know that these things are getting annoying and you just want to read the actual one-shot, but I never really said that you had to read these, did I? Anyway. I just wanted to say that I will not update this every weekend. I have two other books to keep track of, and I will need time to update all of them. Thank you for understanding. I will start now.
This one-shot takes place during the second year and will be explaining how they fell in love. (Because I'm a fanfic author and I can manipulate it however I want to make it be whatever I want, so you can fight me.)
*Harry's POV*
Harry lay in the hospital wing, a painful, tingling sensation was filling all around his arm. Dobby the house elf had just left and Harry heard the door open. He was expecting it to be Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall again, but it wasn't. He heard the footsteps approaching him, and he turned over in bed to see who it was. It was Malfoy.
What is he doing here? Harry thought to himself. Draco kneeled next to Harry's bed, obviously not aware that he was awake, and grabbed his non-injured hand. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat. Draco Malfoy was holding his hand. Harry opened his eyes so that he could get a clear view of Draco. Draco noticed that Harry had opened his eyes, and tried to run, but Harry squeezed Draco's hand that he was still holding so that he couldn't
"What are you doing here, Malfoy? I didn't think that you would even bother coming to see me." Said, Harry. Draco sighed and knelt back down.
"Alright, Potter, I'll tell you why, just... don't tell anyone else." He said. He sat there and waited for Harry's response. Harry thought for a minute before he responded.
"Okay, I won't tell anyone." He said. Draco nodded.
"So, the reason that I came here to see you, was... I just... I wanted to see if you were okay. I may not like you, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a heart." Draco replied. Harry didn't believe him.
"Then why were you holding my hand?" Harry asked. Harry couldn't see Draco's face very well, but he could still tell that he was blushing.
"Just drop it, Potter. It's none of your business anyway," Draco said. Harry still didn't take this for an answer.
"Actually, it kind of is. You came here to visit me. Why?" Harry asked again. His facial expression was serious, and so was his tone. Draco side.
"Fine, the reason I came here was to see if you were okay, because I like you, alright?" Draco blurted out. Harry sat in shock. He didn't know what to say or what to do.
*Draco's POV*
He sat staring at Harry for longer than he thought necessary. He was awaiting Harry's response, but it wasn't coming. Draco was about to leave when Harry finally spoke up.
"Really?" He asked. That wasn't the response that he was expecting. He was expecting it to be something like "That's disgusting" or "You're kidding" or "Yeah right!" But the only response he got, was a sincere "Really?"
"Uh, yeah... I kinda liked you this whole time and was just... trying to deny it. That's why I was pretending to hate you this whole time," Draco said. He saw Harry smile and he smiled back.
"I like you too, Malfoy," Harry replied. Draco smiled and hugged him before remembering his arm and letting go.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head.
"No, it's fine. I've dealt with worse." He said. Draco smiled shyly and stayed by his side the rest of the night.
(It's short, but who cares? Not me! Yet again, I'm sorry for the lack of updates, but I will try to pick up my slack. Love y'all!)
