Only Us 《Drarry》

Chapter 17

Heads up, all italics are Harry inside his head while he's in his coma.

"Mister Malfoy! You've returned!" Headmistress McGonagall exclaimed and revealed one of her rare smiles. "Where were you, and how did you get back? Oh. Har-" she stopped short. "You need to see Harry."

"No, no Headmistriss. It's okay, he can wait a few more minutes to see me."

"Explainations can come later, follow me Mister Malfoy." She had a sad and sorry look in her eyes, and Draco couldn't figure out why.

He followed her down to the infirmary, and when he stepped inside the door, he saw one boy with raven hair and tan skin laying on a bed. "Harry!" He ran to the side of the bed. "Harry! Baby, it's me!"

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Madame Pomfrey approaching. "Mister Malfoy, I'm sorry to tell you, but I don't think Mister Potter is going to make it much longer. We found him in a critical state, and the rest of the healing has to be done by Harry's body. He has to want to get better. But I can't promise that he'll still... be the same when, and if he wakes up."

At this point Draco was sobbing. He couldn't control it. As if to calm himself down, he grabbed Harry's hand with both of his and placed it against his mouth. Wetting it with his tears.

"I'll leave you and Mister Potter alone." She clicked away slowly.

"Harry, this is all my fault. I should have never left. Not like I had a choice, but I should have escaped earlier. I'm so sorry." Don't be. You couldn't have helped it. I thought you died. I'm just happy you're alive.

The door to the infirmary opened and closed, but Draco couldn't see anyone. "C'mon guys. Whoever you are, the invisible cloak stopped working on me in fifth year." Out stepped Ron and  Hermione. It better be Ron and Mione, if anyone else touches my cloak they're dead when I wake up.

"So it's true. You are alive." Hermione ran over and hugged Draco. He felt Ron's comforting hand on his back. "I'm so sorry." Hermione gasped out.

"Don't be, it's my fault. If I had tried to escape sooner, he wouldn't have done this." You did all that you could do! Stop blaming yourself!

"Stop that right now. Harry doesn't blame you, so stop blaming yourself. It'll only bring negative thoughts into Harry's mind, and slow the healing." She sighed sadly. "Did Madame Pomfrey tell you that she can't do anything more besides checking his vitals hourly?"

"Something to that effect." He ran a stressed hand through his platinum hair. "I think... I think I'm going to go for a walk, tell the others that I'll be spending most of my time here if they want to see me."

"Um, Draco, what should Ditty do?" He had forgotten to tell her where the kitchens were at.

"Oh, Ditty. Um, let's go get you registered as a volunteer elf. Then I'll show you to the kitchens." Both of the friends were looking at Draco in awe. He looked so... okay. It was as if he could handle the stress that comes with escaping your kidnappers, and a boyfriend in the hospital.

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"So you see, I escaped with the help of my elf Ditty, and now I am asking if she can do volunteer elf work in the kitchens." He had explained everything that had happened, and explained the education he gave Ditty.

"I think that would be a wonderful idea. And Ditty, if you're a free elf, you are welcome to attend the remaining Hogsmeade trips with the students. You may also be paid if you would like." McGonagall said kindly.

"Oh, no. Ditty is happy to work in the kitchens ma'am."

"C'mon Ditty, I'll show you yo the kitchens." Draco picked her up and rested her on his shoulders.

"Mister Malfoy, I expect you to see Madame Pomfrey so she can check that those spells didn't do any physical damage."

"Of course, Headmistress"

Draco and Ditty walked out if McGonagall's office, and started walking to the kitchens.

"Is Draco okay? Don't lie to Ditty, how does Draco feel?"

"Draco doesn't know how he feels right now. He feels sad, and guilty about Harry. But he also feels happy and proud for Ditty. All while he is happy that he escaped without anyone getting hurt."

"Ditty understands. Does Draco want a hug?"

"A hug would be wonderful Ditty." Draco whispered as the small elf climbed down from his shoulders and onto his chest.

Draco softly cried into Ditty's potato sack dress.

I tried posting this on Sunday, but for some reason it didn't work correctly. I am still going to update on thursday. Unless Wattpad screws me over again *~*