Making a New World - Moment by Moment Book #7 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

Waking Up to a New World

**AUTHOR'S NOTE - THIS IS BOOK 4 IN THE MOMENT BY MOMENT SERIAL, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOK 1 - INTO DARKNESS https://www.wattpad.com/story/191777419-into-darkness-moment-by-moment-book-1-harry-potter, OR BOOK 2 - WALKING IN LIGHT AND SHADE https://www.wattpad.com/story/192516660-walking-in-light-and-shade-moment-by-moment-book-2, OR BOOK 3 - REVELATIONS OF LOVE https://www.wattpad.com/story/192524110-revelations-of-love-moment-by-moment-book-3-harry, OR BOOK 4 - RISKS, RESERVATION, AND MUM https://www.wattpad.com/story/192734965-risks-reservation-and-mum-moment-by-moment-book-4, OR BOOK 5 - WHEN DARKNESS BECKONS https://www.wattpad.com/story/192739937-when-darkness-threatens-moment-by-moment-book-5, OR BOOK 6  https://www.wattpad.com/story/192842957-orb-of-destiny-moment-by-moment-book-6-harry- ORB OF DESTINY - THEN YOU WILL WANT TO GO DO THAT BEFORE STARTING ON THIS STORY**

Having entered and exited unconsciousness so many times in recent weeks, Harry's brain was becoming accustomed to the slow return of senses, and he became aware of his surroundings bit by bit. The first sense to return was touch: he was comfortable and warm and nothing about his situation set off alarm bells, so he drifted in the sensations of blanket and pillows for a while. Taste came next: his throat was dry and his mouth tasted of left-over potions, but nothing too awful, so still he drifted. Unintelligible mumblings gained clarity gradually, and it was Draco's voice that brought Harry all the way out of his own world.

"Have at you, Weasley!" his lover challenged, and Harry's paranoia picked up on undertones of hostility in the sound, making him wary.

His mood was not helped when the Weasley in question, Ron, threw back, "Got y'now, Malfoy."

His friends were fighting, was the conclusion at which Harry's sleepy brain arrived, and without any other thoughts forming, he came round properly feeling a little depressed. However, another voice he recognised chimed in to the verbal repartee and Poppy Pomfrey chided, "Mr Malfoy, Mr Weasley, if you disturb my ward any further, I shall separate you and you shall both return to bed."

"No, please, Madame," someone who was neither Draco, nor Ron called from a greater distance, "they're such good entertainment."

Now thoroughly confused by the mixed messages his brain was trying to interpret, Harry relied upon the only recourse left to him: he opened his eyes to find out what was going on. He was lying in bed, which wasn't a surprise, but Ron and Draco on either side of the end of his bed, playing a heated game of Wizard Chess, was not what his brain had been expecting at all. His worry evaporated and unable to help his responses, Harry chuckled. He wasn't very loud, or very animated, but Harry's laugh was enough to alert those around him to his return to the world. Ron and Draco immediately abandoned their game, and headed up the bed.

"Welcome back, Mate," Ron greeted, leaning slightly over the bed and grinning broadly; his arm was in a sling and he was in his pyjamas, but otherwise, he looked happy and healthy.

Draco was also in a dressing gown, and there were no visible marks of battle. He was much more tactile than Ron; he grabbed Harry's hand and reached out to stroke his shoulder as he too greeted, "Hello, Harry-Love."

The second part of the address was said slowly and quietly, but with an earnestness that made Harry's stomach do somersaults and he wanted to kiss the head that was lowered close to him.

However, there were calls of welcome from other places in the room, and so, after a private moment, Harry's inhibitions got the better of him and he took notice of the further environment. His bed was one of more than his dozy brain could count and for as far as his misty eyes could see in a long, clean room, and every bed was occupied by someone. He rubbed his eyes, not quite believing them, and Ron handed him his glasses. Gratefully, he put them on, and the world distorted horribly. Quickly, Harry pulled them off again, and the room came back into focus. It was not something he'd noticed after the intensity of coming back to life, but it finally occurred to Harry that the world had been in focus the whole time. He glanced at Draco and murmured, "You mended my eyes as well."