Draw The Line

The Limp: Chapter 39

The next morning was hell.

Harry woke up fine, better than fine actually. He woke up in Draco's bed, curled up against him and feeling well rested and happy. When he tried to stand though, he had to grab the side of the bed to keep him up-right. It was like his legs had turned to jelly and he was aching all over.

"What did you do to me last night," Harry groaned, trying to make his way to the bathroom without walking funny.

"You're the one who wanted me to go faster," Draco sniggered, watching Harry try and walk, but when he tried to get up himself he couldn't help but notice just how sore he felt all over. "Oh no, this isn't gonna be very good for the quidditch match."

"Wait. Quidditch match?" Harry said, slowly turning around to look at Draco.

"Yeah, the first one is today remember?"

"Oh shit-" Harry cursed, "I forgot that was today!! Shit!"

"Hey, calm down. You could go to Madam Pomfrey and ask for some pain killers."

"Yeah? And try and explain why I need them? No way in hell. I'd rather just suffer," Harry groaned, raking his fingers through his hair, "My ass is going to hurt so bad sitting on that broom."

"Well if it helps any, I'm sore too," Draco tried.

"Yeah, but I bet it doesn't feel like you can still feel it up inside you," Harry ground out.

"Wait it feels like-" Draco couldn't finish the sentence, his face already coloring a dark shade of red.

"Do us both a favor and don't finish that sentence," Harry said, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.

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Harry tried his best to walk normally into the Great Hall for breakfast, he really did, but he couldn't help it. Hermione noticed something was up almost immediately, especially when he tried to sit down and his face scrunched up in pain. He managed to fend off her questions by telling her he'd just practiced extra hard last night for Quidditch and was just sore, but Seamus and Dean were sending him knowing looks all through breakfast.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay to play?" Ron asked about halfway through breakfast, giving Harry another of the concerned looks he'd been giving him throughout the meal.

"Yeah Harry, will you be okay?" Seamus said with a smirk and Dean snickered hiding his face with his hand and turning away slightly.

Harry glared back at the two and Hermione sent them a questioning glance, "I'll be fine. Just sore."

"Sore from what, exactly? Seamus asked and Harry tried not to react, concentrating on not turning red.

They all made their way out to the field after breakfast, Harry feeling slightly better but cursing the fact that he'd have to sit on a broom soon. It didn't help that Draco kept glancing over at Harry with concern in his eyes everytime he limped a bit.

Changing was a whole other issue, as soon as Draco took off his shirt Harry was assaulted with the memory of the night before.

This is bad, he thought, feeling his body grow warmer as he watched the way Draco's muscles flexed as he struggled with his shirt.

Seamus caught Harry watching Draco and rolled his eyes. How obvious could they be, he thought. It was obvious what they had gotten up to the night before and Seamus wondered if Harry had forgotten they had a match today. From the looks of it, he had.

Harry glanced away as Draco managed to pull on his shirt and he felt his cheeks heat up. He had to stop looking at Draco if they had any chance of winning the match, he needed to focus.