The Things I Never Told You (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter)

Chapter Three

  The next day was Saturday. Gryffindor had reserved the field to train on. Since Harry was the captain of the team now, he had to reserve the Quidditch field for practices. Ginny, Demelza, Ron, Jimmy, and Ritchie all met Harry on the field at noon. They hadn't even been playing for an hour when the Slytherin team came marching up in their robes and holding their broomsticks.

  "Ugh!" Ron spat.
"Let me see what they want. Take a break. Get some water." Harry said, flying to the ground and walking towards the Slytherins captain, Draco Malfoy.

  "Can I help you?" Harry said, looking at Draco.
"Yeah, we're supposed to have the field today."
"I reserved it last week, Malfoy."
"I reserved it last week too."
"Alright, well you guys stay on that half of the field. Do not interfere with my team."
"Alright." Draco said, a small smile on his face. Harry smirked back.

  Harry flew back to his team.

  "What are they still doing here?" Ginny asked, glaring at Draco.
"Well, they apparently reserved the field today too, so, now we're sharing it."
"He's lying!" Ron said angrily.
Harry sighed.
"Well, we're just going to have to deal with it. I don't want anymore drama. Ok?"
Everyone in the group murmured angrily to themselves, but got back on their brooms and began to practice again.

  Ginny was trying to grab a quaffle, but instead, she ended up hitting Draco, almost knocking him off his broom.

  "Watch it you filthy wh*re!" Draco yelled at Ginny.
She gasped, and so did everyone else on the field.
"That's it." Ron mumbled, flying quickly towards Malfoy and pushing him off of his broom.
"Ron!" Ginny and Harry screamed simultaneously.

  Harry immediately started to fly to the ground, trying to grab Draco. Harry held out his hand almost grasping Draco, but missed, and Draco hit the ground. Harry jumped off of his broom and tried shaking Draco awake.

  "Draco! Wake up!" Harry yelled.
He grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse. It was still pumping luckily.
"What happened?" Hermione asked, rushing over from one of the stands.
Harry had completely forgot she was in one of the stands reading.
"Ron happened!" Harry yelled, "Hermione, go get Madam Pomfrey! You too Ginny! Hurry!"

  Thankfully, they weren't too far off the ground, so Draco most likely had some broken bones and a concussion. Nevertheless, Harry was still panicking because he had not fallen, he was pushed, by his best friend. And seeing someone unconcious and unresponsive triggered some of Harry's PTSD.

  Madam Pomfrey finally ran down to the quidditch field, magically pulling her stretcher behind her with her wand. She moved Harry aside and with a simple flick of her wand Draco floated onto the stretcher. Everyone oogled at his floating body. Madam Pomfrey walked back to the hospital wing, pulling Draco behind her. Harry marched angrily up to Ron.

  "What in the bloody hell were you thinking?" Harry yelled.
The Slytherins stopped their worried chatter, and started to stare at Harry and Ron.

  "Since when do you care so much about, Malfoy?" Ron yelled back.
Harry paused for a moment trying to contain his anger.
"Since Malfoy could get you kicked off the team!"
"Didn't you hear what he said to Ginny?" Ron yelled.
"Of course I did! Doesn't mean you should've pushed him off his broom from 20 feet in the air!"
"He deserved it!"
Harry clenched his fists angrily and stormed off.

  "Harry, come back!" Hermione called.

  Harry ignored her plea and continued to walk to the Hospital Wing.

  "Do you think I could sit by him until he wakes up?" Harry asked Madam Pomfrey.
"I guess so, just be quiet."

  Harry walked over to Dracos bed, and pulled over a chair and sat next to him. His silver blonde hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, and he had a giant red mark that would surely turn into a bruise on one side of his face where he fell.

  Harry had the sudden urge to hold his hand. He slowly reached forward, and just as his fingertips touched Dracos icy cold hands, Dracos eyes opened slowly. He flinched from the light flooding from the windows. 

  "Potter, what are you doing?" Draco said, looking down at his hand.
"Sorry," Harry pulled his hand away, "there was a fly on you. I was swatting it away."
"For more than 10 seconds?" Malfoy asked, smirking softly, "you know of you have a crush on me, Potter, you can just tell me."
"I don't have a crush on you." Harry said.
"Then why are you here?" Draco asked.
"Because Ron knocked you off a bloody broomstick!" Harry said a little too loudly.

  Madam Pomfrey shushed him harshly.

  "Sorry." Harry whispered.

  Draco smiled at Harry.

  "Why're you giving me that look, Malfoy?"
"No reason."
"You're so full of it."
"I am not."
"You are too."
"Whatever, Potter. Anyways- did Pomfrey say what was wrong with me?"
"Well, you broke 2 of your ribs, and fractured your shoulder, but she fixed those, so all your left with is your concussion which should only be there for a couple of hours because of the medicine she had you drink.
"Oh, I don't remember that."
"Well apparently you weren't conscious, so-"

  Both boys paused awkwardly.

  "Do you want to stargaze with me again tonight?" Draco asked. 
"Sure."
"I don't exactly believe your answer."
"No, I do, really, I'm just kinda stressed. Ron shouldn't of pushed you off your broom, but you also shouldn't of called Ginny a- you know."
"She shouldn't of bumped into me."
"Malfoy, we were sharing a field. Maybe if you had waited another hour or two instead of lying about how you had reserved the field to see me none of this would've happened."
"I wasn't there to see you, Potter, I was there to make sure Slytherin won the Quidditch cup this year."
"Not gonna happen."

  Draco looked into Harry's bright green eyes. Harry glared back into Dracos silver blue eyes. Harry's eyes slid down too his lips, but then quickly glanced back up into his eyes. Harry stood up quickly.

  "Well, I'll see you on the roof, yeah?" And he left Draco alone before he could answer back.