To Dare You

Chapter Seventeen

"Harry?" Draco asked softly. He were sitting in the hospital wing next to the brunette again. "Are you awake?"

His eyes fluttered open and he glared at the sunlight streaming into the room and his eyes. "I think I am. Or I'm in heaven, but you're here so probably not."

Okay, he had some humor so he wasn't in that bad of a state. "Fuck you, Potter." Draco glared, giggling a bit. "So, now that I know you're fine, you need to drink these." He pointed to the many files of potions on his bedside table.

"I don't want to," He huffed, crossing his arms and wincing at the pain. "Okay, I will." He grabbed a squeaks to green vile and attempted to pop the lid off, but failed miserably. "Can you?"

Draco snorted and popped the lid off, laughing as Harry gagged at the taste. "Good, Potter?" He asked.

"Last name basis now?" Harry pouted and gagged again.

"Yeah, until you finish your potions, potter." He told him as he grabbed a purple serum, uncapping it and handing it to Harry. "Are you okay?" He asked, voice softening.

"Yeah, I think, but I can't remember anything much," He frowned and downed the serum. He gagged mid-sentence. "All I remember is eating, then puking. That- that's it." He stared at his bony arms.

"Yeah," Draco agreed, handing him another. "I made you eat food- I should have listened- and you ran to the bathroom to puke, and then you passed out. I took you to Madame Pomfrey, and spent the night, and here we are now."

"Cool."

"Cool?! That's all you say? 'Thank's Draco for bringing me here, you saved my life!'" He mimicked Harry's voice surprisingly well. "Oh you're welcome Harry!"

"You suck," Harry drank the potion. "Thanks for bringing me here." He grumbled as Draco batted his eyelashes and pouted. "What?" He asked as Draco kept on pouting.

"Nothing, Potter." He handed him the last of the serums. "Drink it. Now." He demanded.

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Harry patted the grass as he sat below a willow tree by the lake. "It's quite peaceful here," He blurted, playing with a yellow flower. The lake shone beneath the fall sun.

"Yeah," Draco agreed, watching Harry pluck off the small petals delicately. "Are you feeling okay?" He asked as Harry suddenly paled and stared out to the lake.

"Hmm?" He asked, snapping out of it. "Yeah, sorry." He smiled, leaning against Draco and placing his head on his shoulder. His glasses were lopsidedly on his nose, and his soft hair brushed against Draco's neck, tickling it.

Draco continued to read his book, humming in contentment.

"Hey Dray?" Harry asked, putting a yellow flower in his hair above his ear, marveling at how soft his hair was, softer than it looked, fluffy and both smooth.

"Three things. One, never call me Dray. Two, get that flower out of my hair, and three, yes Harry?" He tried to brush the flower off, muttering a small "thanks" as Harry pouted and took out the flower which accented his eyes for some reason.

"I just wanted to say thanks, for being here for me."

"Thanks Potter," He smiled, then smirked. "I mean, it's not like I really have a choice, a?" He lifter their conjoined hands in amusement and dropped them back down. "But you're welcome."

"You git!" Harry laughed, shoving him lightly, only pulling him with Draco as he got pushed, rolling down the hill, landing right next to where the water started. He giggled as they both lay there, Draco desperately smoothing down his puffed up hair and clothes. "Draco, stop! You look cute like that!" Harry blurted, immediately blushing after.

"Well in that case," He flattened it even more. "Malfoy's aren't cute, Potter. You should know that." He told him, sitting up with a small glare. "Malfoy's aren't cute." He muttered to himself again.

"Well, this one is." Harry said confidently. "I don't like you, because for one, I'm not gay, and you aren't my type," He lied. "My type is Cho." He lied again, crushing Draco's heart in less than ten seconds.

"Oh." Draco tried not to sound disappointed, but failed.

"Okay, no I don't like Cho, I don't really like anyone." He added quickly, seeing Draco's face. He was probably hallucinating, because why would Draco bloody Malfoy seem to like him? He would be the last for him to expect to be gay. "But Draco, seriously, you are cute." And hot.

"No, I'm not."

"Okay, whatever you say," Harry grumbled, giving up on being nice and truthful to the blonde. He pulled him back up to the tree and accio-ed a book to him, opening it and mumbling angrily as he read.

Draco stared at him sadly, now bowing he was only trying to compliment him. His green eyes were as bright as ever, his cheekbones much more prominent in the sun, and his brown hair glowed a lighter color. Merlin, he wouldn't be surprised if there was a halo above the perfect angel sitting next to him. His lips were a pale pink, and his cheeks had a light rosy tinge, and small yellow flowers were tangled into his hair. He just stare at the glassy lake, trying to solve if he should say something to the shorter. "Harry?"

"What?" He looked up from his book with a not-so-nice expression. "What is it?" He asked again as Draco stared at his feet.

"Uhm, I-" He began, making a fool of himself.

"Spit it out." Harry told him, but with no malice in his voice, just confusion and a bit of annoyance.

"Erm, I wanted to- to say thanks for saying I'm cute...?" He told himself more than Harry, tumbling with his shirt nervously. "And sorry for being rude."

Well, it wasn't every day that you heard a Malfoy apologize and admit he's cute. Harry just smiled and pecked his cheek lightly before returning to his book as thought nothing happened.

Draco blushed and put his hand where Harry had just pecked, and smiled, nuzzling his head into his shoulder like he did as a ferret.

A/N: Ahhh, it's a bit fluff I guess? Don't worry - there will be more. I hope you enjoy!