Draco didn’t know what to think of his predicament. He was in the arms of the Great Harry Potter, being carried out of the only supposedly safe place in the wizarding world, and he didn’t seem to care. He was tired, he hurt, he was light-headed, and he wanted to go to sleep, but Potter wouldn’t let him.
They were riding on brooms, Harry was attempting to steer only with his legs, and hold Draco at the same time, and each time Draco went to doze off, Harry would softly hit him on the head, just hard enough for his headache to start pounding again.
Draco didn’t know how long they flew, and he didn’t care. He was in a blissful-if not painful-world of darkness, and when they hit ground, the only thing Draco knew was that daylight was starting to break across the horizon.
He heard Granger and Weasley talking behind Harry, until finally; Harry must have shot them a look of evil, because they shut up. Draco opened his eyes a little, and saw dirt. He looked up, and beneath the still violet sky, he saw Harry, with a determined look on his face. Draco wondered when the scrawny little kid he picked on grew up into a man, and decided to rescue him.
Draco finally closed his eyes again, and rested his head on Harry’s chest, and he eventually fell asleep.
When Draco woke up, he wasn’t sure where he was, what day it was, or even exactly who he was. Of course, he soon realized that he was Draco Malfoy, of course, but the two other questions still bothered him.
Draco sat up, and realized that he was in a large bed. It was old, obviously, but it was comfortable, and homey. The two things Draco never did have in the Malfoy Manor. Draco looked around, and noticed that his chest was bandaged, as was his arm, and he touched his forehead, and realized that it was also covered by the soft fabric.
Draco wondered where everyone was, when he heard a snore from over by the door. He looked over, startled, and saw Harry, asleep, glasses askew, hair sticking up every which way. Draco wondered how to wake him, for Harry had to have some information to where Draco was. Draco saw a glass of water with ice cubes, picked one of the ice cubes out, and threw it at Harry’s head.
Harry woke with a start, and seemed to be disoriented for a moment, until he fully woke up. He looked over at Draco, and then walked over to Draco’s bedside. Draco bit his bottom lip, and Harry kneeled down.
“Are you feeling better, Draco?” Harry asked, and Draco nodded slowly.
“Almost, but I need one more thing,” Draco said, and Harry raised an eyebrow. Draco leaned forward, and despite all the consequences, caught Harry’s lips with his. Draco expected a slap, a hit, Harry pulling away, but yet, the savior of the wizarding world welcomed the kiss, leaning forward as well.
Draco felt the passion, the burning lust that was poured out into the kiss. Draco carefully, wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling Harry closer, if that was humanly possible. Draco felt Harry’s tongue caress his lips, and Draco parted them, for Harry, only for Harry.
Harry was in shock, how else are you suppose to respond, and finally, Harry pulled away, and left the room in a hurry, and when he was down the hall, he slid against the wall, and had his head in his hands.