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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Summary: Harry wakes up in the Hospital Wing with no memory of the events following the Quidditch match.

A/N: The fluffiness at the end of this chapter is dedicated to Filia, who stubbornly refused to read Forbidden until Draco and Harry got back together. :o)

Chapter 20: The Explanations
Harry listened, his eyes still closed, as Draco began to tell his father about their agreement. Of course the smug git was telling his father that Harry�d been in love with him all along instead of admitting to Lucius that he�d bollocksed that bloody curse up. Typical.

Harry really didn�t know what to make of the conversation he had just overheard. Lucius Malfoy had saved him and had joined Dumbledore? That couldn�t possibly be right. Maybe he was dreaming. But then that would mean Draco hinting that he loved him was a dream too, and that wasn�t something he was keen on putting down to fancy just yet. Hope blossomed through Harry�s chest as he clung to the sound of Draco�s voice. A small smile curved his lips, and he was startled when Hermione�s voice whispered from beside him.

�Eavesdropping is a very unbecoming habit.�

Harry�s eyes snapped open, and he turned to look at his smiling friend, who was leaning forward in a chair at the side of his bed. Ron was slumped in a chair next to her, fast asleep. Harry realized he was in the Hospital Wing, and wondered again what had happened to him. He smiled back and tried to speak, but his throat felt raw, and he abandoned his attempt immediately.

�Don�t try to speak,� she whispered, handing him his glasses. �The healing spells have repaired the damage to your throat, but you need to take another potion to heal it completely. You tore it with all that screaming.�

Harry frowned in confusion and shook his head, trying to indicate his inability to remember anything. He put on his glasses and looked to his left, where the hospital bed next to him had its curtains drawn closed. The voices of Draco and Lucius floated to him softly from behind the drapes.

Harry was utterly mystified. Draco was in a hospital bed too? Was he ill?

Madam Pomfrey bustled over with a little shriek, seeing Harry try to sit up.

�Ms. Granger, why didn�t you tell me he was awake?� she asked Hermione. She pushed Harry firmly back down, ignoring his scowl, and proceeded to pass her wand over him, scanning his vital statistics and checking the progress of his healing, muttering to herself all the while. When she was finished she plucked a bottle of potion and a spoon from her pinafore. �Doing splendidly, Harry,� she said briskly, �considering the messes you tend to get yourself into. Now open wide, this will take care of that throat pain in just a few minutes.�

Harry sat up with Hermione�s help and obeyed, swallowing down a healthy dose of bright blue potion, which tasted horrible, but felt wonderful sliding down his throat.

�All right, now try and rest,� Madam Pomfrey said, straightening the light blanket. She turned to Hermione. �Remember, I don�t want him being overexcited, Ms. Granger,� she said, firmly. �Keep it down in here, or you and Mr. Weasley will find yourselves turned out.� She glanced at Ron, who was snoring softly, and hid a smile. �Ring if you need anything, dear,� she said to Harry, gesturing to the bell on his bedside table, before hurrying off again.

Harry turned to Hermione, intending to try asking her what had landed him in the Hospital Wing, but was distracted by the sound of curtains being drawn. He turned to his left, his heart lurching when he saw Draco sitting up in the bed next to him, the covers pooling at his waist. Lucius tied the curtains to their posts with his wand, then looked over at Harry, nodding briefly in greeting before he turned and walked from the room.

�You know, Potter,� Draco drawled, sliding out of bed. �That gobsmacked look really does suit you.� He stood at Harry�s side, clad in standard-issue gray cotton pajamas, courtesy of the Hospital Wing.

Harry looked up at him searchingly, wishing someone would explain what the hell was going on.

�Feeling better, Draco?� Hermione asked. Harry turned to her, surprised at the friendliness in her voice.

�Yeah,� Draco said, stifling a yawn. He turned to Harry with a martyred look. �No, don�t worry now, Harry, I�m fine,� he said. �Don�t ask how I�m feeling, really, please. I only gave you half my energy, and collapsed from the strain, nothing to worry about.�

Harry�s eyebrows flew up, and he managed a small croak of concern.

�Don�t tease him, for Merlin�s sake, Draco,� Hermione said, giggling. �You know he doesn�t remember.�

Harry turned to Hermione again, �What�s been bloody going on?� he rasped, feeling the throat potion finally start to work.

�Relax, I�m going to telling you now,� Hermione said, smiling at him.

Harry squeaked and looked at Draco in surprise when he found the pale boy was attempting to slip under the covers with him.

�Budge up, you ungrateful git,� Draco huffed, wriggling into the space Harry made for him. Harry blushed as he felt Draco�s hip and leg press against his own, and tried to hide his pleased smile as he turned back to Hermione, who looked amused.

�All right, then,� Hermione began. �Do you remember the Quidditch match and Draco�s jealous tantrum?�

Harry nodded, suddenly remembering Draco�s attack on Carl. He glanced at the blond, who was muttering darkly under his breath about insolent, thieving prats.

�Well, that little display made Pansy realize that Draco is in love with you, and needless to say, she was furious,� Hermione said.

Harry waited for Draco to deny Hermione�s announcement, and a wild streak of happiness spread through him when the blond failed to do so. Harry relaxed a little into Draco�s side, and promptly fell into a coughing fit when Draco blithely slid a hand up his thigh. Draco patted his back gently and poured him some water from the pitcher on the bedside table. Harry took it gratefully, gulping down the cold liquid, suddenly shy of looking Draco in the face.

Ron was woken by Harry�s coughing. �Harry, you�re up!� he said, his voice husky with sleep. He rubbed his eyes, and grinned at Harry, throwing a scowl at Draco when he realized the blond was in his best friend�s bed. �Can�t you bloody let him recover properly before molesting him, Malfoy?� he asked, frowning fiercely.

�I don�t hear him complaining,� Draco said, smiling lazily.

�It�s all right, Ron,� Harry croaked, his face turning bright red when Draco casually slipped his arm around his waist.

Hermione looked pleased. �All right, where was I, then?� she said, tapping her lip. �Right, Pansy became horribly jealous, and she used the Iron Lung curse on you...it started turning your lungs to iron, obviously...but luckily Draco�s father knew the counter procedure and was able to stop the effects in time.�

�Only because he�d used the damn curse himself before,� Ron muttered.

�Regardless,� Hermione said, giving him a frown, �he stopped the curse�s progress in time and then Dumbledore brought you back to the castle �.�

�Wait a minute!� Ron said. �You�ve forgotten the bit about Malfoy crying like a baby in front of the whole school! It�s my favorite part,� he said, turning to Harry gleefully.

�The boy I love was screaming and rolling about on the ground, near death for all I knew,� Draco said, coldly, pulling Harry closer to him. �By all means, Weasley, go on and have a good laugh.�

Ron blushed in embarrassment, and apologized quickly when Hermione elbowed him. Harry looked at Draco, at a loss for words. He slipped his hand into Draco�s, squeezing it gently, then he turned back to Hermione and Ron. �Pansy cursed me?� he asked.

�Yeah,� Ron said, soberly. �But Hermione, Snape and I Stunned her, and she�s in St. Mungo�s now, under Auror guard. I think the Wizengamot is going to try her for attempted murder.�

�Oh,� Harry said, uncomfortably.

Hermione cleared her throat. �As I was saying, you were brought here to Madam Pomfrey, and Lucius explained that several spells needed to be used to heal you properly, including a direct magical energy transfer which would boost your body�s natural magical ability to work with the spells.�

�I volunteered to do the transfer,� Ron piped up.

�Yes,� Hermione said, pursing her lips in unwilling amusement. �Ron and Draco both wanted to do the energy transfer, and ended up rolling on the floor, trying to strangle each other. Madam Pomfrey almost refused to heal Ron�s black eye.

�Anyway,� she continued, �Draco insisted on being the one, and Dumbledore agreed, so he opened an energy conduit to you while Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey cast the spells. After about an hour they were finally sure it had worked. It was terribly complicated.�

Harry turned to Draco. �And you collapsed?� he rasped, worriedly.

Draco blushed, drinking up the sight of Harry�s face so close to his. �At the end, yeah,� he said, softly.

�That�s because you didn�t listen and tried to give Harry more of your energy than was necessary,� Hermione said, raising her eyebrows at him.

�Well, yes,� Draco said, smiling smugly. �Rather selfless and noble of me, I thought.�

Harry smiled at Draco. �I suppose I should thank you,� he said, softly.

Draco leaned forward till his mouth was brushing Harry�s ear. �You can show me how thankful you are after these two leave,� he whispered, suggestively.

Harry blushed, his heart speeding up.

Hermione stifled a giggle. �I guess Ron and I should leave you two alone,� she said, tugging her boyfriend out of his chair. �I think you have some explaining to do, don�t you Draco?� she added, pointedly.

�Yeah, suppose I do� he said, unable to take his eyes off Harry.

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Ten minutes later, Harry was curled into Draco�s side, resting his head comfortably on the blond�s shoulder while he listened to Draco finish explaining about his recent behavior towards Harry.

�Merlin, if I�d known my father was considering joining Dumbledore, we�d never have needed to go through any of that,� Draco said, bitterly, rubbing his thumb over Harry�s cheek.

�Your father doesn�t mind, then? About us?�

�No, he�s fine. He surprised me, really. I didn�t expect him to take all this so well. But he said as long as you take care of me and make me happy he doesn�t have a problem with us being together. If you hurt me, though,� Draco said, smiling, �he�s promised to come after you with a pack of rabid Manticores.�

Harry laughed, lightly. �That sounds more like the Lucius I know.�

Draco held Harry closer, his voice turning serious. �I�m sorry for everything I said that night we took the Will Strengthening potion,� he said. �I�m sorry for hurting you. I�ll make it up to you, I promise.�

�It�s all right,� Harry said, sighing softly. �I can�t say it didn�t hurt, but I can put it behind me.� He buried his nose in Draco�s chest, inhaling the warm scent that was unique to the other boy. �I can�t believe Hermione kept all that from me. About our agreement breaking the curse, about me having real feelings for you for months, that Will Strengthening potion, all of it.�

�She did it to protect you, as did I. We thought you�d be in danger if my father thought he could use me against you,� Draco said, bending to kiss the top of Harry�s head.

�I know,� Harry said, turning to smile up at him. �I�m not holding a grudge.�

�Promise?�

�You love me. That means I now have everything I could possibly want,� Harry said, simply.

�And?� Draco hinted, when a few silent moments had passed.

�And what?� Harry said, innocently, his mouth quirking into a crooked smile.

�You bloody prat, tell me you love me back!� Draco said, nipping at Harry�s neck in playful reprimand.

Harry laughed. �Fine, fine, I love you back!� he said, breathlessly, as Draco kissed him senseless.

�You�d better,� Draco mumbled into Harry�s mouth, sliding his hands into Harry�s hair. He moaned as Harry flicked his tongue into his mouth, then pulled back, ending the kiss reluctantly. �We shouldn�t, Harry, not yet.�

�Why?� Harry gasped, disappointed.

�You need to take it easy, you went through a lot yesterday,� Draco said, kissing Harry�s lips softly. �I can wait.�

Harry protested as Draco kissed him once more before returning to his own bed, and it wasn�t a moment too soon, because Madam Pomfrey came in just then to give them some sleeping potion to help them rest.

They lay in their beds after Madam Pomfrey left, each facing the other as the sleeping slowly potion weighed down their limbs. Draco smirked at Harry lazily. �I have impeccable timing, as usual,� he whispered. �Imagine if she�d walked in on us. She�d have thrown me out.�

�I want you,� Harry whispered back.

�Later,� Draco promised.

They both fell asleep with smiles of contentment on their faces.
A/N:
All right, I promise smut in chapter 21...don�t all gang up on me now.

To Watermage: I can always be bribed with artses. :o)

To Sam and Jonny: Thanks for the compliment. ::blushes::

To Rhiannon U.L.: I�m glad you liked the last chapter...hope you are drinking plenty of water...crying that much is bound to dehydrate you. :o)
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