Author: Nuin PM
Begun preHBP. Diaries...Sorry Journals!...are exceptional for blackmail. Especially if your friends believe you to be in denial over another boy! And they are, as we speak, planning your fate and making you question your own sanity. COMPLETE!Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Draco M. & Harry P. - Chapters: 19 - Words: 47,891 - Reviews: 192 - Favs: 140 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 08-28-05 - Published: 12-19-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2178581
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DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.
WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you.
Draco stared intently at the prone form on the infirmary bed. He slowly reached out and brushed a lock of black hair away from the closed eyes of the young man in front of him. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. The blonde winced, when he jarred the injury on his right arm.
His father and Severus had come by to check up on him and to get their own injuries from the battle tended to by the St. Mungo's healers called in to help out the near frantic school nurse. Madam Pomfrey had been working almost non-stop since the first casualties came in and had been tiring out, trying to keep up, until her reinforcements arrived.
The headmaster had made frequent trips to the infirmary, pausing by the bed of the young man, Draco was watching over. A grandfatherly smile graced the old man's lips and his eyes twinkled for all their worth in pride. Then the old man limped out of the hospital wing, he had sustained the injury to his leg in the attempt to help Harry in his fight against the Dark Lord.
Draco looked around the infirmary, searching for Blaise's and Pansy's beds. They had been shot down from the sky during the battle, but were lucky enough to land out of harm's way. The two unconscious Slytherins had later been picked up by Aurors searching the grounds for survivors from the battle and taken back to the school infirmary. Blaise and Pansy were sitting up in their beds, side by side talking animatedly about something, though Draco was too far away to hear their conversation.
"Any change?" A soft voice came from behind. Draco turned around to find Granger standing with a concerned look on her face. The blonde shook his head, Granger nodded and returned to her boyfriend's side. Weasley was looking worse for wear, Draco noted, his left arm in a cast and several cuts littered his face and neck. The redhead nodded in acknowledgement, put his good arm around Granger and led her towards one of the other infirmary beds, where another red haired male was lying.
The Weasleys as always were represented in quantities, now with wives, fiancées and girlfriends and boyfriends as well. Draco groaned, they just kept expanding in numbers.
A low, soft moan diverted his attention from the group of redheads and other assorted hair colours. Draco eyes gravitated towards the figure on the bed he was sitting at.
Another moan and then a soft sigh.
"Harry, are you awake?"
"No." A grin spread across Harry's lips, then he opened his eyes. He quickly closed them again and groaned. "Argh…Too bright."
Draco spelled the curtains around Harry's bed shut. "Better?"
They were silent for a couple of moments, just enjoying the peace, when Harry said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"You know, Voldemort was really off schedule this year."
"What?" Draco asked confused.
Harry snorted, then winced when he jarred one of his injuries by the movement. "He usually attacks at the end of the school year."
The Gryffindor shrugged noncommittal. "The crazy old sod."
The brunette slowly leaned up and kissed Draco on the lips, then drew back and settled into the covers of the bed. He sighed softly at the plush feeling of freshly washed bed sheets.
"So what happened to the time out?" Draco asked amused.
"Screw the time out, I nearly died today. As soon as I'm well enough, I'm locking us in your room and we're not coming out for a week." Harry growled softly, but he flashed a smirk at the blonde.
Draco cocked an eyebrow and grinned, then he leaned in and returned the kiss. He felt like he had to say something, something he wanted to get off his chest.
"I love you." It came out.
"Mmmhmm." Harry hummed contently, with a small smile playing on his lips.
"I do." Draco said earnestly.
"Of course you do, Draco."
"Hey! I'm professing my undying love for you, Harry James Potter!"
"Yes, yes, love you too, Dray."
"I'm serious!" Draco cried in outrage at the simple dismissal from the brunette.
Harry stared at him solemnly, then grinned. "So am I."