Chapter 14

Emily was entirely wrapped in redness, thrumming with energy and Hermione was panicking.  She was…she was…Goddamn it her girlfriend was going to blow herself up if Hermione didn’t find something. All she could do was keep half an eye on Emily as the other cast around for something, anything to take the energy off the mutant girl. There was only Nigel and his book. She hated Nigel, but she couldn’t do that. Couldn’t heave him that far. She’d give him up to have Emily safe that was sure. Wait…the book!

 Emily could feel herself throbbing with the energy; it almost hurt, turning herself into a human bomb. If she could just throw herself…She grabbed wildly as a large dark object came hurtling towards her.
 
“Just use the fucking thing!!”

 Emily shook herself. Fuckin’ hell. What’m I doin’! Hermione! Hermione’s gonna be fuckin’ mad if I do dis! Book…book! The charge shot from Emily into the huge black volume in her hands. She barely threw it in time. So much charge, so much pressure built up. It exploded almost instantaneously. Sending her sprawling backwards. Flapping her wings desperately to keep aloft and not go crashing to the ground. Too late. The ground impacted with her back with her wings. Oh! Hurts…hurts! And there were screams from around her. Gods NON!
 

 Hermione blinked. She was back in a bed, curled up next to a sleeping Emily and there were boy’s voices coming from the corner. Wait, that was Dean and Seamus. Heh. What…

 “Guys…?”

 As she looked up Dumbledore was standing over her.

 “How are you feeling.”

 “Ummm…alright?”

 “Good, Draco and Harry are still sleeping, you seem to be the first one up.”

 Hermione blinked. She remembered pain, but couldn’t quite seem to figure out the source. She turned and drowned her eyes in her girlfriend’s still, but breathing form nestled beside her. Gods Emmy, I was so scared…

 “HERMIONE!!” …and OOF! Seamus was heavy sometimes. “We were all so worried! Ron had to go put Neville to bed he was flipping out so bad! Are you ok! You’ve been out for like ten hours!”

 Hermione smiled at Dean as he lifted his smaller lover off her. “What time is it?”

 “Very nearly midnight.”

 “Oh my god!”

 Dean shook his head. “If you’re worried I can tell you for a fact that Draco and Harry are just asleep. Madam Pomfrey said they basically came out of their blackouts to curl up together and drop right back off. Emily thought…she’s gonna be ok, but she’s tired.” Dean got up, dragging the suddenly lethargic Seamus off
to bed.

 “Thank god,” Hermione couldn’t believe what Emily had almost done. It had scared her beyond belief to see her lover surrounded with explosive power. And she could have sworn that but for the book Emily would have thrown herself into the thing.

 “Jus’ inh’rited m’ père’s suicidal tendencies,” came the mutter. Hermione practically threw herself on its source. Emily sighed, wrapping her arms contentedly around Hermione’s waist. “M’ sorry darlin’. M’ TP goes a bit haywire if ‘m out.”

 “Oh as if I care!” Hermione simply buried herself in Emily’s inexplicably strong embrace. “Really thought you were gonna die.”
 Emily shook her head. “No’ wit you aroun’. Mais…Je vais dormir.”

 Hermione started. “You what?”

 Emily chuckled softly, “sleep, darlin’. I wan’ t’sleep. Shhh.”

 “I’ll just...”

 “Stay. Sleep.”

 Hermione lay back down after trying to get up. “Right.”
 

 Harry woke slowly to perfect darkness. He was in the infirmary, he figure that out easily enough. Too many long hours spent in those rooms. But he was…warm? Draco? The blond boy was curled up tightly against him. Harry wouldn’t go so far as to say he looked innocent, but something about the boy yanked at his emotions. There was this need, this obsession, this craze. Draco murmured something, beginning to wake.

 “Harry?” Sleepy silver eyes were fuzzy as they looked up into his, quickly went scrounging around on the table next to him for his glasses, but Draco pulled his hand back down, tightening it around his waist. “Don’t go anywhere.”

 Harry chuckled slightly. “Jus’ looking for my glasses.”

 “Don’t.”

 Harry pulled Draco tightly against him. It was so rare…never really that Draco asked for anything not sex related.

 “You ok?”

 “Dunno.” Draco’s voice sounded more awake. “Harry…”

 “Yeah?”

 Draco shook his head, burrowing further into Harry’s arms. He couldn’t say it! He couldn’t even bloody well think it. He…he…

 “IthinkI’mfallinginlovewithyou,” the words finally left his lips in a rush. He was scared, terrified, it was wrong, it was…

 “Me too.”

 Unfocused green eyes attempted to focus on him as a hand came up to clasp Draco’s hand to Harry’s chest. Slowly the boys curled into each other’s warmth, not just holding, but sheltering, as if for dear life. Harry let go of Draco’s hand to wrap his arms around that slight body and the now free hand came up to caress his face.

 “Why?” Draco murmured. “I’m not supposed to so much as even like you.” He leaned in close, kissing Harry’s shoulder softly, whispering. “I’m suppose to simply adore ever little detail of you.”

 Harry smiled, nuzzling into Draco’s warm hair. “Love you too. So much.” He didn’t need to see Draco to realize how worked up, how worried, Draco was. “What is it?”

 “Just…’s not supposed…”

 “Don’t worry about it?” Harry smiled. “I really don’t think you need to worry. The year’s not even half over, everything’ll be fine. Wonderful.”

 “I hope so.”

 Harry nodded simply tucking Draco’s head under his chin and stroking the other boy’s belly.

 “It will. Go back to sleep.”

 Draco smiled tiredly, and snuggled in, his lips nibbling absently at Harry’s neck as he drifted off to sleep, listening to Harry’s heartbeat.
 

The next morning Draco and Harry woke up to see Neville sitting by their bed, a tray in his hands with Ron standing behind him. He smiled as he handed it to them.
 “I’m really glad you guys are alright. Madame Pomfrey says you desperately need to eat, well she didn’t phrase it like that but I was worried and I’m babbling I’m sorry. I…”

 Harry smiled between wolfing down a breakfast he hadn’t known he was hungry for. “’S ok Neville, we’re fine.” His eyes lit as he gazed momentarily at Draco and Draco actually blushed. Neville giggled and stood.

 “We’ll, ahhh…leave you two alone? C’mon, Ron.” They left; and Harry watched happily as Ron walked so closely behind Neville he might as well have been plastered to his back.

 “We should get back to our dorms.”

 Harry turned to face the other boy. “Draco…”

 Draco smiled as he stood, fixing his clothes. “Just ‘cause something said at night sounds silly in the morning doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” His hand just barely brushed against Harry’s cheek as he turned. “I’ll see you in potions.”

 Harry sighed, getting out of bed. “Well good, maybe it’ll sound better eventually.”

 “What’ll soun’ bettah?”

 Harry nearly jumped a foot, spinning in place to face Emily.

 “N…nothing.”

 “’F I had a dime fah every time I heard dat…” (1) Emily smiled at Harry. “Now, speak.”

 “I…”

 “You’re in love with Draco.”

 “Ron!” Harry felt something panic in his chest, like his heart was beating a few miles per hour faster than it really should.

 “Well you are.” Ron sighed, letting a worried looking Neville take his hand and squeeze it. “I…he still bothers me, Harry, and I was so pissed at first that I couldn’t help but notice. I…well if he said anything back congratulations.” Ron blushed and Neville smiled sweetly. “He does love you. But Harry…he’s Draco Malfoy.”

 Harry grinned a bit. Relieved. “Exactly. He’s Draco.”
 
 

Sorry, it did take a lot longer than I expected, and it's kinda shorter than I'd like but I decided to stop teasin' ya guys.. I guess I haven’t really had the inspiration though.
1: Remember. Emily’s American, not British. Dimes, quarters, dollars, not pounds and pence.
Poll: ok…who do you think Bobby should be with? Bobby as in Iceman…I’m leaning towards Hank (Beast) but I know some people find that…objectionable. So I’m taking a poll, just remember. Gambit an’ Wolvie are taken. So pleeeeeeeaaaaase help me decided? It’s for the sequel to this.

Isabella
 
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