Okay I'm editing this like 50 years later and it bothers me to edit paragraphs bc I lose the comment for that paragraph and I hATE.
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The next day, as Madame Pomfrey had promised, Harry woke up to eggs and toast on his bedside; still warm.

He slid his glasses on and sighed. The smell of food nauseated him. Yet he still picked the plate up along with the fork, and began eating his eggs slowly.

He barely got three bites in before his curtains were yanked opened and closed just as quickly. And there stood Draco.

"Listen, I don't have long before your greedy friends show up," Draco huffed, crossing his arms, "So I came here to make sure you're eating."

"Awh, you care," Harry teased, taking another small bite from his eggs.

Draco glared at him, "shut up and eat your breakfast." He ordered, sitting on the chair next to Harry's bed once more.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'd give you the invisibility cloak but I currently don't have it."

"Just eat your breakfast, Potty."

"I can't," Harry replied, putting his plate back, "I'll vomit if I eat anymore."

Draco's face scrunched in disgust, "Fine. But if you don't eat lunch, I'll personally hex you," He stated, looking down at his pocket watch, "Anyway. I have to go. Goodluck, Scarface."

"Bye, love," Harry called to Draco sarcastically as he positioned himself more comfortably.

Draco almost froze at the last comment. Luckily his back was facing Harry so he couldn't see the amount of blush taking over his face and his wide eyes as he quickly made his way out of there.

It wasn't long after did Hermione, Ron, Luna, and Neville come in, everyone asking questions except for Luna.

After Harry hushed everyone, Hermione was the first to speak.

"Why was Malfoy in here?" She questioned, crossing her arms; a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"What?" Harry asked, raising a brow.

"Just as we rounded the corner to the hospital wing, Draco was coming out of that direction. His face was flushed." Hermione stated, and Ron nodded in agreement while Luna and Neville stayed out of the conversation.

"I don't know." Harry replied, "Maybe he hurt himself."

"I dont think so," Hermione said, raising a brow smugly.

"Anyway," Neville cut in, "How are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged, "light headed, I guess. I'm getting out the day after tomorrow."

"You should eat your breakfast, Harry," Luna suggested, her voice high and soft as usual, "Isn't that what you passed out from?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "I'm full."

"How do you do it, mate," Ron asked, "I love-"

"Eating, trust me, Ron, we know." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, sitting down on the seat next to Harry.

"It must get boring in here," Luna commented, looking around the white area that Harry was in, "there isn't much to do."

"Yeah, I know." Harry sighed, "I don't see why I need to stay two extra days. I feel perfectly fine."

"Uh-huh, and did you try walking yet?" Hermione asked, raising a brow.

Harry shook his head.

"Yeah, exaclty. Your legs would probably be terribly wobbly. You'd probably fall over, Harry."  Hermione explained softly.

Harry could tell Hermione was extremely mad at him, but just as much concerned for him and his well-being. She was like a mother, in all honesty.

Not that... Harry knew what that felt like... to have a mother...

"Anyways," Ron started, looking between Hermione and Harry, "Quidditch is supposed to be starting in February, since its storming too much this month." He explained to Harry, "Are you still up to be captain?"

"Of course," Harry replied almost instantly, "when will we be choosing the new team mates?"

"I was thinking around the beginning of February, since we won't be having an actual game until half way through February."

Harry nodded, about to say more until Madame Pomfrey showed up, "I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but Harry needs his rest- something he hasn't gotten much of recently," She explained to the group of friends, "So you all need to go."

Everyone nodded, understanding.
The last one to leave was Hermione, "I know something's going on between you and Draco," she paused with a fake glare, before grinning and throwing a wink Harry's way, "I'll keep a secret if you want to tell me." With that, she walked away.

Harry sighed, we aren't even friends, he thought to himself- finding himself quite disappointed at his new realization.

*

"Draco!" A voice called from behind, causing Draco to spin around, meeting eyes with Hermione.

It had taken forever to get Ron distracted enough to let her wonder off in peace to find Draco... Because she knew something he didn't, something Harry tried to keep from both of them.

"What is it, Granger." Draco sighed, closing the book he was reading with a 'snap.'

"What did you do to Harry?" Hermione questioned him.

"What are you talking about?" Draco furrowed his brows, "I haven't done a thing to him."

"Then why were you in the hospital wing? There was no one else in there except for Harry." Hermione crossed her arms.

"I wasn't feeling good so I went to speak with Madame Pomfrey, is that illegal, Granger?" Draco asked, "Anyway, it's none of your concern." He turned around, opening his book once more.

Hermiones cheeks flushed, and she blinked repeatedly as she talked, "Then why was your face flushed?" She asked, catching up to him, "I won't tell a soul."

"It was a side affect of the potion she had given me to get better." Draco replied dully, his lie easily making it through his mouth, "Now, if you'd excuse me," he said, sarcasm dripping off his words, "I have some reading to do- and it's really none of your business if I were visiting Potter, you know." With that, he left, leaving Hermione in the middle of the hall.

Hermione sighed to herself, but let it go.

*

"Oh, back again. My, Malfoy, if I didn't know better, I'd think you genuinely cared for me," Harry put a hand over his heart, "is it my charisma you're attracted to?"

"You wish," Draco scoffed, "I just came to see if you ate lunch and supper."

"So caring," Harry teased, before seriously adding; "Pomfrey wouldn't leave me alone until I ate half of each. Both resulting in puking it back up." Harry sighed, laying back against his mattress.

Draco sat at the end of the bed, looking down at his hands, "I told you you should've eaten, but nooo, Mr. Im too good for everything decided food was too mainstream."

Harry rolled his eyes, "oh, shut up, ferret. It isn't my fault."

"Oh?" Draco asked, turning to face him, "then whose was it?"

Harry turned his head, looking away from Draco, "never mind."

"No, really, whose was it?"

"It's not your problem to deal with." Harry hissed.

Draco paused, his mind going through the possibilities as to why Harry wasn't eating- he's never really thought about a reason behind it. He just thought Harry... wasn't...eating. As simple as that, even though Draco did ask why multiple times- Harry never really seemed to have a legitimate answer- but turns out, he did.

"Why weren't you eating." Draco asked more sternly.

Harry's jaw clenched, "Go away."

"Potter," Draco hissed, moving closer to Harry, "tell. Me."

"Why do you even care? You aren't meant to care about me. In fact, your soul purpose is to antagonize me." Harry snapped, making eye contact with Draco.

There wasn't much of a light in the hospital wing, really, it was just Harry's small lamp, on his bedside table, and the moonlight did very well on glinting Draco's silver eyes. If Harry wasnt as annoyed as he was currently, He'd probably have to hold himself back from kissing Draco right then and there.

Draco stood up, "well," he hissed, "obviously in the past few weeks I have grown to care for your stupid ass. But apperently you haven't realized."

Without another word, Draco stormed out of the wing, hurrying to the Slytherin Dungeons.

•••

Obviously I fucking care for you, Potter.
You're a fucking idiot if you haven't caught on yet.

I guess I'm not too good with showing my emotions, though.

I have always been taught that showing emotions are like showing how weak you are. Like it's an open opportunity to get hurt.

I've always been taugh that loving something will always result in weakness... because getting the thing you love taken away from you will distract you. And get you killed.

Maybe I was told lies.
But maybe its the truth as well.

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SOO I READ THE LAST CHAPTER AND THERES A SHITTUN OF TYPOS AND I WANTED TO REEDIT IT BUT I CANT.

SO I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TERRBLE CHAPTER FROM TWO DAYS AGO, I WROTE IT AT LIKE 7AM AND I WAS IN DESPERATE NEED FOR SLEEP.