Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Bludger ❯ The Bludger ( Chapter 1 )

I don't own these characters…cuz if I did…they would be naked more and in more compromising situations…yea?, yea.

 

The Bludger

 

The bludger was headed for Potter. I swear, he has the worst luck with flying balls. Except the snitch, of course. Potter was flying above me when the collision happened. Before any thoughts even registered in my head, he landed on my broom. He was holding tight to my robes to stay on the wood and had a panicked look in his eyes. Those emerald eyes locked onto mine and I soon noticed how close we were. He leaned forward like he was going to do something, but suddenly he collapsed on me.

 

The idiot passed out.

 

His grip on my robes loosened and I grabbed his sides so he wouldn't fall off. It was at that moment that I saw the bludger heading back for us. With the added weight it wasn't too hard to make the broom duck down. The air from the bludger ruffled our hair.

 

"Idiot...what're you trying to do, get us both killed?"

 

I guided the broom down to the ground and passed him off to Pomfrey. My chest is tight wondering if he is OK. I've come to terms with my feelings for Potter, but still can't show them. He even still thinks I hate him. Malfoys were always known for their ability to act. Even when it kills them inside.

 

Word in the corridor is that Potter's all right. They said that he hasn't regained consciousness yet, but he will.

 

 

I wake in the dark, disturbed. Why can't I sleep? Snores break the still night around me. Knowing that sleep will not come again until I see him, I quietly climb from my bed and pull on a robe. In the common room, I run into two Slytherins snogging. Unnoticed by them, I slip into the hallway. Soon I am at the doors to the Hospital Wing. Taking a deep breath and praying not to run into Pomfrey, I open the doors and enter.

 

It's been a while, but the large room still looks the same. I guess it never changes. Long shadows lay across the floor from the moon shining outside the windows. He's the only one there. Blanket pulled up to his neck. And only now do I realize it is cold. I pad quietly to him, and freeze as he rolls over. When I'm is sure he's still asleep, I walk to his bedside and just stare. Without the glasses he's so beautiful. But he's still Potter.

 

I jump when a single green eye opens. His mouth twitches into a smile and he says, "I knew you didn't hate me." His tone of voice makes me want to yell at him, or act childish and say, "Of course I do, what are you talking about?!" But no words will come. Another bleary eye blinks open and he reaches blindly for his glasses, getting them on the first try. Shows you how many times he's been here.

 

"Is the Slytherin hot boy actually speechless? I thought Slytherins were full of witty repertoire."

 

"I thought you weren't supposed to be awake."

 

"Well, I woke up around dusk and Pomfrey told me to go to sleep. She said I had a concussion from the bludger hit. So, are you checkin' up on me?"

 

"No, why would I be doing that?"

 

Potter shut his eyes and spoke softly as if he was in pain. "Come here." I leaned down and he waved me closer. Suddenly there were hands on my neck and lips on my mouth. Potter was kissing me?...Potter...HARRY JAMES POTTER was kissing me! Before I could respond or even think, it was over. Potter lay back and smirked. He bloody smirked! His eyebrows pulled together and a hand waved in front of my eyes.

 

"Malfoy...hey, Malfoy."

 

I blinked a few times and glared down at Potter. Er, it was more like 'Glazed looked' down at Potter.

 

"So, was I right?"

 

Coherent thought was still a bit of a stretch for me. "Right? About what?"

 

"Man, I must be good. You aren't sounding like yourself, Malfoy. Right about you liking me."

 

Curse my pale skin! It always makes blushes more noticeable. Potter's laughing and I know I'm caught.

 

"Do you wanna know why the bludger was targeting me so much?" I nodded. "Well, I like you, if that little display shows anything. And, we didn't know if you liked me, sooo...I had Ron charm the bludger to attack me so we could see if you would save me. As it is, you came to see me at night in the hospital ward. So, I'm right, aren't I?"

 

"YOU STUPID GRYFFINDOR! You could've got yourself killed! What in hell's name were you thinking?! God, you guys just blindly run into stuff without thinking, don't you?! I'm beginning to understand why Granger's always harping on the both of you about not thinking first! OH, god...I agree with Granger...YOU IDIOT!"

 

I whacked Harry upside the head and he moaned in pain. Instantly I was caring and sweet. I don't even know how the mood swing happened. "I'm sorry. But you can be such a fucking idiot sometimes."

 

I rubbed Potter's head and marveled at how soft the messy hair was. Potter reached up and took my hand from his head. "Malfoy, it's freezing! Do you have some kind of death wish or something?! Your skin is like ice! Get in!" Potter dropped my hand and moved the covers. I felt my eyes widen as it hit me.

 

"No, I… couldn't. What about Pomfrey? What do think she'll suppose when she comes out to check on you?"

 

Potter hooked an arm around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. He pulled away and whispered, "I don't really care what she thinks. You're going to freeze and I will kill you if you don't get in here." Well, put that way... I soon found myself snuggled up in the warmth of the hospital blankets with Potter. Soon after, he fell asleep. I looked at him, so peaceful and kissed his scar.

 

"Sweet dreams, idiot."

 

Another smile formed on Potters lips.

 

"Only sweet if you're in them."

 

I rolled my eyes and let sleep take over, not wondering how we were going to explain this in the morning when the world came back.