Drarry

Ron, Harry, and Hermione lay in the common room silently. Harry was looking out the window as he ran his fingers through his hair. Ron had his head upon Hermione’s lap, who was reading ‘Hogwarts: a history’.
“Horrible conditions for quidditch… surprising how fast weather can change…” Harry said, mainly to Ron.
Ron didn’t open his eyes but merely nodded. Thunder rumbled alongside the sound of crackling fire with cracks of lightning flashing through the sky. Hermione cast a dark look at the fire every time it crackled loudly and muttered under her breath “slave labor…”
Harry’s eyelid got heavy and drooped over his eyes. He dozed off to sleep. He had no dreams that night, just dreamless sleep.
He was awoken by violent shaking and Rons voice shouting “Harry! Harry, wake up!” Harry opened his eye and blinked in a bemused sort of way.
“What…?” Harry said groggily.
“Get up! The quidditch match is today! Hurry, you need to fuel yourself!”
Harry stood up and stretched. He made his way down to the Great Hall where many Gryffindors slapped Harrys back and wished him good luck. By the time Harry had gotten to sit down his back hurt. Harry’s stomach squirmed so much it felt like snakes were trying to break out of his stomach. He could hardly eat.
As he got into his quidditch robes everyone was silent. They were playing Slytherin, and they played dirty. The Gryffindor team got onto the field. Madam Hooch released the blugers and the snitch, then threw up the quaffle starting the games.
Harry flew far above the game hoping he would be able to spot the snitch but in this weather it seemed impossible. Then he saw a small glint of golden light just below him. He sped down hoping it hadn’t moved but it was gone. The handle of his broom was getting harder and harder to stay on and the pouring rain wasn’t helping matters. Then a bludger smashed into Harry throwing him off the broom and knocking him out. The last thing he remembered was falling before he blacked out.
(to get the gist I think we need Draco’s perspective <3)
A loud crack caught Draco’s attention from trying to find the snitch. He turns to the noise and Bole had swung his bat and hit the bludger. He was obviously aiming for something because his eyes were locked upon something above Draco. He looked up and Harry was above him not paying attention. It smashed into him knocking him of his broom. Draco flew under him and held out his arms, trying to cushion his fall. Draco swerved backwards barley catching him. He drifted down to the grass and lied the unconscious Harry down.
Malfoy shook Harry lightly.
“Wake up… Harry, wake up…” He tried to keep his tone casual but there was a hint of panic in his voice.
He shook him harder and repeated, “Harry, wake up…”
Professor McGonagall ran onto the field and crouched down next to Harry. With a flick of her wand stretchers appeared and Harry started to drift upon the stretchers.
Ron and Hermione both ran to the field casting Draco odd looks but went along with it. As Harry drifted towards the castle draco squeezed Harry’s hand hoping Harry felt it and knew he was going to be okay.
(IN THE CASTLES HOSPITALYLYYYY BACK TO HARRYS PERSPECTIVE)

Harrys eye fluttered open and to his absolute surprise not only was Ron, Hermione and the Gryffindor team there, but also Draco Malfoy. Draco pulled his hand away from Harrys as if it had been burnt. His pale cheeks flushed pink and avoided Harrys eyes. Harry had realized Draco had been holding his hand a felt his face go hot and turned his attention to Ron and Hermione.
“What happened…?” He asked quietly.
Okay, He wasn’t imagining it. Everyone seemed to be extremely awkward around him. None of them made eye contact and Draco was backing away.
Hermione cleared her throat and said rather awkwardly, “Well… The Slytherin Beater, Bole, swung at you and hit you and, uh, you fell…” She trailed off.
“And Dumbledore caught me with Magic…? Right…?” Harry Predicted.
“Oh… well not quite… Uh” she glanced at Draco who was now opening the door and backing out. “You fell into Malfoy, and he caught you and- “She burst out and to stop herself she covered her mouth. Harry’s face went hot, and he was willing to bet the world his face was red.
“Oh… Right…” Harry started to feel tingly all over. “I- I’m tired, I think I’m going to sleep a bit.” The Gryffindor’s nodded and murmured in agreement before setting off and leave harry alone to bathe in his thoughts.
That night He heard the door creaking open and footsteps. Harry assumed it was Madam Pomfrey going to her Office, but then his curtain swished open and standing there, was not Madam Pomfrey, but Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy looked slightly shook that Harry was still away but then relieved.
“Uh- Hi… Good morning- I mean Evening… Good Evening… Potter.” He nodded to harry awkwardly. Harry propped himself up and scooted to one side of the bed making room for Malfoy to sit down.
“Sit, Y-know. Just in case ol’ Pomfrey comes to check on her office…” Harry felt immediately embarrassed. ‘“Ol’ Pomfrey?!” What are you, a kindergartener?!’ He argued with his mind.
Malfoy Sat next to Harry crossing his legs and turned to sit in front of him so they could talk face to face.
“How are you?” he asked, he looked as if something else was on his mind but he didn’t know if he should say it.
Harry opened his mouth to say something but closed his mouth and froze. He sighed and threw himself onto Draco. It was a shock for himself but an even bigger shock for Draco. He hugged Draco and after hesitating Draco hugged him back.
“Thank you for… Uh… saving me…” Harry Whispered in Draco’s ear.
“Anytime… Pottah..”