Chapter 9
It had been about a week since the kiss.
Draco had to admit, it was the best kiss he’d ever experienced.
Since then, Draco’s visits got even more frequent, as impossible as it may seem. Harry had been getting better, but not substantially so. Although the number of his injuries was decreasing, at the current rate, it would take a while for Harry to be fully healed. Draco huffed to himself, stabbing his fork into some mac and cheese, courtesy of Hermione
The only reason that he was in the Great Hall, not in the room with Harry today was because, for some reason, every single teacher had decided that today would be the day that they all collectively assigned more homework than ever before.
Draco moodily worked through his assignments, taking up a large portion of the table. After working for Merlin knows how long, Draco felt a tap on his shoulder. He whipped around to tell them off, stopping when he saw Hermione.
“Oh! Sorry, Hermione. I’m a bit stressed at the moment.” Draco instantly apologized, gesturing to the mounds of work surrounding him. Hermione waved him off, smiling widely. Draco gave her a confused look. She pointed to the entrance to the great hall, practically jumping up and down. Draco looked to the entrance, gasping comically.
Harry waved to Draco, grinning madly. He ran over to where Draco and Hermione were standing. His skin was completely free from any blisters, cuts, or bruises. Draco matched his smile, jumping up from his seat.
“You look great!” He exclaimed, engulfing Harry in a hug. Harry laughed into Draco’s shoulder.
“What, are you saying I didn’t look great before?” Harry gasped dramatically. Draco didn’t respond, breaking the hug.
He stared into Harry’s eyes for a few moments, gently running his fingers along the fully healed skin. Draco smiled again, pulling Harry into a deep kiss.
When a gasp sounded from behind Harry, they instantly separated. It was Ron. His mouth opened and closed in a manner resembling a goldfish. Draco shared a brief look with Harry, who seemed more unsure than anything else.
“Ron,” Draco greeted, a ghost of bite in his voice. Ron snapped his mouth shut, looking surprised. He paused, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco. He sighed.
“Draco,” He responded, wincing slightly. Hermione and Harry shared ecstatic looks.
Harry gave Draco a grateful smile, taking his hand. Harry tilted his head up to give Draco a short kiss. Draco pulled away first.
“So,” Draco smiled mischievously. “I hear you actively stalk me?” Harry’s jaw dropped, and he glared in Hermione’s direction. Draco snickered.
“Piss off, Malfoy.”
“Never, Potter.”