Mirkys Drabble Chain

Title: Drabble 32 - Void

Pairing: Harry . House

Fandom: Harry Potter Xover House

The first time Harry met House he had been amused... the second time annoyed... by the third visit Harry had been forced to inflict a harsh flick to the man’s nose. "Shut up, stretch out that leg, and take it like a man Dr. House." If you never saw a gruff doctor huff you've never lived. Harry had been so amused because it reminded him oddly of Professor Snape.

Soon thereafter Harry was confronted with the man every day, sometimes twice a day. A quick glance through the man’s surface thoughts showed that House had a crush on him... on him. Flattered yet unsure why, he refused to press deeper. He felt guilty enough as it was but not too much that he didn’t take a moment to really look at the doctor. The Sarcastic and critical doctor who grouched with every therapy session had in fact dug beneath Harry’s skin, almost like fungus, to a point where he actually cared.

Hu, that was new. Since the war Harry hadn’t taken a liking to anyone, not after the disaster with Ginny. Deciding to at least give it a chance Harry figured fair was fair so he went out of his own way to bug the good doctor. Dropping by at the most frustrating times to say a quick hello or point out a rumpled shirt or to tell the man “Chin up Doc.” It was a familiar dance that had the staff of the hospital placing bets and then it happened.

A grief stricken husband of a dying patient snapped believing no one cared when in fact there really was no cure for whatever ailed his wife. Unable to bare it and believing the hospital was against him stormed into the hospital spitting fire. Before security could get to the man he had grabbed the first person to cross his path in the crowded lobby and shoved a serrated hunting knife into a member of the staffs gut. Now someone could feel what he felt.

Only that someone just happened to be Harry Potter who had been on his way out.

Patients and staff screamed as security finally managed to arrest the man but Harry was on the ground bleeding and stunned. He could taste the blood; it felt warm on his hands and sticky as it stained his clothes and the floor. He lost consciousness as he was manhandled onto a gurney and rushed to emergency.

When House caught wind of just who had been attacked from a sobbing nurse he was quick to limp his way to where Harry was being cared for swearing beneath his breath of “Attention seeking Brats.”

Moved from critical care to his own personal room Harry awoke to an unshaven pissed off House. The man had stood tall and imposing and for a moment Harry was afraid the doctor would pull one of the many plugs attached to him. Instead the doctor dropped his walking stick on his stomach, before Harry could swear as a wave of pain hit him his chin was grabbed by rough fingers and kissed. It was a simple press of lips but it was enough to make the machine monitoring his heart spike.

House pulled away and for a moment they just stared, their dance coming to an abrupt end. “You need to shave.” Harry managed to say.

“And you need a mint.” House uttered in that gruff tone of his but Harry merely smiled, gripped the man’s rumpled shirt and pulled him down for a quick snog.