Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling, and therefore do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own this plot. Please do not sue, because all I can give you is a stick of sugarfree gum (which i want...MINE!). Enjoy!

Warning: This is Slash (meaning M/M relationships, for you newbies.) And the slash pairing WILL be Draco/Harry. Yes, this story does contain Het, (M/F relationships) such as Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, and a little Draco/Pansy, Harry/Pansy. Don't like? Don't read. Send me a flamer, if you want, but I warned you fair and square about the Slash. If you are one of those ppl that send me a flamer, I will put it on the site so everyone can see how lame you are that you didn't read the Warning.

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Draco's Desire, for making sure all of my sentances flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there is, let me know and i will be sure to slap her. Thx!

To Reviewer Slypantera: The Dominant in this story will most likely be Draco. I really can't ever see him as submissive. If you like Sub!Draco, let me know and maybe I'll add it in...

To Reviewer Dracosboi: Harry's powers are great, and the Battle Scene (which idk if I'm going to write...hmmm...let me know if you think I should...) would (is?) be awesome, because nothing in Harry Potter's life is boring. I also like your idea that Harry 'pulls out something amazing in the end'. I might have to look into that... ^__^

To Reviewer JoJo: Wow, you have quite a few questions. Hopefully i can answer them all efficently. Okay, so first... I spell 'hott' with a double 't' because it seperates it from the word 'hot' as to be to warm. ::shrugs:: Thought it'd be easier. Sorry if this distracts you.

About Harry giving his Cloak away...Draco does eventually learn about the Cloaks origin and gives it back. I guess Harry was just being a little (or a lot) OOC right there, huh? ^__^

And for the last question... you don't understand why Harry and Draco are suddenly civil. Okay, well...first, Harry likes Draco. That was mentioned in Chapter 1. Draco has thought of Harry before, but hasn't made a move because of Ginny. (Don't worry, Ginny will be out of the way shortly, but there will be someone else before Draco. ::smirks evilly::) And lastly, Draco's civil to Harry because he knows of Harry's powers. (Or at least some of them, until the bedroom scene.)

Hopefully I got all of them, JoJo, and that you'll continue to read my story. Glad you guys are liking it!

And a big thanks to: Jess-x, (my first reviewer!) Anti-Ginny/Harry, Draco's Desire, Slypantera, Amyordinary, Morgan, Dracosboi, Allison, L_C, BlueBlomst, and Kermit for reviewing my story. I LURVE YOU!


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Chapter 4: The Accident.

After the pep-talk, Harry and his team made there way out onto the pitch. Since Fred and George came back to school, they were the Beaters. They got people to run their shop when they were at school. Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet graduated, and Ron was the keeper, since Oliver Wood graduated after Harry’s third year.

When Harry was made Captain, he upgraded all his teammates brooms to Nimbus 2001’s. They were the second best broom, next to the Firebolt, which Harry rode. He figured he owed that much to his team.

“Alright, now I guess I’ll have to hold Quidditch Tryouts soon…we are missing Chasers. Ron, please tell all Gryffindors that I need Chasers. Tell Ginny - I think she’d be a good Chaser.” Ron nodded. “Alright, lets get up there and practice! But we’ll need a Chaser to do anything…”

“I’ll play, Potter.” Draco’s usual cold voice interrupted from the far side of the pitch.

“You can’t play, Malfoy. You’re a Slytherin. Or have you forgot?” Harry’s sarcasm rang, as the two boys in question made their way towards each other. With their brooms in hand, they got within a foot of each other and started to talk privately.

“Why can’t I play, Harry? It’s not like your going over strategies or anything! You’re just deciding if everyone is still good enough to play.” he said, but Harry still looked unconvinced. “Come on, Harry. If you see my mind trying to plot your techniques, block it or something. I know you can.” Draco said with a triumphant smirk.

Harry let out a defeated sigh and ran a hand through his already messy hair. “Alright, Draco. You’ll be a good chaser anyway; I know you won’t hold back at Ron.” Harry smirked as they walked back to Harry’s Team.

“Malfoy is going to play Chaser.” he said to them, and watched as they all let their jaws drop. “Don’t look at me like that! He’ll be good for us…I know he won’t hold back at all.” Harry reasoned.

He made his way to the box with the Quidditch Balls in it. At first, he let out only one Bludger - they were playing with less people - then let out the snitch. After that, he mounted his broom with the Quaffle in his hand.

Everyone went into the air after him. Draco came right up close for another private meeting.

“Hey, Harry?” Draco asked.

“What now, Draco?”

“Since when does your whole team have Nimbus 2001’s?” Draco questioned.

“Since I bought them for them. I owe that to my team. Now, I want you to take this Quaffle and shoot it at Ron. Don’t hold back; I’ll know if you do. Alright?” Draco nodded. “Watch his progress. Note how many he saves and how many he misses. I’m going to be watching Fred and George with the Bludger, and be on the lookout for the Snitch.”

Harry zoomed over to Fred and George, and had them hit the Bludger at each other. Harry noted they hadn’t missed a beat, and reassured them that they would remain on the team. Harry told them to watch Ron’s progress and shoot Bludgers at him to make it difficult. They mischievously agreed instantly.

Harry went on the search for the Golden Snitch. He saw a flash of gold, and turned in the direction of the flash of light. Harry sped after it as fast as his Firebolt would take him. The Snitch was swerving and curving about, making its way over by the goal posts. Harry raced towards it.

Suddenly, Harry heard someone scream his name, and Draco went right in front of him. He stopped abruptly; his head crashing with Draco’s. Draco stumbled back, and onto Harry’s broom before they both fell off.

Head-to-head contact, they fell together. Harry was aware that they were falling, and somehow Draco had gotten under him. But, at the last minute, Harry pulled Draco on top of him before they landed. They crashed on the ground and instantly blacked out.

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Draco woke up in the hospital wing. “Hello? Hello, I’m hurting over here!” he tried to say, but he wasn’t sure if he got the words out, or if he just shouted them in his head.

Answering his calls, Madam Pomfrey came to his bed. “Ah, Mr. Malfoy, you’re awake at last. That was some fall you took, you know. Gave us all a big scare, you and Mr. Potter did.” She said, while putting a damp sponge to his forehead. “I imagine you are feeling the after shock about now, Mr. Malfoy. Drink this.” Madam Pomfrey ordered, raising a cup to his lips.

It tasted like grass, but he didn’t care. As soon as the liquid touched his lips, the pain went away. “What happened?” He spoke for sure this time.

“We had to regrow thirty-six of your bones, Mr. Malfoy. Six in your right arm, nine in your left leg, four in your right leg, two minor ones in your left wrist, seven in your back, five in your right shoulder, and three in your left shoulder. If you think that’s bad,” she said, when Draco looked horrified, “You should have seen Mr. Potter. He saved your life, you know.”

“He saved my life?” Draco repeated. “How is he? Where is he?” he asked, looking around the Infirmary.

“He is in critical condition at St. Mungos, Mr. Malfoy.” Madam Pomfrey said. “Your little stunt yesterday caused Mr. Potter to cracked his skull in three places, and your head gave him a depressed skull fracture.” Her facial expression turned grim. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Mr. Malfoy, but Mr. Potter has had brain surgery. We believe he has lost part of his memory in the process, I’m afraid.”

“What?” he asked, taking in ragged gasps of breath. The swell expanded within Draco’s heart and he finally recognized the emotion for what it was - love.

Yes, love - for no other reason would have compelled Draco to concern Harry over himself. The safety of this person far exceeded the desire for his own safety; Harry became his sole interest.

“What part of his memory has he forgotten? What doesn’t he remember?” Draco asked on the verge of tears.

“Mr. Malfoy, it wasn’t what he forgot, it's whom.” Madam Pomfrey corrected. Draco looked at her in horror.

‘Please don’t let him forget me. Please don’t let him.’ he thought in his head. He was crying now. Hot tears ran freely down the side of his cheeks as he sobbed. He pulled his legs up to his chest.

“He has forgotten you, Mr. Malfoy. He doesn’t remember you, or having ever heard of you before. He remembers everything else, but…it’s like the time space continuum made its way around every single time he saw you, talked to you, dueled you, fought you…the world revolved around your presence in everything to him. I’m sorry.”

Draco screamed into his knees. He was sad, angry, and upset. And, him crying only made him feel like a child. He heard Madam Pomfrey’s voice and tried to pay attention.

“If he wakes up and stabilizes in a week, he will be released here. He is in a heavy coma, and we aren’t sure if he’ll make it out of it.” Madam Pomfrey was looking at the sobbing Slytherin on the bed, confused at why he would be responding this way.

Still sobbing, Draco looked up at her. “He’ll make it out of it. I promise you, he will. I know he will.”

Madam Pomfrey smiled at him, and brought him a tray full of soup and juice. She left him for a while to think.

And think he did. He thought of the way Harry spilled himself to Draco. Yesterday, Harry had told Draco all fourteen of his powers and abilities. He thought of how Harry saved his life on the Quidditch pitch. He thought of how much he loved him.

Draco ate his soup; a day without food is a long time for a Malfoy; and laid back down on his bed. He fell asleep almost instantly.

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When Draco next awoke, it seemed to be night. He looked over to his right, and gasped. There, in the next bed, lay Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Saved Draco’s Life. Draco got up from his bed, and made his way over to the young Gryffindor.

Draco looked at him and said, “I’m so sorry, Harry. I really am. I caused this. I was trying to save you from a Bludger accident, but I only made it worse. And, even if you don’t remember me anymore, I love you. When you wake up, I’m going to show you how much.”

Draco told him as he continued to look and observe the raven-haired boy. His head was bandaged up from the surgery and his right eye was swollen and bruised from where Draco’s head smashed into it when they landed.

Draco went back over to his bed and lay back down. He turned towards Harry, and fell back asleep thinking of him.

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Draco was released from the hospital that morning, but when Madam Pomfrey observed him again, she said he was in no emotional state to be away from Harry for too long. So, Draco sat in a chair by Harry’s bed day in and day out, continuing to stare at Harry, waiting for a response from him.

Madam Pomfrey kept telling Draco that ‘Even if he wakes up, he won’t be released right away.’. So, Harry would be in the Infirmary for another good four days after he awoke. Draco didn’t care. If Harry knew someone was on the outside wanting him back, he’d come back.

Three days went by, and Draco still got up every morning to sit by Harry. He got out every once and a while; to play Quidditch, to study, and to see his cronies. He even went to class once. He got all his materials from teachers a day in advance and studied everyday, from dawn till dusk.

On the next very early Saturday morning, five days after the accident, Harry opened his eyes. “Madam Pomfrey,” he said. “Madam Pomfrey, are you there?” Draco felt his heart sink.

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A/N: Ok, so what did you think of this one? Kinda short, huh? well, I'll think of posting more later today, but I don't know. Oh, and let me know if I should do a Battle Scene between Harry and Voldemort. I was kinda thinking about it, and my reviewer, Dracosboi, thought Harry should have something so new and he uses it to kill Voldemort. Hmmm... ^_^

Oh, btw... next chapter I'm going to give you a summary of some of my other stories, so you can review and tell me which one I should start posting next, k? Alright, see you next chapter!

DUE TO FALSE ACCUSATIONS BROUGHT UPON ME, I AM CEASING TO ASK FOR REVIEWS ON THIS STORY.