I can\'t breathe!

Draco cursed under his breath as he pulled the covers off of his legs, sticky with sweat from his dreams. He looked around at his dorm-mates. He had come accustomed to the soft snoring and wheezing that came from his noisy friends. No, aqaintances. Sure, he hung around them, but they more lackeys then anything else. Just because he was forced into contact with the other slytherin boys of his year, didn\'t mean he had to like them. But either way, these loud men did comfort Draco. With them hanging around, he didn\'t feel so alone.

Another nightmare from his childhood had haunted him tonight. The touch of cold steel slicing through skin. Tasteaste of his own blood. Nothing to see but the darkness lurking around him. Nothing to hear but his father\'s voice, rich in a vicious laugh. The feel of the binds wrapped around his rists and ankles. The feeling of knowing you had nowhere to go. Knowing no one could hear your smothered screams. Can\'t breathe. \"I can\'t breathe!\" He gasped suddenly, coughing. The dream replayed in his head almost every night, exactly like it had happened. Soon he regained his disposition, but he always woke up sam same way. Needing air.

His mind swarmed with recollections of what would happen today. A quidditch match, against gryffindors. He sighed inwardly, he hated playing the gryffindors. Now, Draco wouldn\'t admit this to anyone, but he knew Harry was a better seeker. And they nearly always lost against the goody little lions. He was not one who could hold losing well.

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Teachers and students filled the stands, cheering and waving for their house teams. The annoucer beamed over the speakers, as the game began. It wasn\'t far into the game that Harry and Draco spotted the snitch. The both set out, battling broomsticks and sneers, both leaning on their brooms to get as much speed as they could possibly get. Both boys reached out, the sweat was poruing down their faces, and shivers tingled down their spines as they both touched the snitch.

In an effort to peel it from Harry\'s hands, Draco shoved, causing Harry to loose balance and fall off his broom. But Harry wouldn\'t let go, he held tightly with one hand on the snitch. He reached up, grabbing hold of Draco\'s robes in a desperate attempt to save himself from falling those depths, but this made Draco tip, and he too fell.Together they tumbled from the broom, still trying fighting and viciously throwing punches at the other. But neither let go of the snitch.

Screams of terror from most of the students were he as as Harry grabbed hold of the quidditch hoop. Draco was gripping Harry\'s waist, one hand on the snitch. But the quickness of Harry\'s grab for the hoop caused Draco to slam his head into the metal pole, and both boys once again began to fall, this time one unconcious.

The snitch was dropped from both of their hands, as they both hit the quidditch pitch. Harry landed on his leg, twisting it in an odd position as he fell forward. Both boys were now oblivious to what went on around them, curled up together in a heap of wounds and blood. The snitch rolled out from under Harry, and the game was called off by Dumbledore, as both boys were rushed to the hospital wing.
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\"I Can\'t BREATHE!\" Draco woke up with a start, and immediatly his hand went to his head as he felt this dizzy haze fall over him. He looked around at the white walls of the hospital room. His eyes landed on his rival, Harry Potter. Suddenly, memories of what happened popped into his mind. Harry and him, fighting for the snitch. Briefly, he puzzled over who won, but he couldn\'t remember much past that about his day, yesterday, but his thoughts were stopped as the boy in the bed beside him woke up.

\"What?\" Harry said softly as he rubbed his eyes and scratched his chest, looking down at his leg wrapped up in hospital tape. Poppy ran in the minute he woke up, and started to hush Draco and Harry back into a laying position.

\"You boys had quite a nasty fall!\"

\"Who won?\" Harry asked quietly. Draco sighed deeply, he had been wondering the same thing.

\"Neither, now, Draco you had quite a nasty blow to the head. And Harry, your leg should be healing up nicely. Your friends are outside, will I invite them in?\"

\"Yes.\" Harry said simply, looking over at Draco and scowling. Poppy left the room and Harry turned carefully to Draco, the scowl still present on his face. \"We would\'ve won if you hadn\'t of shoved me!\"

\"Oh, Potty, Ive had my share of head injurys but that doesn\'t make me stupid. You know we would\'ve won if you hadn\'t grabbed my robes. \" Draco smirked at him, and looked over at the door as Hermione and Ron tumbled in, arms wide and filled with candies and trinkets for Harry.

\"Oh Harry! How are you? Are you alright? Everyone was so worried,\" She said as she dumped the goodies on the end of Harry\'s bed, and gave him a big hug.

\"Im fine.\" Harry said. He barely cracked a smile, as Hermione cuddled against him. Harry simply patted her back. Draco grinned, maybe Harry really didn\'t like the little-know-it-all mudblood as much as he let on. Ron gave Harry a hit on the arm, and Harry winced.

\"Oi, sorry mate. Just thought it was your leg,\" Ron laughed whole-heartedly at his friends expense.

Poppy came back in, glaring at the way the two students were touching her injured pupil. \"Please, they need rest,\" She ushered the two out, but Draco couldnt help notice the \'goodbye\' glare he got from the two. \"Now, Sleep. Youre out of classes for at least today.\" And she waddled out, giving the boys a stern lookover.

Harry began to go through his presents, and simply sat back. He looked annoyed.

\"Whats wrong, Potter have too much fame? Or are you a little disappointed you didn\'t get more?\" Draco couldnt help it, he was jealous of him. Draco always felt lonely around Potter and the way he had friends. That fame. But Harry gave him a look that could cast an unforgiveable if possible.

\"Shut up, Malfoy! Im sick of you and all your little Slytherin buddies assuming that I enjoy getting mobbed all the time! I\'m not conceited. Do you know how many times I-\" Harry looked down suddenly, stopping himself from what was about to slip out of his lips. \"Nevermind. Just, I\'m not like you think, okay? So shut your little ferret mouth.\" Harry turned around, esing his leg off the bed, and inspecting the banddages.

Draco looked at Harry, and for a second he felt bad for him. Maybe Harry wasn\'t what people portrayed him to be. Maybe he was more, different. \"Anyway, Malfoy, since we are going to be off classes together, I do not wish to spend them in arguement. You can either not speak, or you can be nice to me.\"

\"What makes you think I\'ll pick either?\"

\"I wont share any of this with you.\" Harry said as he threw a chocolate frog over to Draco\'s bed. Draco usually didnt portake in the eating of sweets, but that was when his father was arouns ofs of now, he was alone. Alone with Harry, alone with Harry and he had chocolate. And he wasn\'t going to let this chance slip through his fingers. A rare occurance happened, Draco smiled, opened the package and took a quick bite of the chocolate frog before it could jump away.

\"Uh, thanks,\" Draco said with a mouthful of the messy stuff. He delighted in the taste. It had been along time since he had tasted chocolate. Draco sat down beside Harry, in awe of the way he was acting himself.

Harry let out a laugh, and let his finger trace the area around Draco lips, getting the smeared chocolate from around his mouth. He hadn\'t realized he was so close to Dracos lips, and he pulled himself back in embarrasment. They stared at eachother for a while, then looked away. Why had Draco felt so, so lightheaded? He shook himself, he had definatly hit his head hard. Draco swallowed the chocolate in his mouth without chewing.

Harry was busying himself with reading the cards, trying to ignore what had just happened. The situation with Draco had been all too weird for him, and if his leg hadn\'t been broken, he would be running right now. He heard loud coughing attempts behind him. He turned to see Draco nearly purple, and he was hitting himself in the chest, trying to dislodge the chocolate from his throat. Harry\'s heart raced as he stood on his wobbly legs. He was in great pain even trying to stand up, but he grabbed draco, wrapped his arms around his waist and began to give him the hynlicmanouver. His quick thrusting hands pressed hard, and finally Draco coughed eagerly, and it came out.

Draco was panting, and Harry sat down fast, Draco still in his lap. \"You okay?\"

\"Yes. Thanks...Potter.\"

Harry frowned, the words seemed to sting without any emotion attached to them. He wanted to wrap his arms around the man currently sitting inbetween his legs. But Draco for sure would beat him up..and Harry wasn\'t sure if the medicine he was on was making him feel this way or not. He decided he\'d wait till Draco caught his breath to do anything remotely similiar.

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