Fic: You're Going To Be Okay
....just finishing up some old H/D fics i has holed away...
Title: You're Going To Be Okay
Author: Witblogi
Pairing: implied H/D (sort of?)
Rating: PG
Words: 1185 ish
Warnings: angsty, sad, written before Dealthy Hallows a.k.a. AU
Summary: Draco is sent upon a rescue mission to find a surely dead Harry Potter
You're Going To Be Okay
“Argh!” Draco tripped again. “ Bloody weeds!” he hissed shooting a few curses at the root in spite of them having no real effect on the plant. He was just…frustrated. Yes, he was worn out and dirty and hungry and all he wanted was to go home or…find what ever was left of his home and start over.
This stupid war was something he couldn’t even comprehend anymore. It’d gone on too long, and he just wanted to wash his hands of it. He’d learned in the beginning all you could count on in desperate times was yourself. Right now, his will power was seriously failing. He wasn’t one for all night searches and raids and throwing battle hexes for hours, he’d been born and bred for pampering!
Cursing again as he felt something wet brush his cheek he wiped his sleeve over the effected area. Pulling on another scowl, he continued to search the thick forest and underbrush. He’d been at it for hours and honestly couldn’t remember the reason any more.
Oh, that’s right, Voldemort was dead, the world was saved but dear precious saint Potter had vanished. Couldn’t they all just accept he was dead? Obviously that great of a magical shock wave couldn’t have been caused by some random jelly legs jinx. Despite being brilliant, Granger was quite thick for even organizing this stupid search.
Potter, if he was alive, wouldn’t have wandered this far into the forest. It was impossible, even if he did survive that kind of power surge he would have been exhausted. Draco muttered to himself and illuminated two very scared looking mice, who promptly scampered off and revealed a thatch of gleaming leaves.
Draco stooped to inspect. They were bloody, fresh blood too, obviously who ever or what ever had been injured was near by. Standing again and raising his wand light, he called out.
“ Is any one there?” not expected a reply, but pausing just the same, he listened to the sounds of the night. He was about to take another step when a moan startled him.
“ Hello?” his eyes probed the underbrush looking for any trampled grass, disrupted habitat, anything. He shuffled forward just enough to catch sight of a clearing a few paces in front of him. How hadn’t he noticed it before?
Moving more quickly, he found himself facing a dirty, bloody, crumpled, barely conscious Harry Potter. He quickly sent up the sparks that alerted anyone nearby, and healers, to come help.
Draco took another step closer, trying to decide what to do. Potter was in bad shape, he needed medical treatment immediately. He took another step, hunching to get a better view when Potter’s head lolled to the side.
Eyes, just as green as he’d ever seen them, lethargically evaluated him.
“ M-mal-“ Potter tried speaking and failed; instead only beginning to cough and spit blood out of his mouth.
“ I’m not-not going to hurt you,” Draco said hesitantly, dropping to his knees in the brush before looking over his shoulder, where was everyone? A disturbed laugh coming from before him made Draco turn back to Potter.
“ Y-you couldn’t h-hurt me,” he wheezed, trying to focus but ending up just blinking and clutching his side in obvious pain.
“ Yes, you’re the savior, I’m your humble minion, hurrah for you. The Healers should be here soon,” he sighed why did he have to find Potter? This was awkward; instead of trying to comfort like he probably should have, he tried to remember some first aid spells he’d learned long ago.
“ Why-why…when you hate me?” Potter squinted at his own sentence like it was before his eyes. Draco sighed, he didn’t want to have a heart to heart with someone who looked like they were about to curl up and die.
“ I-I never hated you.” He found himself beginning to babble, another new thing he’d discovered in the war’s wake, in tense situations, he babbled, “ I was just…sour because you rejected my friendship, and you were good at everything, I was just jealous, no matter what you did it was right,” he let the words roll off his tongue without even thinking about the potential backlash of them. He just wanted those bloody slow healers to pick up their robes and get there faster.
“ Jel-jea-“ Potter tried to laugh again and it turned into another round of coughing and spitting up of blood.
“ Look,” Draco found himself reaching out to steady Potter or something of that nature. “ Why don’t you just relax, don’t talk, you’re in pain,” he said tightly. What was taking so long?
“ N-n I was Jel’s ‘f you,” Potter sighed staring up into Draco’s eyes, and appearing more defeated than anything else. Draco couldn’t look away now, he just stared down at him, “ So, smart, calm…pretty…” his heavy eyelids drooped before bobbing back up as he reached his bloody dirt caked hand to Draco’s relatively clean white one.
Draco found himself reaching out too.
“ You’re going to be okay…” he found himself saying with no real thought behind it. He didn’t know if Potter would be okay with the healers taking so bloody long. Potter blinked and looked up at the canopy above them.
“ ‘Never thought ‘d die like this.” He paused to cough, squeezing Draco’s hand “ Wanted to in th’ arms ‘f someone ‘ho cared,” he whispered obviously weakening by the second.
Draco squeezed the other hand harder; willing a responding strong touch from the other boy. He swallowed hard, that’s all they were, just boys. It wasn’t Potter’s time; he still had too many chances to beat Draco at Quidditch, and have lots of little smart ass red haired nephews. He simply couldn’t die yet.
Suddenly just his hand on Harry didn’t seem enough. If their positions were reversed would Draco want Potter holding him? Would he want anyone holding him? Just to let him know he wasn’t alone in this world? Yes.
Draco roused Harry from his partly unconscious state as he re-arranged himself on the grass and pulled the limp bruised body close, and into his arms.
“ You’re going to be okay,” he said firmly, rocking slightly more for himself than anything. He would be okay if Potter was. He felt a hand weakly grasp the front of his shirt and looked down at Potter who forced his lips into action.
“ Thank you…Draco,” he whispered before closing his eyes again while Draco closed his own. He wouldn’t cry, that would be completely inappropriate. If anyone found them like this, him blubbering all over Potter’s body, well he’d never live it down.
The tears escaped anyways as he rocked and sighed again, ”you’re going to be okay p…Harry,”
The hand curled into his shirt slipped a fraction from it’s hold, Draco drew in a ragged gasp and watched as the hand fell and the body in his arms went limp one last time. Rocking more forcefully, Draco whispered to himself now, “ You’re going to be okay…”
Title: You're Going To Be Okay
Author: Witblogi
Pairing: implied H/D (sort of?)
Rating: PG
Words: 1185 ish
Warnings: angsty, sad, written before Dealthy Hallows a.k.a. AU
Summary: Draco is sent upon a rescue mission to find a surely dead Harry Potter
You're Going To Be Okay
“Argh!” Draco tripped again. “ Bloody weeds!” he hissed shooting a few curses at the root in spite of them having no real effect on the plant. He was just…frustrated. Yes, he was worn out and dirty and hungry and all he wanted was to go home or…find what ever was left of his home and start over.
This stupid war was something he couldn’t even comprehend anymore. It’d gone on too long, and he just wanted to wash his hands of it. He’d learned in the beginning all you could count on in desperate times was yourself. Right now, his will power was seriously failing. He wasn’t one for all night searches and raids and throwing battle hexes for hours, he’d been born and bred for pampering!
Cursing again as he felt something wet brush his cheek he wiped his sleeve over the effected area. Pulling on another scowl, he continued to search the thick forest and underbrush. He’d been at it for hours and honestly couldn’t remember the reason any more.
Oh, that’s right, Voldemort was dead, the world was saved but dear precious saint Potter had vanished. Couldn’t they all just accept he was dead? Obviously that great of a magical shock wave couldn’t have been caused by some random jelly legs jinx. Despite being brilliant, Granger was quite thick for even organizing this stupid search.
Potter, if he was alive, wouldn’t have wandered this far into the forest. It was impossible, even if he did survive that kind of power surge he would have been exhausted. Draco muttered to himself and illuminated two very scared looking mice, who promptly scampered off and revealed a thatch of gleaming leaves.
Draco stooped to inspect. They were bloody, fresh blood too, obviously who ever or what ever had been injured was near by. Standing again and raising his wand light, he called out.
“ Is any one there?” not expected a reply, but pausing just the same, he listened to the sounds of the night. He was about to take another step when a moan startled him.
“ Hello?” his eyes probed the underbrush looking for any trampled grass, disrupted habitat, anything. He shuffled forward just enough to catch sight of a clearing a few paces in front of him. How hadn’t he noticed it before?
Moving more quickly, he found himself facing a dirty, bloody, crumpled, barely conscious Harry Potter. He quickly sent up the sparks that alerted anyone nearby, and healers, to come help.
Draco took another step closer, trying to decide what to do. Potter was in bad shape, he needed medical treatment immediately. He took another step, hunching to get a better view when Potter’s head lolled to the side.
Eyes, just as green as he’d ever seen them, lethargically evaluated him.
“ M-mal-“ Potter tried speaking and failed; instead only beginning to cough and spit blood out of his mouth.
“ I’m not-not going to hurt you,” Draco said hesitantly, dropping to his knees in the brush before looking over his shoulder, where was everyone? A disturbed laugh coming from before him made Draco turn back to Potter.
“ Y-you couldn’t h-hurt me,” he wheezed, trying to focus but ending up just blinking and clutching his side in obvious pain.
“ Yes, you’re the savior, I’m your humble minion, hurrah for you. The Healers should be here soon,” he sighed why did he have to find Potter? This was awkward; instead of trying to comfort like he probably should have, he tried to remember some first aid spells he’d learned long ago.
“ Why-why…when you hate me?” Potter squinted at his own sentence like it was before his eyes. Draco sighed, he didn’t want to have a heart to heart with someone who looked like they were about to curl up and die.
“ I-I never hated you.” He found himself beginning to babble, another new thing he’d discovered in the war’s wake, in tense situations, he babbled, “ I was just…sour because you rejected my friendship, and you were good at everything, I was just jealous, no matter what you did it was right,” he let the words roll off his tongue without even thinking about the potential backlash of them. He just wanted those bloody slow healers to pick up their robes and get there faster.
“ Jel-jea-“ Potter tried to laugh again and it turned into another round of coughing and spitting up of blood.
“ Look,” Draco found himself reaching out to steady Potter or something of that nature. “ Why don’t you just relax, don’t talk, you’re in pain,” he said tightly. What was taking so long?
“ N-n I was Jel’s ‘f you,” Potter sighed staring up into Draco’s eyes, and appearing more defeated than anything else. Draco couldn’t look away now, he just stared down at him, “ So, smart, calm…pretty…” his heavy eyelids drooped before bobbing back up as he reached his bloody dirt caked hand to Draco’s relatively clean white one.
Draco found himself reaching out too.
“ You’re going to be okay…” he found himself saying with no real thought behind it. He didn’t know if Potter would be okay with the healers taking so bloody long. Potter blinked and looked up at the canopy above them.
“ ‘Never thought ‘d die like this.” He paused to cough, squeezing Draco’s hand “ Wanted to in th’ arms ‘f someone ‘ho cared,” he whispered obviously weakening by the second.
Draco squeezed the other hand harder; willing a responding strong touch from the other boy. He swallowed hard, that’s all they were, just boys. It wasn’t Potter’s time; he still had too many chances to beat Draco at Quidditch, and have lots of little smart ass red haired nephews. He simply couldn’t die yet.
Suddenly just his hand on Harry didn’t seem enough. If their positions were reversed would Draco want Potter holding him? Would he want anyone holding him? Just to let him know he wasn’t alone in this world? Yes.
Draco roused Harry from his partly unconscious state as he re-arranged himself on the grass and pulled the limp bruised body close, and into his arms.
“ You’re going to be okay,” he said firmly, rocking slightly more for himself than anything. He would be okay if Potter was. He felt a hand weakly grasp the front of his shirt and looked down at Potter who forced his lips into action.
“ Thank you…Draco,” he whispered before closing his eyes again while Draco closed his own. He wouldn’t cry, that would be completely inappropriate. If anyone found them like this, him blubbering all over Potter’s body, well he’d never live it down.
The tears escaped anyways as he rocked and sighed again, ”you’re going to be okay p…Harry,”
The hand curled into his shirt slipped a fraction from it’s hold, Draco drew in a ragged gasp and watched as the hand fell and the body in his arms went limp one last time. Rocking more forcefully, Draco whispered to himself now, “ You’re going to be okay…”