Dedicated to luna_li_sitti

Harry supposes it's his fault.

He isn't paying attention, rushing to class, because he knows Snape is going to murder him long before Voldemort does if he doesn't get to Potions in time.

So he supposes it's his fault when he runs around a corner, and smacks into someone.

"Hey!" the boy- oh great, it's Draco- steps back. "Watch it, Potter!"

The blond shoves him, irritated, and Harry (who is still breathless and a little dizzy from running and maybe a little bit because Draco is so gorgeous) falls backwards, smacking his head on the wall.

He stays still as a searing, throbbing pain immediately shoots up his head, and for a brief second, he thinks Voldemort has come before he remembers that he hit his head.

"Get up, asshole," Draco's annoyed voice meets his ear, but Harry's head is spinning and he doesn't want to fight so instead he just keeps his eyes closed and waits for the pain to diminish.

"Harry?" Draco's voice is no longer irritated, more like... worried?

"Harry?" Now it's more desperate than anything. Draco is kneeling next to him, panicking.

"Oh God, no, Harry, you can't be dead, no no no no no. Oh please open your gorgeous fucking eyes, Harry please be alive."

Gorgeous? Harry doesn't move, wanting to see how Draco will react.

Draco's slender fingers are touching his neck now, feeling for a pulse. When he feels one, he breathes out gently. "Oh thank fuck."

Harry keeps his eyes closed, but a smile curves across his lips. "Gorgeous fucking eyes?"

He doesn't have to open his eyes to imagine the blood draining from Draco's face, but he does anyways, grinning still.

"Shut up, Potter. I knew you were faking it."

Harry raises an eyebrow, sitting up slowly. He gently feels the back of his head, and shows Draco the blood on his fingers.

"Not totally faking it," he murmurs. 

Draco is panicking again. "Jesus shit, Harry! We need to get you to the Hospital Wing, right now."

Harry nods slowly, and attempts to stand before he crumples again. The only thing that stops him from hitting his again is Draco's arms catching him.

"Jesus Christ, Potter, slow down." His voice is trying to keep the bitterness and annoyance it always has, but Harry, even with his possible concussion, can hear the worry and panic in it.

"Draco, calm down," he mumbles. "It hurts, but I'm not going to pass out. I'll be fine."

"I know you'll be fine," Draco snaps. "And don't call me Draco, it's weird."

"You called me Harry," Harry mumbles, grinning.

"Shut up." Draco wraps Harry's arm around his shoulders and helps him start walking.

"Draco?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"You called me Harry."

"You've mentioned that. That's not an answer."

"Well, you didn't answer mine," Harry retorts.

"You didn't ask me one."

"No, because you cut me off."

"Shut up, Potter. What do you want?"

"Why are you helping me?"

Draco hesitates for a moment before speaking. "What do you mean?"

"You were worried when I hit my head, and now you're helping me walk."

"Yeah, well, can't have our precious Saviour dying because of me. Everyone would want my head."

"Nice try. What's the real reason?" Harry asks.

Draco groans. "You know, you're real sharp for a guy with a bleeding head."

"Draaaaaccccoooo," Harry singsongs, reminding Draco of the question.

Draco frowns. "Fuck it, you probably won't remember this later anyways."

Harry raises both eyebrows, and decides not to mention that he will remember all of this.

"Because despite the fact that you're an annoying basket case with a blatant disregard for rules, and your hair looks like a mess all the time, I still manage to think you're attractive and have a bloody schoolgirl crush on you."

Harry blinks about three times, and then faints.

When he wakes up again, his head no longer hurts. Draco is long gone.

"Right, Mr. Potter. You should stay here another day for standard tests," Madame Pomfrey states.

Harry stands up, and grins at her. "Thanks for the offer, but no thanks."

As he dashes out the door, he hears "It wasn't an off- oh, forget it."

Draco. I need to find Draco. Harry repeats this in his head like a mantra, rushing through empty hallways and down corridors before he stops. 

I'm an idiot.

Class is in session! Harry mentally hits himself. What class is it now?

Potions.

Harry smirks slightly. Well, I suppose I'm a bit late for Potions.

He steps in the door, ignoring whatever nasty remark Snape throws at him, and grins, sitting in the seat right next to Draco.

The blonde stiffens, throwing a glare at him. "Why are you sitting next to me, Potter?" he hisses as Snape continues the lesson.

Harry turns his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I figured you'd wanna see my 'gorgeous green eyes' again."

Draco's eyes are wide, and he groans, dropping his head down on the desk.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you feeling well?" Snape is squinting at Draco.

Draco seems to realize his escape. "No, I feel awful, sir. May I go to the Hospital Wing?"

Snape frowns. "Are you feeling any dizziness or faintness?"

Draco, desperate to leave, nods. Snape frowns further.

"Well, then you shouldn't go alone, in case you faint."

"I'll go with him!" Harry volunteers, a bright smile on his face. Draco groans again.

Snape rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You've already missed half the lesson anyways. Go."

Harry smiles, and grabs Draco's arm. "Are you sure you can walk? Do you want to put your arm around me?" he asks loudly, before ending his sentence in a mocking whisper. "I'd really like to pay you back for doing the same for me."

Draco glares at him, before storming out of the classroom. Harry smirks, following him.

The second they're out of the classroom, Harry can see how Draco's face changes to mildly worried.

Harry tries not to laugh as the blonde sits on the ground, leaning up against the wall and closing his eyes.

"Oh please, Draco!" he cries in a mocking tone. "Oh please, open your gorgeous fucking eyes!"

Draco opens his eyes and glares. Harry dramatically presses the back of his hand to his forehead.

"Oh, lord, what would I do without you? You make my life compleeeete!" he cries dramatically.

He can see Draco's mouth twitching, trying not to smile.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." 

Draco glances up, surprised, and stands. "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't want your cause of death to be at the hands of... hmm, what was it?" Harry pretends to think. "Oh yes! An annoying basket case with a blatant disregard for rules and messy hair."

"Oh God, I was really hoping you wouldn't remember that part," Draco groans.

Harry laughs, and starts walking past Draco.

"Where are you going?" Harry can hear Draco's footsteps behind him.

"We're out of class. I'm not wasting it by sitting around. Come on!"

Harry starts running toward the stairs, and after a moment Draco follows.

By the time Draco catches up, Harry is at the stairs, running down them two at a time.

"Christ- slow down, Potter!"

"No need to pretend you don't have a giant crush on me, Draco, you can call me Harry," Harry replies cheekily, running a bit slower.

"You're insufferable."

"You love me."

"I haven't gone that far off the deep end yet."

Harry opens his mouth to reply, but suddenly the stairs start moving.

Draco freezes in time, but Harry stumbles and falls backwards into Draco, knocking them both to the ground.

The stairs move to their destination, and then stop. Harry becomes aware of the fact that he's in Draco's lap, his back against Draco's chest, and Draco's arms encircling his waist.

He moves off of Draco's lap, breaking the blonde's grip, and turns to face him, still sitting.

"What the hell are you doing, Harry?" Draco asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

Harry grins cheekily. "Falling for you."

Draco's face is shock for three seconds, before it is replaced by annoyance. "Whatever, Potter."

Harry catches Draco's hand as the blond stands, and stands up with him.

"What are you doing now, Potter?" Draco sighs.

Harry doesn't respond, just adjusts his grip so now his fingers are laced with Draco's and starts walking down the stairs.

"Harry?" Draco's voice is cautious, nervous, and a little shaky.

"Yes?"

"Why are you holding my hand?"

"Safety, Draco." Harry smirks at him. "I've already fallen for you, we don't need you falling too."

Draco's eyes are cautious before he speaks. "Maybe I already have."

"Well then," Harry replies, his eyes bright. "I'm holding your hand to keep you from getting hurt."

"Maybe it already hurt."

"Then I'll kiss it better."