Draco's POV:

"It's been a week, mother, I don't know what to do with myself. What if I never get to tell him I love him?" I asked, tears streaming down my face, it had been a week and they cannot figure out what's wrong with Harry. He hasn't improved, but he hasn't necessarily gotten worse either. I've barely left his side or eaten, mother came in today to get me to go back to school but I can't. Not without my Harry.

"He will pull through darling, I just know it. He's so strong, and besides, he knows how much you love him even if you have yet to say it. He knows love." My mothers comforting words filled my ears as I cried softly into her shoulder.

Ron and Hermione went back to school and have been collecting notes for me, even Liv went back to school but I just couldn't. I couldn't leave Harry in this state by himself. What if he woke up alone? What if he never wakes up and I'm not there for him when he passes. He deserves to be surrounded by those he loves, he only has a few of them left.

"Mother can I ask about you and Severus now? What did father mean when he said Severus took his wife?" My mother tensed at the question, looking away for a second and taking a deep breath. "Severus and I have found comfort in each other. That is all my little lamb."

I nodded, I didn't want to push the issue too far. My mother was always a very private woman, and I didn't want to cause any bit of discomfort for her. Who she was with, or not with, was none of my concern anyways. I understood her from the perspective that Harry and I had not told anyone of our relationship still. I only wished for my mothers happiness.

We sat in silence for many minutes, just holding each other and looking at my Harry. I wished nothing more than for him to get better, but I was starting to lose hope. As we sat there, beeping machines being the only noise in the room, I started to think back through the years.

I had been drawn to Harry from the very first time we met, way back when in the robe shop. I was a little snot of course, I had to be. When he denied my hand in first year I swore to hate him, I literally made Crabbe and Goyle pinch me every time I looked at him.

Harry and I have just always been drawn to each other, even if it wasn't always for good reasons. I just wish we'd have been able to become friends sooner in life, but I'm so grateful for the time we've gotten, even if our time has to be cut short.

"Dammit! Just wake up Harry. You've been hit by a bloody killing curse twice and were still kicking, but you're going to let someone as weak as my father get to you? Rubbish. Absolute Rubbish." I think I startled my mothers thought process with my yelling because I felt her jump beside me, but I didn't care. I buried my head in my hands letting out a frustrated groan.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump this time. It was bigger than my mothers, and I was sure I knew who it was but I didn't bother to look up. They'd speak.

"In the best way you two remind me of Lily and James." There it is, Sirius. That's who I figured, he's the only one that would be here. Everyone else is at Hogwarts. "Why's that?" I mumbled, still not looking up from my hands.

"The love you have, no matter how long it's been denied. The way you guys defend each other, and protect each other. The way you still manage to find reasons to yell at him even when he's unconscious, you know the little things." We both chuckled at the end, and I finally looked up at Harry, then to Sirius.

"I want him to wake up Sirius, I just got him, I can't lose him." Sirius ruffled my already messed up hair, sighing with a saddened smile, "I know Draco, I'm sure he will be alright, we just have to give it time."

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Time really must've been all he needed, because later that evening while I was holding his hand ready to give up and leave I felt his fingers squeeze mine weakly. "Harry?" I barely whispered looking up to see his eyes scrunching. He took a second but turned his head with his eyes still closed , he opened his mouth and at first nothing came out.

"D-Draco?" He finally stuttered out, voice quiet and scratchy from not speaking. "Harry oh Merlin you're awake, oh goodness. Oh, what do I do? Get a healer, I'll get a healer wait one second darling." I jumped up frantically kissing his forehead and running out of the room.

"Someone help, anyone, Harry Potter is awake." As soon as the words left my lips two healers came running down to me. "Is he really? Is he alright?" I sort of shrugged, "I'm not sure, I didn't stay long, he just woke up."

They nodded, heading back into the room with me close on their tails. Harry had his eyes fully opened now, only squinting because of the light. I handed him his glasses, but he was too weak to put them on, so I did it for him. "L.. Li.." I cut him off, hushing him gently and grabbing his hand, "she's okay love she's okay, she's safe and already back in school. Everyone's okay."

He nodded weakly, looking at the healers. "M-magical.. coma. Couldn't r-release myself until I fought his magic." The healers nodded, with their mouth in an o-shape. "Dark magic, your father essentially mixed his magic with Harry's. He was just strong enough to hold him for a few days, but Harry's magic is stronger, hence why he's not dead. That must've been why we didn't catch anything in the scans, we just assumed the small traces of dark magic were left from Voldemort. Now that explains a lot, we wouldn't have been able to help him if we knew. His magic had to fight off your fathers."

Harry nodded at me, and I couldn't help but feel angry. I could feel the hatred for my father growing by each second, I just couldn't understand how he could do this. I mean yeah he's bloody awful, but I thought maybe.. maybe a small part of him had an ounce of love for me and my mother. Foolish of me I suppose, after all, look what he did to me, when I was only a boy..

I run my thumb along the back of Harry's hand, sighing as I continue deep in thought. Thinking about Harry, my father, my mother and Severus. There's so much changing so quickly, I mean just look at me and Harry, how far we've come in such a short time.

We've all been through hell, a lifetime of it, in such a minor amount of time. Each day passing is a reminder that what was, isn't anymore. My father won't be escaping again. He's receiving the kiss this time, for attempting to murder THE Harry Potter. I have found the one, though he's been here all along, he means more to me in a much different way now.

My mother and Severus, they found comfort in each other as well. Liv is happy, with a family who loves her. Ron, Hermione, Blaise, and Pansy have come a long way in their weird little love triangle.. well.. square. Remus and Sirius are as happy as can be, and little Teddy is thriving.

I look over at Harry, who is tiredly explaining to the nurses how he's feeling.. to think of this love, the feeling I have now seemed wrong at first, like I was always thinking of the wrong things at the wrong times. But it isn't wrong, nothing that has happened in the time frame of my life has been wrong, because it all led me here. To this moment, with him, and my friends and family.

There's nothing wrong about any of this, its hard because of course it is, nothing comes easy to this bunch. It's small, and flawed, but to me life is perfect. Kissing Harry's hand and looking at the nurses, I sigh, "so when can we leave?"

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The nurses decided Harry was okay to leave shortly after he woke, and Merlin was I thrilled. I took him right back to Hogwarts, knowing everyone was going to want to see him alive and well. I was right of course, everyone was elated, hugging him and asking how he was feeling.

I could tell he was a bit overwhelmed, and I was feeling selfish, so I grabbed his arm in a spare moment and drug him to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "Why Draco, Harry, how lovely it is to see you." Myrtle drew out, smiling down at us and waving. We both greeted her, and then I turned my full attention to Harry.

"What? What's wrong? Why are you making that-" I cut Harry off before he could finish, kissing him gently. He startled for only a second, kissing me back with forced as his hands found my hips.

When we pulled away, I rubbed our noses together and sighed, "Harry I love you, so much and I was so scared I'd never get to tell you. For so long we both thought this was wrong, but it isn't because you're just right for me Harry. You're everything I could ever ask for and more. I know we're practically together anyways, but for my brains sake I need to ask you to officially be mine."

Harry stared up at me for a second, taking everything in, and then broke out into a grin, "of course I'll be yours Draco, I love you too so much." He whispered the last part, leaning up to kiss me once more. This was it, I finally had all that I needed.

Maybe our life wasn't perfect, but it definitely wasn't wrong either. Everything was exactly what it needed to be. "Come on, let's go back and tell everyone.. together."

"Together." Harry smiled back up at me, lacing our fingers together. I leaned down kissing him one more time, for good luck if nothing else, and we were on our way.

Together.

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A/N I've decided this is the last chapter of wrong times. This story has put me through the wringer, and I feel content where with I ended it. Thank you for reading and supporting me through this weird journey.

Hope you enjoyed loves.

Much love,

-H🫶🏼