Clumsy Harry Chronicles pt1
it was a piece of blue fabric. Harry remembered reaching towards the eerily glowing and ever inviting blue fabric.
And nothing. He remembered nothing after that. In fact even right now, he wasn’t fully conscious.
He was placed on a bed and he could hear small murmurs around him.
I need to wake up, Harry thought, and with that, willed his muscles to move.
Now, it’s no surprise that Harry, his brain and his body do not agree upon a lot of things. Thus, nothing happened.
Harry pleaded again, and imagined if his brain were a person, it would just roll it eyes. Nevertheless, he did gain consciousness .
His eyes fluttered open, looking for some clarity. But it was all a blur, literally.
He couldn’t see without his glasses. He cursed.
He cursed his broken eyes and he cursed himself.
A wizard, and can’t even fix his own eyes.
If he had said that aloud, he’d probably hear a lot about human anatomy from Hermione. But he didn’t need that for now.
He opened his mouth to speak, but instead, croaked so well, even the toads came out, looking for their Mighty Croaker.
His croak also caught the eye of Mrs. Pomfrey and her companion. She nodded to the blonde haired boy and left.
Harry was given back his glasses, for which he was thankful for. Only to see a semi-worried looking Draco. The other semi was...furious? Maybe? Harry couldn’t figure that out.
“You? What? How?” Harry spilled out in a haste.
‘How long have I been here? And what the hell happened?” he was finally able to ask.
“Its been a few hours after your quidditch practice. I found you in the broom room.” Draco answered.
The broom room? Ah yes! Harry recollected now. That was where he was that mesmerizing blue fabric.
“I was reaching for the blue fabric...then everything is blank.”
Draco’s eyes snapped up, piercing Harry’s eyes with his own.
“Yes, Potter,” He muttered through gritted teeth, “That was a hexed cloth as a prank by Slytherins on Ravenclaw. Did you not see the blue? But you just have to butt in everything, right?
Do you, maybe, ever stop and think, that some things might be dangerous? Might be a trap? Honestly, Harry, it is not that hard to take care of oneself and stay out of these situations”
Draco was still ranting. But Harry had stopped listening after Draco took his name. He was thrilled, but filled with fear as well.
“How did you know where to find me?”
Draco stopped, not hearing it the first time. Harry repeated, and a slight blush covered Draco’s pale cheeks.
Draco was still before he reluctantly pulled out the Marauder’s Map from his robes. Harry let out a surprised gasp.
“You accidentally left it after Transfiguration” Draco answered before Harry could even ask.
“And you didn’t return it...why?”
Draco’s blush deepened before he collected himself and said, “Well, I wouldn’t have found you now, then, would I? You should be thankful Potter and not be so fucking forgetful and irresponsible.”
“So...you were just checking up on me or...?” Harry asked a bit smug.
“I-well, yeah. No. You know what forget it you’re impossible.” Draco said in irritation and threw the map at Harry, hitting him in the face.
Draco stomped away angrily. This wouldn’t have happened, only if Potter could take care of himself. But can he? No. Absolutely not. Draco would never let Harry get into the mess, only if they were together.
Those were Draco’s thoughts as he moved towards his dorm.
Little did he know, Harry did these things on purpose, just so he could watch Draco care for him. And he would make Draco fall in love with him, no matter how many small injuries he had to take for that.
