In sickness and In health 3

   Pulling himself back to reality, Draco thought of a last resort.He'd have to give the medicine to Harry mouth-to-mouth(Dun dun dun!!) 'Not like anybody would see, he's passed out anyway...' Draco poured more of the liquid the spoon, brought it to his lips, and popped the goop into his dry mouth. Malfoy cupped Harry's warm cheeks, ever so gentle, so as not to startle the younger boy awake. After all, who wants to wake up to see your worst enemy swapping spit with you in the privacy of their room?
     Draco held onto Harry's face for a minute, just watching his slumbering crush. Watching peaceful sleep on that expressionless face. Savoring the moment. Draco had wished he had wet his lips a little before he stuck the medication in his mouth. But before he could contemplate his ill-preparedness any further, Malfoy found himself inching closer to the brunette's mouth. The blond gently touched Harry's lips with his. Butterflies, as it felt, were threatening to escape from Draco's churning stomach. Malfoy had pushed Harry's lips apart with his expert tongue, to allow medicine to flow in the latter's mouth. The orange potion seemed to slide smoothly down Harry's throat. After he was sure that the medicine was completely swallowed by the boy under him, Draco took full advantage of Harry's open mouth. The snake slide his tongue into the Gryfindor's  warm, moist cavern, practically pulling Harry's tongue into his own.
    
    Draco was praying that this wasn't another one his cruel dreams. That it wasn't a fantasy gone a rye. But to both his relief and displeasure, Draco was yanked back to the real world by a muffled grumble from the boy below him. Malfoy  quickly pulled himself up from on top of the wakening Potter, and hastily sitting himself into a chair at his bedside.

    Harry had opened his  eyes to see he wasn't in the classroom anymore. In fact, he didn't know where he was at all. But the room did seem vaguely familiar. "Finally waking up, Potter?" Harry shot up from the bed at the sound of Malfoy's voice. Draco raised an eyebrow at the expression of surprise on Harry's face. An expression that also held question. "Madam Pomfrey wasn't in her office, so I brought you here, and forced some medicine down your throat." Now that he thought about it, Harry did taste something rather bitter in his mouth. His lips felt wet for some reason to. "Well thanks, I suppose. ...I guess I'll just take my leave then." Harry got out of the bed to leave, when Malfoy had rushed from his chair and stood in front of Harry. Draco then pushed him back onto the bed.(muahaha rape teim!...not really) "Malfoy! What the hell?! Wha--" Harry's voice seemed to have escaped him. He lifted his head to see Draco crawling onto the bed and on top of him. "Your arse isn't going anywhere... your still sick, and the medicine still needs to take it's effect. The potion needs at the very least and hour to take it's full course. Once that's done, you'll need to lay in bed and rest until it's expelled itself from your system." Malfoy was speaking with a gentleness that Harry had never expected from the older male.
"And how long will that take?"
"...Two days."