"Being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble."
“Being brave doesn’t mean you have to go looking for trouble!” Draco all but shouts.
Potter has the decency to look a bit ashamed but there’s a stubbornness in the way he clenches his jaw and Draco could throttle him because he knows Potter will never change, will always charge head first into danger with zero regard for his own well being. He doesn’t like to stop too long to think about why that makes his stomach feel like he’s falling off his broom.
“Listen you headstrong fool, I refuse to get another partner. It’s far too much work having to explain myself to everyone and for some reason you understand me and besides you know how I like my tea and my takeaway it’s taken years to train you. So stop fucking getting hurt unnecessarily!”
Potter almost laughs at that, looking down at his lap and toying with the edges of the threadbare blanket.
“You like me admit it.”
“Potter I will admit no such thing. I tolerate you and that’s all.”
“Liar,” Potter mumbles under his breath. “Besides it wasn’t my fault you know.”
“Potter you are in St. Mungos for the third time this year alone and it’s only March.”
“Not your fault yes you say this every time,” Draco says with a sigh, dropping down into the chair next to the hospital bed.
Potter closes his eyes. He looks absolutely horrible. Three hours in emergency spell damage has taken it out of him. There are bandages across his chest and his face is too pale, it reminds Draco of the way he looked during the war.
“Malfoy,” he starts but Draco just shushes him.
“Go to sleep, Potter,” he whispers, turning the lights off with a flick of his wand.
He waits until Potter has fallen asleep to pull the blanket up a little higher making sure the other man won’t get cold, letting his hand rest atop Potter’s for far too long, his stomach clenching tightly.
Taking a spare blanket off the end of the bed he wraps it around himself , preparing to spend another night in a hard chair and wondering how many more times Potter will have to get hurt before he finally gets the courage to tell him how he feels.