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“Oh shit, oh shit!” Harry exclaimed, his hands hovering over Draco’s body like he was afraid to touch him.

He looked around, panicking. He didn’t know what to do! His arch nemesis had just collapsed in front of him. Looking closely at Draco, Harry surmised that he was alive, just… unconscious.

“Fuck!” he cursed to himself. “What do I do? What do I do?!”

At that moment, a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He glanced over to see Dobby appear as if out of the woodwork.

“Is Mister Harry Potter having a problem, sir?” the elf squeaked.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Dobby, I need help getting Malfoy to the Hospital Wing!”

Dobby nodded, his bat-like ears flapping along. He snapped his fingers together and there was a flash of light. When Harry could see again, he saw that Draco was floating in the air, hovering a few feet off the ground, just about level with Dobby’s head.

“Well, I could have done that…” Harry muttered.

He paid it no more mind, though, and followed Dobby as he levitated Draco out the kitchen door. Harry grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and went after quietly.

He followed Dobby down the dungeon corridor and up to the Hospital Wing. As he crept along, he couldn’t help but think how much trouble he could get into for this. He was out after curfew and accompanying an unconscious Draco Malfoy. He was sure it didn’t look good, especially with their history.

He and Dobby made it to the Hospital Wing with Draco floating in front of them. When they entered into the Wing, Harry turned to Dobby. “I’ll take it from here. Thanks, Dobby.”

“Of course, sir!” Dobby said excitedly, always willing to help. “Good night, Harry Potter sir!”

“’Night,” Harry muttered, watching the elf disappear out the door and down the corridor.

He sighed and turned back to Draco’s floating form. He knew he was going to get in trouble.

“Madam Pomfrey?” he called, almost hoping she wouldn’t be there so he could just leave Draco.

To his disappointment, she appeared in a second, hurrying out of her office.

She took one look at Draco and turned to glare at Harry. “What did you do now, Potter? Dueling at midnight again?”

“No!” Harry exclaimed, even though he had known it was coming.

She ignored him and began checking over Draco. She moved his body over to one of the beds and removed the Levitation Spell. His body fell softly onto the white sheets and she continued checking him.

“Hmm, well, what happened, Potter?” she asked, placing a hand against Draco’s forehead.

“Nothing! I was just in the kitchens and he came in. All he said was he wanted soup. So the house-elves got him some and then he collapsed!”

“Soup, eh?” she muttered, now waving her wand over his body.

“Yes. Madam Pomfrey, what’s wrong with him?” Harry craned his neck to see over her arm that was blocking him from sight.

“There’s a nasty bout of flu going around lately,” she said evasively. “Some medicine and he’ll be alright.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” she said, giving Harry a suspicious look. “You were in the kitchens, you say? And he came in after you did, right?”

“Yes… why?” Harry asked, wondering what she was thinking.

“Oh, nothing, Mr. Potter,” she said, waving the question away.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t leave as quickly for Harry. He wanted to know what she meant by that. “What did you mean?”

“Potter, it’s not important. Now will you let me cure Mr. Malfoy?”

Harry huffed but remained silent. He watched Madam Pomfrey wave her wand over Draco’s face and mutter a spell. Draco winced and shifted on the bed, turning away from her.

She did the spell again, and he gave a soft groan. He stirred slowly and Harry knew he was waking up.

“What the… where… what—” Draco pushed himself into a sitting position, looking confused. He caught sight of Harry and his eyes widened. “What the fuck, Potter?! Where am I?!”

“In the Hospital Wing,” Madam Pomfrey supplied before Harry could reply scathingly.

Draco turned sharply, just realizing she was there. “Why am I here? I’m fine.”

“Mr. Malfoy, I don’t care if you swear to the Heavens that you are fine. Either way, I need you to lie back.”

Draco glared at her but did as he was told. Harry was taken by surprise. He wouldn’t have thought Draco would give in so easily. Draco shot Harry a scathing glance as he leant back against the pillows and allowed Madam Pomfrey to perform her cures.

She waved her wand and a small vial of purple potion appeared on the night stand. She uncorked the bottle and handed it to Draco, who eyed it uncertainly.

“It’s a simple Flu-Be-Gone Potion,” she informed him, rolling her eyes.

He sneered but poured it down his throat all the same. He grimaced and stuck out his tongue in disgust as he drank it. Harry had to work hard not to laugh.

“Can I go now?” Draco drawled.

Madame Pomfrey fussed about him for several more minutes, taking his temperature and checking all the regular functions. Finally, she stepped back.

“Alright, you may leave, but know that you may feel some after effects of the potion. Be sure to drink lots of water between now and tomorrow evening. Mr. Potter, perhaps you can accompany him to his common room?”

“I—yeah, okay,” Harry agreed, sighing. Draco didn’t look too pleased about it either.

“Good, then off you go. And I don’t want you back here in an hour after getting into a duel.” She gave them a hard look and turned, going back to her office.

Harry rolled his eyes and went over to Draco, offering a hand to help him off the bed.

Draco ignored it and slid off the bed on his own. “I don’t need your help, Potter,” he sneered, “I can do fine.”

“You know,” Harry said heatedly as they walked out of the Hospital Wing, “if you could just accept help, we wouldn’t have been in this mess in the first place!”

Draco rolled his eyes as they walked toward the Entrance Hall. “Well, I’m sorry for ruining your evening,” he replied sarcastically, opening the door that led to the dungeons and letting it swing shut behind him, nearly hitting Harry in the head. “What did you have planned? A romantic night of burrowing with the Weaselette?”

“Why does everyone think Ginny and I are together?!” Harry exploded to no one in particular. “We’re not, okay?”

“I don’t care, Potter,” Draco scoffed, turning down another dimly lit corridor. “If you don’t want people to think that, you might want to stop her hanging on you at every turn.”

“She doesn’t do that. I don’t like girls, Malfoy. What good would that do me?”

“Like I said, Potter,” Draco said distractedly, peering down a hallway, “I don’t care. You can go fuck girls or guys for all I care. I have no interest in your life, sexual or otherwise.” He didn’t look at Harry and took a right, walking down another dark corridor, Harry trailing after.

“Don’t you care?”

“Care what?”

“That I’m gay.”

Draco stopped and turned to face Harry. “Who cares? The world doesn’t revolve around you, as much as you would like to believe. There are plenty of gay wizards.”

“Really?”

Draco rolled his eyes and turned back around, walking again down the labyrinth of corridors that led to the Slytherin dormitories. “Yes, really. Nobody cares, Potter.”

Harry was silent for a moment. He had never known that. After all, he had only come out to Ron and Hermione so far, and only just recently. He wondered if Hermione knew this. She probably did.

Harry followed Draco down several more corridors. He began to wonder how much further it was to the Slytherin dorms. He had only been down that way once, in second year, and he didn’t remember much of it.

“Are we almost there, Malfoy? I do have other things to do, you know.”

“Oh, really?” Draco drawled. “Like what?”

“Sleeping for one.”

“Ah, yes,” Draco said, giving a fake sigh. “The ever-busy life of the famous Harry Potter. It must be so taxing.”

Harry just scowled. He had decided to give Malfoy the benefit of the doubt, seeing as how he was sick and all.

They continued on in silence for several minutes, down more hallways and corridors. Harry could have sworn they should have been there already. Then again, he remembered wandering around quite a long time when he and Ron had been looking.

Harry walked behind Malfoy, watching him swagger down the hall haughtily, like he thought he didn’t need an escort. Harry wasn’t particularly happy to be there either. He would much rather be in his own bed at the moment.

He was beginning to seriously regret going to the kitchens that night. But how could he have predicted that Draco Malfoy would show up and collapse at his feet?

Harry sighed audibly as they continued down the corridor.

Draco glanced back but said nothing and turned left. Harry grumbled as he followed him deeper under the school.

Finally, Draco stopped in front of a blank space of wall. He turned to Harry and raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t have to follow me the whole way,” he drawled.

“Why did it take so long?” Harry asked, quite annoyed.

Draco shrugged. “I took the long way. I wanted to see how long it would take for your tiny brain to realize I don’t need your fucking help.”

“You mean I could have been gone a long time ago?!” Harry exclaimed.

“You didn’t have to come with me at all. I told you I was fine.”

“Yeah, you collapse in the kitchens, and you’re fine,” Harry said sarcastically.

Draco turned around and glared at Harry. “You don’t need to ‘be the hero’ with me, Potter. I don’t give a fuck if you vanquished the Dark Lord. You need to learn when to quit.”

Harry scowled. “At least I know when to admit I need help!”

“I don’t need help!”

“Fine! Be that way! I don’t want to help you anyway!” As Harry yelled, he moved closer to Draco, his temper getting the best of him, as it always seemed to do.

“Fuck you, Potter!” Draco yelled, glaring at Harry. “I don’t want your help, so you can take it and fuck off!”

“I will!” Harry shouted. “I don’t need a prissy little drama queen telling me what to d—”

He was cut off as Draco grabbed the front of his robes suddenly, yanking him forward and flush against his body. Harry was taken completely by surprise as Draco crashed his lips down on his own.

He was too shocked to think to stop it as Draco’s tongue worked its way into his mouth.

The kiss was harsh and angry. Harry could feel the emotion built up behind the violence of it. He couldn’t help as he began to respond.

All too soon, though, he was pushed away forcefully. He staggered back a few paces and gasped for breath.

Draco glared at him, his cold, silver eyes flitting over Harry’s face. “I am not a drama queen!”

Then he turned to the blank wall, gave the password and stalked inside, slamming the door behind him.


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A/N: please review! :)