Draco's view.

He looked so beautiful. Lying there, asleep. I watched his chest slowly rise and fall with every peaceful breath he took. My eyes traveled downward to the small mound that was his stomach. It had been holding our child for five months so far. I grabbed my wand and levitated my trunk of belongings to the door, casting sad eyes back to my lover.

"I could never forget you. And I will come back for you...for you both.." I whispered.

But my words were unheard, for he was still fast asleep. I turned and left. Not knowing when I would see my darlings again.

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Harry's view.

"Potter!" Someone was calling my surname.

The voice sounded quite distant. In fact, I was beinging to wonder if I'd imagined it when-

"Potter, wake up! You cannot do this to me!"

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I found a very panicky Draco Malfoy looming over me.

"What..What happened?" My head felt very heavy, yet light all at once.

I was sure I would faint.I felt my body being lifted by a levitation spell. I leaned against the desk I was next to and looked around. It seemed that I was in the Potions class room, worried Gryffindors and, mostly, dissappointed Slytherins were all crownded around me. I looked at Draco and noticed that he had managed to regain his composure, yet was still watching me with wary eyes.

"Can't do what to you?" My question came out rather shaky and my knees trembled, so I lowered myself into a chair.

"Excuse me?-" Snape started.

"Not you. Malfoy." I nodded in the direction of said Slytherin. His face tightened into and..unreadable expression.

"Can't d-...Pass out...As a result of my porion. I could be expelled." He looked away, his voice breaking slightly as he finished.

"Potion?" I questioned.

"We were brewing sleeping draughts and something went wrong with yours and Draco's. When you drank it...you just sort of..dropped..and..." Ron's words simply trailed off.

"You weren't breathing. You didn't even have a pulse, Harry." Hermione spoke with a quivering voice. Her eyes showed that she had been crying. I blinked and nodded slowly. I didn't remember any of it. Not a single bit. Draco was watching me again.

"Mr. Malfoy, could you please escort Potter to the Hospital Wing? He needs to have his head examined. It hit the ground rather hard when he collapsed." Snape whispered to the Slytherin. It was then, that I noticed the dull ache in the back of my head. It was slowly creeping up towards my eyes. I closed them and tried to force the ache back, but it was no good. I felt a hand on my arm and looked up to find Draco pulling me gently from my seat to lead me to the Hospital Wing. He looked..odd. I couldn't quite place it..

Scared? Guilty? Worried? Angry? It looked like a mixture of all four. But why? He was Malfoy after all. Why would he even care? Why did he seem so panicked when he woke me? It was all very unnerving.

"What happened to the potion?" My voice seemed a bit stronger now, even though my head was pounding and I could hardly hold myself up.

"I...dont know. We put in all the ingredients as we were supposed to. Everything was sturred correctly. The timing was perfect.. Something just..went wrong. And..you just.." He stopped abruptly and drew in a shaky breath. I looked at him and saw that his face was contorted in a very readable expression. Fear. I stopped walking, causing him to stop and look at me, losing the look of fear almost immediately. I don't know what made me do it, but I reached up and placed my hand lightly on his cheek.

"I'm alright now. I've faced worse than a bloody sleeping draught. You know that. I'll be fine.." He just stared at me in confusion. I lowered my hand and looked ahead. We were at the doors to the Hospital Wing already. I felt myself being led into the room and noticed that Draco had regained his composure. He led me in, told the medi witch of what happened and left, without even looking at me. How...strange.

"Come now, Mr. Potter, let's get you changed and into a bed. Good good, now drink this." She handed me a small vial of purple liquid, once I was changed and lying on the bed. I drank it. It tasted like raspberries...And that was my last thought as I drifted off into a very comfortable sleep.