A/N: Another story popped into my head in the past couple of weeks so I'm nearly done with it and it's time to post it. I love it! I love it like a lot lol For the most part it will be from Draco's POV, but eventually and I will make it obvious who's POV it is, it will switch between him and Harry.

Summary: The story takes off after the Battle of Hogwarts. When Harry rescues Draco from the Room of Requirement, they have a moment that sets in motion a whole set of new feelings that Draco has for Harry. Harry speaks at his trial and keeps Draco from Azkaban. After that point is when the story takes off. Five days after the war ended, Harry falls into a coma and no one is sure why. Draco wonders daily about him and tries to build the courage to thank him for saving him from the Room of Requirement and for his statement at his trial. He finally, after Harry has been unconscious for six weeks, goes to St. Mungo's to thank him. He falls asleep while he's there and is brought to Hogwarts where he and Harry spend time together on a different plane of existence. A lot happens between them and while Draco remembers every moment while he's awake, he worries that Harry will not remember when he wakes up. Whatever is happening in there, is affecting Harry on the outside and bringing him closer to waking up. What will happen when Harry does wake-up? Will he remember all that they have shared?

Disclaimer: Not my characters at all and it doesn't follow the ending of HP very much (obviously).

Enjoy!

My seventh year had been spent fearing for my life, living with a mad man. My father was broken. My mother was barely keeping it together. My life hung in the balance and depended on one person: Harry Potter.

Growing up, I had believed that my ultimate goal in life was to become a Death Eater and to carry on the Malfoy legacy of being a pure blood and supporting the Dark Lord. I realized now, probably at a point that was too late, that my goal was the stupidest goal someone could ever have. I never realized the complete ramifications of it until he started living in my house. The horrors that I had seen with him there were unspeakable. I was 17 years old, an adult by Wizarding standards, and I had seen things, felt things, heard things, that no one should ever experience.

I lived in fear every moment of my life. I had no idea where Potter was or what he was doing, but I could tell that the Dark Lord was getting nervous. He was becoming more and more delusional. Potter was doing something. I wish I knew what because whatever it was, the Dark Lord was suffering greatly.

One day, I did know where Potter was. He was in Malfoy Manor with some snatchers. I stared at him, knowing who he was as my aunt demanded that I identify him. As I looked into those familiar green eyes, eyes that were pleading with me to not identify him, I knew that if I said that it was him, that my entire life would be over, more so than it was. So, I said no. I didn't recognize him. They took him to the dungeons then, sparing his life. Granger hadn't been so lucky, but fortunately, she had been rescued by Potter as he escaped our dungeons. He stole my wand, but at that moment, I didn't care because he had gotten away. The Dark Lord would be furious, but at least it gave me another chance.

I didn't see Potter again until the Room of Requirement. I tried to stop Crabbe and Goyle from killing him. I wanted to say that it was because we needed to bring him to the Dark Lord alive, but that wasn't true. I wanted him spared because that gave me another chance of living the life that I should have chosen. Unfortunately, Crabbe didn't listen and cast Fiendfyre in the Room of Requirement, he paid with his life for that, and the rest of us nearly perished with him.

Oddly enough, and I'll credit it to his hero complex, but Potter saved me. He had found a broom and instead of flying off, he came back and rescued me and Goyle. As I rode behind him on the broom, screaming in his ear to get us out and squeezing him tightly, I realized that he didn't have to save me. He could have let me die in there, but he didn't. When we crashed into the wall as we flew out, he was sprawled next to me for just a moment and I felt our fingers touch and link together for just a second. I looked over at him and he was looking at me with his wide green eyes. The moment, however brief, rocked me to my core. Something transpired there. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was gone quickly and he was up and back to his friends.

I saw Death Eaters coming at us and saw them go down quickly enough and then the castle blew apart near them. I saw them all go down and I stood looking at the rubble and for a moment I was afraid that Potter had been buried in stone, but I saw him get up, bleeding profusely and alive. Goyle grabbed my arm and we fled in the opposite direction. I didn't see Potter again until Hagrid brought him back to the castle in his arms, dead.

At that point, I felt like my world came apart again. The Dark Lord had won. Potter was dead and the Dark Lord would rule the Wizarding world. I felt my heart break and the brief moment we had shared after he rescued me came to mind. That simple touch had sparked something in me that I had thought I had lost. Hope. Not hope for the death of the Dark Lord, but hope that after all this I could have something that I had desired for so many years; a friendship with Harry Potter.

That hope flickered out when I saw him. I didn't have much time to process as things suddenly got very frantic as hundreds of magical creatures came storming out of the forest. Then I heard something through the madness, a bellow that kindled that hope again. Potter had disappeared. I wondered, if just for a brief moment, that he was alive. I had rushed back into the castle, wondering where he had gone. Things had moved from outside and into the Great Hall as the Dark Lord moved the battle in. His snake was dead and he seemed to be in more agony than ever. I didn't know what that meant, but soon I would see.

Potter appeared some time later and I felt relief and hope once again. It wasn't long before he and the Dark Lord faced off. They were talking about the wands and I heard my name. Potter had said my name and I realized that I was interlinked to this whole thing by the wand that belonged to Dumbledore. Then I realized that my wand was to defeat the Dark Lord. With my help, Potter defeated the Dark Lord.

The world rejoiced and I sat, huddled with my parents, relief pouring through me. I didn't see Potter again that day, but I hoped that I would see him again. I wanted to try and be his friend. I wanted to thank him for saving my life. He could have let me die in the Room of Requirement, but he didn't. He saved me despite every horrible thing that I had done to him and his friends. He saved me. For that, I was forever in his debt.

Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity to thank him. A few days later, something happened to him. No one knew if it related to what happened with the Dark Lord or if somewhere in the fighting he was cursed and it didn't go into effect until days later. All they knew was that Potter was in a coma and showed no signs that he was going to wake up. One moment, Potter was both celebrating and mourning and the next he had some sort of seizure and slipped into a coma. No one knew what to do.

He had brain activity and there was no obvious sign of what caused him to fall into a coma, but he wasn't responding to any of the treatment. Weeks passed and nothing changed for him. After much thought, I decided to go to St. Mungo's to see him. I wanted to thank him. It had been preoccupying my mind for days. I had to thank him not only for saving me from the Room of Requirement, but for his testimony in my favor. He had given it the day before he was hospitalized. His testimony spared my mother and me from Azkaban.

When I arrived at St. Mungo's, I was directed to the Janis Thickey Ward which made my stomach churn. The very thought that the savior of the Wizarding world, Harry Potter, was on the floor with people who were never leaving, made me so sad and angry at the same time. He didn't deserve this.

I stopped just short of his door and noted that there was an auror outside his door. For a moment, I felt fearful that I was doing something wrong, but I realized that I wasn't. I was here to say thank you and that was all. I wasn't going to harm him. I never wanted to harm him again. For the most part, I regretted every horrible thing that I did to him. Some of the stuff I still stood by he deserved, but most of it he didn't.

I approached the door cautiously. The auror looked up at me and stood up, glaring over at me. "Can I help you?" he asked in a gruff tone.

I didn't appreciate his tone, but knew that if I wanted in, I had to play nice. "Yes, I wondered if I could see Mister Potter, please," I replied

The auror studied me and then looked at his list. "I don't see any Malfoys on the list," he replied.

I didn't supply my name, but it's not that hard to know who I was. I sighed and took a deep breath. "I know, but it's important that I see him. If you'd like to keep the door open while I go in there, you can. I am not here to harm him," I assured him.

"You can't go in there right now either way. Ms. Granger is already in there. When she comes out, we'll see if she'll allow you in there. She is in charge of Mister Potter's list of allowed visitors. You may sit over there," he responded.

I stared at him for a moment, wondering how I could get around this. If Granger knew it was me wanting in there, she'd definitely say no. I sighed and turned to go sit across from Potter's door. I was positive that Granger would curse me and say no way in hell would she let me in there.

I sat there for what seemed like hours in anticipation. It was actually only about a half hour, but it seemed so much longer. Granger came out of Potter's room looking quite worn down and worried. I stood up to greet her. She turned to speak to the auror at the door. He muttered something to her and I saw her eyes widened and then she turned to look at me. I smiled at her and I hoped it looked like a smile and not a smirk. I rarely smiled so who knows.

She gave me a calculating look as she approached me. "Malfoy," she said.

"Granger," I replied kindly enough.

"Why do you want to see him?" she asked quietly.

Cut right to the point. I appreciated that. "I wanted to thank him," I replied.

She lifted an eyebrow in question. "Thank him?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Actually, you and Weasley as well, I suppose. You guys didn't have to come back for me and Goyle. You should have let us die in there, to be honest."

Granger's eyes widened and she opened and closed her mouth a few times before she finally said something. "Are you actually thanking me?"

I frowned slightly. "Yes. Thank you for helping save us," I responded sincerely.

"Huh, I'm surprised. You're welcome though. Despite everything that you did to us, we couldn't let you die," she replied.

I smiled again. She blinked a few times at that. "So can I go in and see him? I know he's in a coma, but I want to tell him anyway," I asked her.

She frowned for a moment as she thought over my request. I felt a bit better about the possibility of her letting me in based on how she'd been acting just now. She glanced over at Potter's open door and then back at me. "Alright. I'll put you on the list, in case you want to come back or something. Just to forewarn you, it's hard to see him like that, even though you two weren't friends or anything…." She trailed off as she turned around and walked over to the auror. I followed her, frowning. I imagined it would be a little rough to see him in a hospital bed, but I didn't think it would be that jarring.

"Thank you, Granger," I said. She nodded and watched as the auror wrote my name on the list.

"I'll see you around, Malfoy," she said kindly.

"Yeah, see you," I said absently as I glanced into Potter's room. Granger left and the auror looked me over once more, but moved to the side to let me in. I closed the door behind me, leaving it open a crack. As I walked in, I looked around before settling on Potter. The walls were covered in things that I imagined meant something to Potter. There were Quidditch posters, pictures of him with his friends, flowers, sweets, and even a small stuffed animal. I glanced at his closet and noted that some of his clothes were in there.

Finally, I took a deep breath and looked over at Potter. Granger was right. It was hard. Harder than I could have possibly imagined. I stepped closer and gasped. He was so pale and looked gaunt. He was hooked up to all sorts of machines and potion lines. It was awful. The worst part was I couldn't see his eyes. I knew they were a startling green and I had seen them many times when I'd been in his face when we were fighting and not seeing them now really bothered me. I'd take harsh words from him just to see his eyes.

I took another deep breath and stepped forward. I sat down in the seat next to his bed and looked up at him. This was so horrible. He didn't deserve this at all. I wish I knew what had caused this. I looked down at his hand and wondered if I should hold it. It wouldn't be completely weird, I mean, that's what you did when people were in the hospital, right? I reached out and lightly touched my fingers to his. It reminded me of the night he rescued me from the Room of Requirement. When we crashed, we had linked our fingers together for just a brief moment and looked at each other. That look in his eyes was still ingrained in my memory and the way it made me feel. I would give anything to see those green eyes again.

I was getting ahead of myself and being weird about it so I just moved my hand more and took Harry's hand into my own. His hand was warm. I sorted through my thoughts, trying to say what I needed to say to him. I looked up at him and felt my words catch in my throat. This is not how it should be. He didn't deserve this.

"Hey, Potter. I bet you're surprised to see me here. Well, I guess, to hear me…" I trailed off, feeling myself blush.

I cleared my throat. "So, I came to say thank you. I never got a chance to thank you for saving me from the Room of Requirement and for what you said at my trial. I didn't deserve your kindness," I told him honestly.

I stood up for a moment and looked more closely at him. I reached out tentatively and brushed his hair off his forehead so that I could see his scar. I traced it lightly, frowning. I had never really had an opportunity to look at him closely and despite how pale he was and gaunt, I could see that he was quite handsome. I sighed. Whatever our brief linking of fingers meant, it had done wonders to mess with my head.

I sat down again. I rested my head across our joined hands for a moment. This made me feel so sad and tired. He didn't deserve this at all. He deserved to be celebrating with his friends and relaxing for once, knowing that someone wasn't trying to kill him anymore. I closed my eyes as I talked with the powers that be about helping Potter get out of this. He deserved to be celebrating.