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Harry woke up slowly to feel someone moping his head with something wet and cold. The bed he was laying in was comfortable and he had a soft pillow lying under his head.
"What happened?" He asked quietly, not opening his eyes.
"You fainted and hit your head. Dementor attack." Harry's eyes snapped opened. He knew that voice. Harry groaned and tried to roll over, but a warm hand on his arm stopped him from doing so.
Harry just then realised he was in St. Mungo's. "Are you just going to make fun of me again, Malfoy?" He asked, as Draco's kept moping his head.
Draco rolled his eyes and smiled softly, "I would, but you know, you almost died from it."
Harry was quite taken aback at the smile on Draco's face and a little smile worked it's way onto his face, "What do you mean I almost died?" He asked slowly, "Dementors can't kill you."
Draco's eyebrows furrowed at the look on Harry's face, "Well, they can't but when you fell off your broom, you were very high up, we've- well I've healed you, but I wouldn't try getting up yet, because I swear you will get dizzy and just fall over, that's why I need to keep this," – He held up the towel he was holding – "on your head."
Draco put his hand lightly on Harry's forehead and smiled to himself, before putting the towel back on it. Harry looked up at Draco and bit his lip.
"Why are you being so nice to me, Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"I'm a healer, it's my job, you prat." Draco replied, struggling to keep the smile off his face. "Oh." Harry muttered.
"But you never know," Draco continued, "there may be a slight chance that I actually care." He finished, his voice light as if he were just talking about what he might have for dinner tonight.
Harry smiled down at his hands, relaxing into Draco's touch as he moved the towel for the last time and put his hand back on Harry's head.
"Well, your head seems to be back to its normal temperature, but I still think that you should stay an extra night." Draco said, standing up.
Harry's mouth dropped open, "What? Why?"
"Unless you have a healer with you, you can't go because the official day you are supposed to be going is tomorrow." Draco said slyly.
"Come to my house with me then," Harry begged, "Just for tonight." He added at the look on Draco's face.
Draco put his hand on his chin, pretending to think and said, "I'll just go get my stuff." Then kissed Harry's lips lightly and walked out, leaving Harry laying there, touching his lips lightly with wide eyes.