Draco woke in the hospital wing. He was dry. That was good. He tried moving, only to discover the dead weight on his chest. Blowing his platinum locks from his eyes he risked a look downwards. It was Harry. Draco didn't know why that was such a relief but it was; the brunette was alive. Draco had been fairly sure he was alive before he passed out, but it was nice to be sure.
Though he was bewildered as to why Potter was on HIS chest. The more he thought the more it didn't make sense. Shouldn't he be with Granger? The Weasel? So why was Potter here? A door clicked and Madam Pomfrey walked in, followed closely by the missing elements of the golden trio. Granger was distraught, hell even the Weasel looked worried. That confused Draco.
Seeming to notice he was awake she bustled over to check him over. "Mr. Malfoy, glad to see your awake, now if you could just swallow these…" she trailed off looking at him expectantly. "Professor, why is Potter on my chest?" Draco asked. At this Granger let out a sob and made to clutch Weasley. "We can explain everything when the others get here. The Headmaster should be here soon, your heads of house not long after that." She was looking at him strangely, like she was seeing him in a new light. Doubtful he thought. "Fine." Draco made to sit up, if he was going to have to wait he might as well be comfy. Placing his hands either side of himself on the bleached white mattress he started to shift his (and Potters) weight towards the headboard; causing potter to whimper slightly. This stilled Draco because, really? Did Potter just whimper? Potter looked panicked, as though he was still suspended over the lake. His emerald orbs were directed at Draco, shining as though he was about to cry.
Seeing this Madam Pomfrey added another pillow behind Draco's back and guided him down onto it. While the position wasn't quite what he was aiming for it eased Potters weight a bit, for that the blonde was thankful.
When Dumbledore strolled through the door he was backed by Snape and Mcgonagall, both of which had grim expressions.
"Boys would you mind separating?" Mcgonagall was the first to speak, sending a pointed look towards Draco as if he were the one wrapped around his middle not harry. It was more a command not a question, they didn't really have a choice. So Draco made to move only to be stopped when Potter made another whimpering noise. At this Mcgonagall looked pained, as if it was physical torment for her to see a Gryffindor so close to a Slytherin.
The headmaster looked delighted, as if this was an interesting development in a novel. Snape looked disgusted, with reason Draco thought, and Mcgonagall looked on with pity. The three teachers pulled up chairs while the students positioned themselves on the adjacent bed. Madam Pomfrey was stood to the side, probably not wanting to be too involved.
What followed was a long-winded explanation about their current situation. As it turned out, no one had actually known that Potter was afraid of water and therefor hadn't known when to stop. So Potter kept his fears hidden. A smart move. When the issue of Potters current situation was brought up, Madam Pomfrey took over. According to her notes the brunette hadn't uttered a syllable apart from a high wine. Even then he would only wine when he was away from Draco. Looking down at the weight on his chest Malfoy could see that Potter wasn't paying attention. It was like he was disinterested in everything around him. Except for me, blonde's inner monologue supplied.
In the end it was decided, Dumbledore decided, that Draco and Harry would have private rooms until the younger had fully recovered from the traumatic events.