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Draco opened his eyes, trying to ignore the thing that felt like an elephant sitting on his chest. Harry sat in a nearby chair, holding his head in his hands. The Boy-Who-Lived felt horrible. He brought Draco to the infirmary three days ago and hadn't left his side since his talk with the potions master. His professors brought his work, and even Snape had eased his workload on Harry.

Draco soon realized that besides the struggle to breath, he couldn't move. He tried wiggling his fingers, shaking his head. But his body would not respond. He started panicking, what if he could never move ever again? He looked quickly around the room, trying to find an answer. His wide eyes landed on Harry Potter, who was sitting with his head in his hands, looking miserable.

"Hello?" he whispered weakly.

Harry looked over at the blonde, dread in his eyes that was replaced with... hope as he saw Draco.

"I-I can't move," Draco said.

Coughs suddenly racked through the blonde's body, shaking his chest and making him shutter with pain. He moved his arms sluggishly to hold his chest, as if he didn't it would split open. Harry hurried to him and smoothed his hair.

"You're going to be okay…." He murmured.

"Merlin it hurts!" Draco gasped.

They sat like that until the pain passed. Then Harry lifted the blanket and checked Draco's bandages with an efficiency that told Draco this wasn't the first time he had done this. He would have blushed had it not been for his lack of blood. Harry seemed to notice this, and his gaze turned to a couple of bottles on the nightstand.

"You have blood replenishing potions over here," he said shortly.

"So-cough- how long until I get out of here? And preferably,-cough- back to Quidditch? We have a game coming up, don't we?"

"About that..."

"What? Did I sleep through the game? They're gonna kill me!" Draco exclaimed.

"Umm... Youwon'tbeplaying." Harry said quickly.

Draco somehow got paler. He sputtered nonsense.

"I- But th- They ca- NO!" he yelled.

"Draco, the hippogriff caused permanent damage. You'll risk your life by playing. You move to fast, and you won't be able to breathe..."

"Bu-"

Suddenly the door burst open, and Hermione and Ron came through the door.

"Malfoy, I heard about the run-in with Buckbeak! Did he sense how much of a poof you are?" Ron sneered. Hermione's eyes widened and she cast a warning look at Ron. Harry's face reddened with anger. Draco cringed.

"What, no stupid come-back? Merlin, and all that flaunting you did when he hit you. Screaming you were going to die!" Ron said. Harry stood up as Hermione started to shriek.

"Ronald Weasley! You stupid insensitive git! How dare you even judge Draco, when we all know perfectly well you would have done much worse." she yelled.

"Well as least Harry actually wants to talk to me, and he's just here on orders by Snape!" Ron boasted.

That did it for Harry. The raven-haired boy, dragged the smirking red-head by the arm, and slammed the door after them. Hermione looked at Draco.

"So, how are you feeling?"