A\N-Hey brocachos how'd ya like the last chapter? Hope ya love this one. I don't own nothings please don't sue!

Draco's POV

How I hate hospitals, the constant check-UPS, the bright lights, the machine beeping, everything. Well everything except Harry Potter.

"Hello Harry." I say to the boy with emerald green eyes.

"Thank God you're all right Draco! Strange things are happening, I'm sorry to say, but I'm pulling you back into the wizard world. Back to your old life. We need you Draco. I need you." Bloody hell! What is he saying? I look down at the hand that's still clasping mine, there's no ring on that pretty little finger. Huh, he didn't marry the she-weasel. I celebrate internally.

"I'll go with you." He smiles, "On one condition." Harry rolls his eyes so hard I'm surprised they didn't roll out of his arse. "Tell me why you came to the muggle world o get me. Don't feed me any of the 'strange things are happening' bullshit. I want a real answer."

Harry bites his lip nervously just like he did in potions. I raise a perfect blond eyebrow and smirk. Oh this is gonna be good.

"Do you really want to know?" He asks blush creeping up his cheeks. "But of course." I say cockily. "Fine, I'm gay and I have a certain infatuation with you. There's also an open potion master position, an some weird shit going on at Hogwarts." He replied. My face is obviously riddled with surprise. His face flushes red. "S..Sorry didn't mean to spring all that on you. Especially when you just got shot. I chuckle. "Am I aloud to sit up yet?" I ask annoyed that he has to bend over to look me in the eyes.

"No tomorrow. I heard the healers talking and they said that there was something odd about the bullet. It seemed to be infused with some sort of magic." I furrow my brow. "That's odd. It was just some muggle in a bar."

I don't want to tell Harry what happened yet, it would break me. Maybe one day I'll gain the courage, but I'm not a goddamn Gryffindor. I squeeze Harry's hand lightly, but when I do he screams in pain. I let go and stare at his hand in horror. His pinkie was where his thumb should be and vise versa.

"I..I...I'm so sorry. I..I didn't mean to." I barley whisper, appalled with what I'd done. "I'll just go outside and talk to the healers. Remember I've died, this is nothing." He says bringing a weak smile to my face.

When Harry traveled outside and was put onto a different floor my fingers and toes started to bleed. I don't mean a few drops of blood either, I mean they were bleeding like they had been cut off! My bullet wound started to throb and my nerve endings were all simultaneously exploding. I see healers running toward me through the white spots clouding my vision. It takes three body binding curses to keep me from writhing due to the unbearable pain. The healers have no clue in hell what's going on.

All of a sudden everything stopped, the bleeding, the pain, everything except the power I feel racing through my veins. I look to see what caused the cease fire of my body and there Harry fucking Potter is standing.

"What the shit was in that bullet?!" I cough out. "We need to talk to you." The healer says sharing an unreadable look with her inferiors. When Harry stands up to leave, the healers stop him with a grave look on their faces and the leader says "Both of you."

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