A/N: Another chapter! This chapter, until I clue you in that Draco is awake, takes place while Draco is sleeping and is on a different plane with Harry. Enjoy!

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.

"Hullo, Malfoy," someone said.

I sat up and looked around. I was startled to see that I was no longer in Potter's room, but in what I assumed was the Gryffindor dorms. I stood up from where I was sitting and realized that I was sitting on a bed. I looked around more, trying to find out who was talking to me.

"You look surprised at where you are," someone said again.

"That's because I was just at St. Mungo's…." I trailed off, still looking around frantically. I must be dreaming, but as I reached out to touch the bed hangings and felt them in my hand, I knew that this was something other than a dream. Finally, my eyes fell on who had spoken to me. They were standing in the doorway of the dorm. His green eyes were bright and he appeared to be less pale and looked healthy. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. How was he here?

"Why were you at St. Mungo's?" he asked.

"Because you're in a coma. You're not responding to treatment. I went to see you," I explained in disbelief.

He looked at me in confusion. He looked around again and looked back at me. "We aren't in St. Mungo's now and as far as I can tell, I'm perfectly healthy and definitely not in a coma," Potter replied.

I shook my head, trying to figure out what this was. "Potter, I just saw you! You were lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of machinery and potions, and you looked like you had one foot in the door of death!" I exclaimed. Sure, we might not be at St. Mungo's right now, but I know what I saw.

He walked over and sat on the bed that was across from the bed I had been sitting on. He still looked confused. "Well, if that is the case, how are we talking right now?" he questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders and ran my hand through my hair. I paced back and forth in front of him as I tried to come up with an explanation. I had nothing. I sat down heavily on the bed opposite him and felt my shoulders sag. "I don't know, Potter. Why are we talking right now?" I questioned.

I looked up at him and this time he shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. We sat in silence for several moments. We stared at each other for a few of those moments. A part of me felt so relieved to see him, to see his green eyes again, but another part of me, a more rational part of me was very confused about how we were seeing each other.

"So, the wars over," Potter commented at last.

I chuckled slightly and shook my head. "Yes, yes, it is," I replied.

He was studying me now. I could feel him looking at me. I met his gaze again. He had a strange look on his face. I wasn't sure what he was trying to figure out in regards to me. "You said I was in a coma and that you were coming to see me. If that's true, why would you be coming to see me?" he asked me.

I was caught off guard by his question. It was one thing to tell a comatose Potter that I was grateful for what he did, and another to tell an awake Potter, even if it wasn't in the real sense.

"Well, I wanted to come and uh….." I trailed off for a moment. He continued to stare at me patiently. This was really hard. I felt like I was having a harder time telling him than I did Granger. You'd think it would be the opposite. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair again. "I wanted to say thank you," I finally said.

He lifted one eyebrow at this. "For?"

"You came back to get me when you could have let me die. You should have let me die. I didn't deserve your heroics," I replied.

He laughed sardonically. "Oh, Malfoy, you think that it would be easy for me to leave you behind? Come on, you know me better than that," he responded.

I stared at him, trying to figure out what he meant. "What do you mean, know you better? I don't know you at all."

He frowned at me. He sat up more on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "We've been in each other's faces for seven years, you learn a thing or two about someone that way," he pointed out.

I snorted. "And what could you have learned about me in all that time?" I demanded.

He chuckled and I felt myself bristle at this. He seemed to be making fun of me. He looked at me seriously though after a moment. "I know that when you were younger that you were a spoiled brat and that your idol was your father. You thought that the world was here to serve you and not the other way around. You thought that hate and anger were the only way to survive in life. I'd say that I noticed a change in you during sixth year. The spoiled Draco Malfoy was no longer there, but was replaced by the tortured young man who had been tasked with a horrible task that he didn't want to do. You may have not liked Dumbledore, but I believe you respected him. Plus, you didn't want to kill anyone at all. You changed. You became human and for the first time you started to question your father and what he stood for. You started to realize that maybe he was wrong," he replied.

My eyes widened as he talked. Everything he said was completely true. Had he really seen all of that? I mean, I know that the spoiled brat and idolizing my father was easy to see. Everyone knew that and saw that on a daily basis, but the rest? How did he know all of that?

"You watched me a lot closer than I thought you did…." I said, trailing off at the end.

He laughed again. "Of course, I did. You were Draco Malfoy, my sworn nemesis at school. I had to keep an eye on you to know when you were up to no good. Just because I strongly disliked you, didn't mean that I didn't see and learn things about who you are as a person," he replied.

"Well, I watched you too," I retorted, raising my chin in defiance. I noticed things about him, didn't I?

He laughed again. I realized that his laugh was not hateful, but amused. I wasn't sure if he had ever laughed at me or whatever in an amused way. "I know. What did you learn?"

I frowned. What had I learned? I studied my enemy very closely, but did I learn anything about him as a person. I tried to think about all the times I had watched him in the Great Hall. "Well, I learned what kinds of foods you liked and your favorite desserts," I pointed out.

He smirked at me. "Very crucial information to know about your enemy," he joked.

I glared at him. "Well, it's hard for me to think about it when I'm not in the setting…." I stopped as the Gryffindor dorm faded and we were sitting in the Great Hall. I sat at the Slytherin table and he sat at the Gryffindor table. Everyone from school was sitting at our tables, but I couldn't hear them. They were also a bit blurry. The only person I could see clearly was Potter. "How did this…?" I trailed off again as I stared in disbelief around me. I must be dreaming.

"What did you learn about me, Malfoy?" he asked again.

I closed my eyes for a moment as I started to think back over the years. I started to speak as things started flooding my memories. "I remember how happy you were when you first started at Hogwarts. You always had this amazed look in your eye as you took in all the magic. Actually, I noticed that nearly every year. Growing up with magic, it didn't surprise me much anymore, but I could see for you that every time you saw anything magical happen that you were in awe every single time. I remember that you were often sad and as a bully, I'd make fun of you for it, but as the person I am now, I can't make fun of you for it, even if I tried. You got a bum deal. You were always missing something in your life and it was always in your eyes. You didn't have your parents, your godfather was taken from you after a short time, Dumbledore was taken from you after a short time, and Lupin. There was always this sadness in your eyes that when I didn't want to make fun of you about it, I noticed it and made me feel a bit sad as well."

Both his eyebrows lifted at this information. "Interesting. I wasn't aware that you would pick up on those sort of feelings," he commented.

I narrowed my gaze at him again. Here I was, sharing what I had taken the time to learn about him over the years and he was making jokes. "I noticed that you cared deeply about your friends and that made me green with envy," I added, bitterness in my tone.

"You were jealous?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course, I was! How could you have not seen that? Every time I was a git to you and your friends, it was because I was jealous of all of them because they got to be friends with you!" I exclaimed angrily.

He frowned. "I'm sorry, I never realized that was how you felt. If you wanted to be friends with me in the first place, you probably shouldn't have been such a prat at Madam Malkin's and on the train," he pointed out.

I blushed and looked away from him. "Yes, well, we've already established that I wasn't the smartest back then when it came to what was right and what was wrong," I replied quietly.

"We didn't establish that," he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but smirked slightly at him. "Well, I'll admit to it. Anyway, I was jealous of how protective you were of your friends and well everyone. I wished for so long that you would extend that to me," I said sadly.

Potter stared at me. He stood up from the Gryffindor table and walked over to my table. He sat down across from me, the person who had been sitting there no longer visible. "I did. In sixth year," he replied quietly.

I looked at him in confusion. "No, you didn't. I never once felt that protection from you in sixth year."

It was his turn to blush and look away from me. "Well, I didn't show it very well. When I followed you into the bathroom, after months of you preoccupying my thoughts because I knew you were up to something, I went in there to see what was going on with you. You in turn tried to curse me," he replied.

I frowned. That was true. "Yes, well, you cursed me back with something that was much worse," I pointed out. I rubbed at my chest absently. The scars were very faint now, but they were still there and I still on occasion felt the tingle of them.

He looked down at his hands and nodded. "Yes, I did and it was one of the worst mistakes I've ever made. I was so grateful for Snape being there. You would have surely died," he responded morosely.

"Yes, I would have, but I didn't. I guess that maybe a part of you did, but I never realized that. I don't think it ever seemed like you would remotely protect me until you rescued me from the fiendfyre. You came back for me and you didn't have to do that," I repeated my earlier statement.

"I couldn't leave you behind," he repeated.

We stared at each other for a few moments. "What about at the trials? You didn't have to make a statement on our behalf," I pointed out.

He blushed slightly at this. That surprised me. Why would he blush? "Well, I owed you both," he said quietly.

My eyes widened. How did he owe us? I'm pretty sure we owed him our lives. "Somehow I doubt that."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you?" he asked in confusion.

"Tell me what?" I questioned, equally confused. My mother had told me nothing.

"She never told you what happened in the forest with Voldemort?" he elaborated. I shook my head. I felt my stomach flutter nervously. My mother was perfectly fine so obviously nothing happened to her. It must have been something that related to Potter. "She told Voldemort I was dead. That's how I was able to get back up to the castle and defeat him," he explained.

"What?" I asked in a quiet voice. My mother lied to the Dark Lord?

Potter was about to respond when he looked around, slightly panicked and started to fade. I looked back equally panicked. I wanted to hear what he meant and I wanted to keep talking to him. We were actually being civil to one another and I found that I liked it.

All too soon I was back in his hospital room and he was still in a coma, unchanged. I stared at him for a moment before I stood and left his room. I walked quickly out of the hospital, unsure of what I had just experienced and how it felt so real.