Back from my long vacation in laziness land! You should all be proud that I decided to return to you. The spur for this ridiculous and tiring venture back into writing, you ask? Simple. Reviewers!!! Even though it must have taken about a year to find my story through all the other Harry/Draco fanfics, you did. My hero. Again, thanks go out to my SIX reviewers, one of whom reviewed TWICE. My god I love reviewers. I'd marry you all if I weren't already engaged to a dog, a couch, my shrink, and half of my friends. On with the story, you lovely, lovely people!! –Hugs-

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Snape? Harry thought with a growing sense of anxiety. Draco, while also worried about his professor's involvement in the matter, smirked at Potter's obvious discomfort.

Yes, Potter. He's been your potions teacher for, I don't know, six years? I know you're dense, but really. Madam Pomfrey, who had been standing by watching the boys, huffed in annoyance.

" I will have no insults being thrown in my infirmary!" she growled at them. " If you must abuse one another, do it aloud so I can at least punish you for it!" Draco unsuccessfully tried to contain a giggle at her immense frustration. It came out as a strangled gagging noise, making her eye twitch.

"Draco Richard Lucious Yellando Germasdi Pindic Malfoy! I will not have your…rude thoughts in my room. Twenty points from Slytherin!" Draco gasped as his increasingly asinine middle names were whipped at him. At the mention of house points, Harry gave him a peculiar mind sneer.

Good job Malfoy. Your house is now in last place. What do you do for an encore? Laugh at Snape? he jibed. Malfoy sighed. He knew that laughing at the teacher in charge of his well-being was not the wisest course, but admitting so to Potter was unthinkable. He put on a bit of his earlier bravado and huffed.

It's just Madam Pomfrey. She's a nurse. Am I to bow down and take whatever this half-blooded wench wishes to dole out? he asked.

Malfoy, in case you didn't know, Voldemort is a half-blood. And I, personally, am much more scared of Pomfrey than of him. If SHE wanted to take over the world, we'd be in real trouble, Harry joked, simultaneously smiling at the aging woman. Malfoy couldn't help but smirk at the notion.

Potter, if Pomfrey wanted to take over the world, the world would take its medicine and say thank you. Harry laughed aloud, a throaty, full laugh that Malfoy hadn't heard him voice in ages. That he was the one to make him so amused shocked him…but perhaps not in a bad way. It was almost pleasant having someone who did not have a pound of meat better used for holding water than information for brains. Not that Goyle didn't have his bright moments. Once, when Draco had thrown up in the sink for the seventh time that night, Goyle had made the ingenious conclusion that Draco wasn't feeling too well.

Don't get too attached, his brain whispered to him in a secluded place that Harry- Potter, that was- couldn't invade.

I won't, he promised himself, somehow disappointed with the notion that he and Potter would be back to their fiery animosity soon enough.

Did you…think something, Malfoy? Harry asked.

…No, Harry. By the time Malfoy got his quiet answer out, Harry was already asleep.

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Meh, sucky ending, I know. I would love to put, I don't know, a cliffhanger or something, but… I suck at cliffhangers. Mostly because I feel…sympathy for the people reading it…wow, im a wimp. Anyway, enjoy, my loves!