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Chapter 4

Several days had passed after the incident and there were no signs of Draco getting any better. He still had a high temperature, and he was coughing really badly. Whenever Harry suggested calling a Healer, he would refuse. Harry was getting frustrated by him.

"Why are you so stubborn?" he asked one night to Draco, as he was eating a bowl of soup slowly.

"'Cause I don't want to," answered Draco. "I know what's wrong with me. And I don't need any help." He looked up at Harry and said more quietly, "Why are you helping me? We hate each other. I'm not worth it. I should probably leave."

"I'm helping you 'cause….I don't know. Maybe I'm more mature than you and I'm moving forward with my life and I'm way passed the stupid school rivalry that we had? Maybe, because you came to me, and asked for help from me?" after a pause, he added slowly. "Maybe we can start over, and you stop being the ass that we all know and start a new life or try to be friends?" he extended his hand to Draco who looked puzzled, and waited. "I'm Harry Potter, and you are?" a look of hurt crossed Draco's handsome features, but he grasped Harry's hand and said.

"Draco Malfoy, an asshole, stubborn, arrogant git, extremely handsome and gay." Harry's eyes snapped at Draco's, whose face was red as a tomato, and he was positive that it was not because of his temperature.

"Gay? How? When?" asked Harry still holding Draco's hand, it seemed like neither of them wanted to drew his hand back first.

"Well, I was 13 when I started to feel some changes in me. Father, of course, was disappointed. He abused me for about a year or so. Then Voldemort came back to life, if you can call it a life, he took me with him to all of their meetings, thought that I can change my 'type' and start to like women instead, I still respect them, and I tried to have a go or two but nothing. On the other hand, I had mom. She was always there for me whenever I felt bad that father was mad at me, 'cos I couldn't have a go with a woman. She always held me when I cried, she always told me to be strong whatever would happen to me. And how I thanked her? I took away her memories. And for what? To help her have the life that she always wanted? Yeah right, that's why she's now in St. Mungo's." he snorted and looked at the wall in front of him. "I'm a bad man, always am, and always will be. And you" he looked back at Harry, who looked sad, "you help this man who did all the bad things to you and your friends, called you names, bullied you for 7 years, and now you help me, why? Give me a good reason why you want to help me?"

Harry was silent for several minutes, and looked to their hands, which were still together, as he started to try to answer to his question he heard voices from downstairs. He looked at Draco, who too busy was watching their entwined hands. Harry, with grimace pulled his hand back, tried hard not to feel disappointed at the loss of warmth, and stood.

"I'll be right back, it might be Hermione, she came the other day, she really is worried about you, you know? We changed, and both look at life differently. It's still hard to say the same about Ron, but he'll come around." He shook his head, and plastered a false smile, Draco saw that his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Eat your soup before it gets cold." and left.

Draco sat at the bed and started to play with his food, not really tasting it, and thought about what had happened to him these past few days. He started at the beginnning, why did he even come to Po-Harry? That was strange to even think of Potter as Harry, let alone say the name aloud.

"Harry." It was strange to say his name. It was like a new word to him. He tried again…and again…and again…unaware of the green-eyed boy who opened the door, and was looking at him, a small smile on his face.

"Yes?"

"Shit." Draco cursed. "Maybe you sould've knocked or something?"

"Oh really? Is this your house or something?" he looked at Draco as if waiting for any objections. "I guess not." He shook his head and said. "I'm going out with Hermione and Ron. Do you need something?" Draco shook his head no. "Ok, feel free to explore the house, but keep quite on the hallways you don't want to wake anything up. You know already where the living room is. The library is on the 2nd floor…"

"Potter, will you leave already?" Draco cut-him short. "I won't be going anywhere. Maybe I'll go home, when you are not here. Thanks for the hospitality and all, but I really like to be in my own home, in my own bed. Thanks again. And when you come back you won't find me here anymore."

Harry looked saddened at that, but shrugged and said. "Ok, maybe I'll see you around. Bye." With that, he left.

Truth to be told neither of them wanted Draco to leave. Draco liked it in here, and Harry wanted the company.

When he was sure that he was alone in the house, he sat up straight in bed, swung his legs off the bed and tried to stand. So far, so good. He started to walk to the door of the bedroom. He opened it and looked around. It was eerily quiet. He shrugged and started towards downstairs. Curtains covered the entire hallway. He raised his hand to open one of the curtains, but remembered Harry's warning and thought better off it. He walked around just a bit, and ended up in the drawing room. It was the brightest room in the whole house. The walls were white, the furniture was red, and at the far end corner was a grand black royal piano. He swallowed hard and with a feeling dread as he walked towards it. He sat down in front of it and just looked at it. He could already hear the music in his head. He closed his eye and lift up his hand to start to play, but when he touched the note he saw a red light and opened his eyes almost fearfully. He stood up cast one last look at the room and left the house.

When he was home, at last, he decided that he needed to make some changes; his mum was in St. Mungo's and will stay there, God knows how long for. Idiot. He thought for a moment what to do, and an idea clicked to him. Why not? And started to pack his things. He just hoped that he'd agree.

A/N: well, dunno how you liked this one, but I'll be happy to receive some reviews.