Author's note: Surprise, the Weasley's aren't in this chapter! But they are in the next I promise. Sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to give you guys something new to read. I greatly appreciate you guys and I hope you continue reviewing and stuff:)

The rest of the afternoon was practically uneventful. Harry took Draco for a walk in the gardens of the hospital, making him look at all his favorite flowers and greenery, and they were allowed to eat lunch there, eating peanut butter and jam sandwiches on the benches. Surprisingly, Draco kept his snide comments to himself. When they returned, Harry took a short nap, and Draco took that opportunity to read more of Harry's letters.

He read one to Voldemort and to his Godfather Snape, and then Draco found one addressed to himself. He thought his time to read it was limited, so he put the box back and took the letter into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, he unfolded the letter and began to read.

Draco,

I am sorry for how I've acted to you in school. Sometimes when I think about my past I remember how I denied my friendship to you, and all the times after and I was absolutely terrible to you. I hate the way I acted, and I wish I had a time turner so I could take it all back. I also remember the time I saw you crying in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. I still have nightmares about how you looked when I cast that hex at you. I didn't know what it would do; I got it from my potions book, which had shortcuts and stuff about doing potions in class. It just said to use it on your enemies, but not what it would do to them. I would take it back if I could, all of it. I reflect on how I've treated people in the past, and your name comes up the most because I've been the worst to you. I feel like the only way I can stop hurting people is to stop talking altogether. I wish I could just be your friend…

Harry.

Draco was full of emotion after reading Harry's letter to him. He felt sympathetic because the Slytherin knew what it was like to not want to hurt anyone and to make people happy, but he was angry that the answer was so simple. He could faintly hear Harry waking up through the bathroom door, and he decided to hold in his feelings and pretend like nothing happened. He had a plan to use this information, but knew the best time to gain a reaction was to do it when the Weasels were visiting tomorrow. For now, Draco folded up the paper and put it in the back of his pants to hide it from Harry.

Harry yawned and sat up in bed, putting on his glasses. He briefly wondered where the blond had gone, but as his eyes focused he saw him leaving the bathroom. "Good morning, Potter. Or afternoon. Or night. You can't really be sure in here. You know, they should give you a clock to hang up on the wall, or at least a watch—"

Draco was cut off by a black haired healer opening the door, two trays of dinner in hand. The healer set the trays down on Harry's bed and also handed the brunet some blank paper, which Draco assumed was for more letters.

"Excuse me, but can we put a clock or something in here? It's a wonder that Harry's not insane." Draco asked, moving his food to his bed.

"Getting tired of being in here already Malfoy? You know we aren't going to give you special treatment," the medi-wizard replied.

"No actually, I want it to tell the time. I must be mad if I want a clock for its proper function. Harry probably would like one as well. Wouldn't you Harry?" Draco looked at Harry, and smiled in satisfaction at the Golden boy's nod.

"Fine. You can have a clock in here," The healer pulled out his wand and transfigured a clock on the wall, just above the door and left the room.

"As hot as the medi-wizards are, they are pretty irritating," Draco remarked, looking in a sort of disgust at what the hospital calls 'meatloaf'.

Draco's remark surprised Harry. The brunet always thought of him as straight, but his comment made Harry think otherwise. Harry brushed the thought aside and the two ate quickly, Draco matching Harry's silence and the snake took their finished trays over to the door. He was aware he could leave the room at any time, but he still felt like a caged animal and sympathized with Harry for a moment. He looked up at the clock, and wondered why they were fed so late, as it was near nine o'clock.

Harry yawned again and Draco decided he needed as much sleep as he could get if he was forced to be around a band of Weasels in the morning. Draco groomed himself with the hair brush he was given and brushed his teeth, climbing into his bed and attempting to get comfortable. He had the feeling tomorrow would be a long day.