Upon reading a review suggesting a correct dialog form, I changed how the dialog is read in this chapter, and eventually all the other ones too. Please continue to enjoy my story and let me know what you think on the reviews!

He rested his head back on the bed's headboard and his hands fell limp on his lap with the book tumbling to a side. He sighed again and a sob escaped him, surprised him. And he let go.

"Until tomorrow" he thought.

"Let me be weak, until tomorrow…"

On the other side of the hospital's door, there was a hand resting on the doorknob. Just there.

The bearer's head was down, eyes closed hard and its other hand pressed to the chest.

Why was it so touching hearing this? He had heard countless patients cry with family members or cry while on treatment, or just cry because… But Harry was different. Harry was crying out of frustration. And it meant the man was really distressed at his predicament. Even if he didn't show it in the first weeks, he was by now, letting it show and letting it get to him more and more. Signs of a man who dealt with struggles like this on a daily basis. Learning to allow himself a moment of weakness so he could put on a strong façade for the others to see, for Draco to know he was willing to go on and on with treatments as long as he's cured… what more was there of Harry Potter that he had missed out?

Draco cleared his throat mutely, loosening the nod that formed on the last seconds of thinking. Left the doorknob alone and went back to his office to double check everything for tomorrow's test on the brunet.

He better got everything he needed to know tomorrow, because if his will of curing patients haven't yet resolve him to cure Harry no matter the cost, that sob did the job.

-.-.-

The dawn cracked in the distance, quickly illuminating the surface, waking the early birds of the world.

Except for a soul who did not sleep at all that night. Say specifically Harry Potter, who tried to rest all he could to end up doodling nonsense on his notepad, which was at this point going to need to be replaced.

So when he saw the sun on the rims of his window, he sighed. Leaving the doodles aside, he put his head on the pillow one more time, charming the curtains black so the light won't leak in.

But by the time he was gaining a little sleep, a nurse came in like clockwork at 7am to check on him, quietly.

He stayed limp and close-eyed on the bed, but heard her soft footsteps and shifting of things in the room. She did not turn the curtains back to white, respecting Harry's decision of no light in the room.

When she left, Harry was awake again but decided to let his body rest at least, by not moving at all, even when his mind seemed to be on a race.

By the time lunchtime came around, he had just slept for two brief hours, and was surprised to see Malfoy himself bringing the tray with food. Not hospital food as it was custom already.

"Mrs Weasley says hi, delightful lady by the way. I thought she was going to skin me when she saw me, but it turned out to be a good surprise seeing her smile to me". Said Malfoy as he made his way over the room, letting the tray float to Harry as he made some movements around the room, presumably final arrangements.

Harry was a little putout since he did not expect to be so well rested just with two hours of sleep, or maybe it was upon seeing Malfoy that his body felt better. Because of the whole test thing, obviously… Or was it the food?

Any way, he got the floating tray and started to eat anxiously at everything served. Not even bothering to write a comment on what the blond said, just nodding to him when he felt the other's eyes on him.

Once the food was downed, Harry left out a soft sigh and rested his head back. His exterior seemed calm, but his heart was racing with anticipation. Draco hadn't left the room, silently reading through some old parchments and some notebooks while he ate, and now he was just jotting down something nonstop.

Harry waited, and the more he waited the little his heart went to a kind of normal pace, but still rapid in comparison, almost like tachycardia.

Finally, Harry thought, Malfoy left the pen with which he was scribbling, and raised his sight to him. He smiled, briefly, subtly.

"Shall we begin?"

Was his only phrase. Harry snorted. He needn't English to do that.

The other approached the bed and took seat beside Harry. Intently staring at him, he started a tirade of explaining how the test was going to work, and that Harry needed to let out everything, and just lay still for at least five minutes before Draco could even attempt entering his magical current.

"Good thing is that right now we are almost in perfect magical sync, the rest will let you kick me out if you feel the need to, but I strongly recommend not doing that unless you are very stressed out once I'm in. We will set a safe-word you can think of on your mind for when I'm traveling the current, and before you ask it, yes, I will be able to hear what you think. If even your thoughts are in parseltongue, then we will be damned". Surprisingly, he smiled at that too.

If he was trying to transmit any kind of peace to Harry by doing that, he was failing. So the green eyed man just arched an eyebrow at him for that.

"Anyway, the safe-word will be "Pigmy puff". I went ahead and took the liberty to made it as ridiculously adorable as possible because distress tends to make you think less of adorable things actually… So we'll use that one, no changes can be done. Now, lie down, let us begin" was Malfoy's last, flat-toned serious statement.

He got comfortable and flat on the bed, while he saw Malfoy positioning himself on his side, the parchments he brought with him already forgotten on the table by the side on the bed.

Malfoy took his wand, and with a brief nod, told Harry to look at him in the eyes, and then he said, "I will be entering now" as the only preparation to what was coming. Draco's wand did a circled motion over Harry's chest area, and then a sharp flick down his middle section and lower body. Harry did not took his eyes apart from Draco's on the whole process, trying to control the slight shivering that wanted to shake his body, he contained and kept calm.

Malfoy started chanting under his breath, and Harry was entranced as he saw the fair-haired man work. He was absolutely concentrated, his hands steady as he moved his wand over Harry's body, eyes locked on his, chanting with a good voice rhythm for that kind of complicated charm.

It did not last much before Harry felt the intrusion. His breath caught and hitched when he felt Malfoy's magic connecting. If he had to explain the feeling, it would have been like feeling a curse that made his body whole and at the same time void.

He felt as if his magic was inside, outside, surrounding him, concentrated and volatile all at the same time.

He felt like ice burning his insides, but also a cool breeze elevating him and filling him with vertigo.

It was the weirdest feeling ever, until their minds connected too. And then, he was seeing his own memories combined with Malfoy's, like living with the Dursley's in a huge marble decorated manor. Or learning to fly a broom with a fat Lucius.

The first couple of memories were funny and the combinations made them hilarious, but then he saw a blond boy locked in a cupboard and he somehow realized he had not been the only one suffering that fate. He saw a boy being berated by some older boys, while the blond boy watched, hiding.

Then one by one, the memories where taking their own shape, separated from each other, and fading to the back of the enchantment.

That's when Harry saw –felt– him. Draco, among all the chaos of sensations, memories and magic. There he was standing with a normal button down and gray slacks, hand on his pockets, hair falling to the sides of his face, one side a little longer than the other, eyes brilliant, full of the light that was hauntingly not surrounding any of them.

There was Draco, so glorious, and handsome –harry had to swallow as he thought this– but it was a nice sight. Malfoy smirked a little.

"Is good to know you see me like this, and not like some hideous creature." He combed his hair with his fingers, "Oh, and I love the hair style, I might do it on me" there was a little wink on his face, that seemed so soft and sultry that harry almost blushed.

Malfoy's voice made him felt all the shivers he was trying to conceal, and let his body tremble uncontrollably. Malfoy chuckled.

Reminiscing upon his own body, thinking that if Draco said, 'you see me like this' he might also appear slightly different in his mind's eye. Like magic, a mirror presented itself in front of him and let him take a look.

He was not half bad, a little bit more tanned than he actually was, since he did not exit his house that much lately. Bulk –that he was– due to the exercise. Also his hair was wavy, not messy, like a more conditioned, magazine version of his normal hair.

He was dressed in a muggle V-neck shirt and fitted jeans. He just noticed how both of them were barefooted. The mirror disappeared.

"Well, now that you are comfortable with my intrusion and the way your inner mind see us, I will need to go over there," he pointed a particularly black section among all the blackness surrounding them "And see what is wrong with you".

Harry seemed a little hesitant, but then he mustered courage and whispered, "Can you… Hear me?"

"Oh! Yes, in English nonetheless, that is magnificent" was Draco's cheerful admission, his smile brilliant as the pearly shine of the moon. "That means I won't have to look that hard at the curse, since it's not affecting you beyond your outer speech pattern."

Harry sighed deeply at that. A weight off his shoulders at least "Thanks merlin," he whispered. "So you are going to... leave me here and go about finding the curse?" he asked tentatively.

"That is the plan, yes. Unless you think otherwise? I mean, It might be faster if you come, since you might be able to recognize your magic currents faster than me and pin-point me in the right direction. It'll take me less time and it'll be less solitary if you come."

"So you needed me all along but you were going to go by yourself?" was his reproachful remark.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like that. I need you to come with me since we are traveling and intruding your body, but it is not mandatory. If by chance your inner mind did not want to go with me, then I would have just gone alone," Malfoy explained evenly, in that same compound tone he used to chant.

"But you knew I would accompany you, didn't you?" Harry had to close his eyes a little suspiciously at that thought.

"I had my hopes up, to tell you the truth… Do you remember the safe word?" asked the blonde in a way that dismissed the first argument.

"Yes, pig –"

"Do not say it! Save it for the occasion. Now, please follow me. I don't want to intrude your mind and magic core more than its necessary." Malfoy started to stir to the side, facing that indescribable blackness to his left, and waited until Harry was approaching him, to extend his hand towards Harry, without seeing him, and then stepping into the dark.

As soon as Harry took Draco's hand and followed him into the dimness, his body felt squished and as if he was evaporating.

He could hear Draco's voice calling him on, "Show me the way to the currents on your hand, we will go to where this curse started."

And so he did.