Author: Hey... I love it when people review... well, here goes another chappie... enjoy...

Harry felt so warm and safe as he awoke in the early morning. His vision was blurred as he opened his eyes; no doubt due to the absence of his glasses. The raven-haired boy's head spun slightly but he could feel someone's hand warming his and the Gyffindor looked to see a blurry image of the sleeping vampire.

'Draco... where am I? I must be in the hospital wing or something... but why?' Harry thought to himself in the early hours of the morning.

Harry didn't want to wake Draco so he lay there contently enjoying the warmth of the sleeping boy's breath.

'He was worried about me...Damn it... guess I can't make any more excuses... he looks so gentle when he sleeps... I could get used to this.' Harry blushed and then sighed contently.

The sleeping beau eventually awoke and was happy to see Harry was the same, though he tried to not show it.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Draco asked as they both sat up.

Harry grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand with his free hand.

"Uh, I think so..." Harry said while looking into the vampire's eyes.

"What... happened?" Draco asked him.

"I... um... if I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone." Harry asked him.

"If it's not life threatening, then I won't tell." Draco said coolly.

"Um... I'm not sure if it is or not..." Harry said carefully.

"Harry... tell me." The vampire said and looked seriously into his eyes.

"I've been having nightmares about that night and today after the fight I felt as if a Dementor had it's arms around me and... I couldn't breathe and both times my scar burned..." Harry spilled almost everything to the attentive vampire.

Draco's eyes were wide with overwhelming concern for his crush. Silence followed and Harry looked away from Draco, ashamed because of the burden he had just made the vampire share.

"I'm... sorry. I shouldn't have said anything..." Harry apologized to his confidant.

"Don't be sorry, it was important." Draco told his emerald-eyed desire softly.

A knock came at the hospital wing door and Madam Pomfrey came from her room to open the door to a slightly ruffled Ron and Hermione.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled when she saw him.

The pair came over quickly to the surprised boys.

"Are you alright... we just heard... what happened..." Hermione started going off with questions.

"He got sick and collapsed after you two left." Draco said calmly.

"I thought you two were coming here yesterday, where were you?" Harry questioned trying to keep the conversation from going into an unwanted direction.

"Uh... the closet we were in got locked by Peeves and he wouldn't let us out until this morning..." Hermione explained.

"Oh... how did you end up in a closet in the first place?" Draco inquired while repressing a small smile.

"Uh... that's not really important. What's important is that Harry's fine... aren't you Harry?" Hermione tried to cover things up.

"Uh... yeah... just fine." Harry lied with a weak smile.

Draco gave Harry a small look but played along with it.

"Madam Pomfrey gave him some medicine and now he's better." Draco tried to back up Harry.

"That's great!" Hermione said happily.

Madam Pomfrey made her way from one of the other students in the infirmary to Harry and his group of friends.

"Mr. Potter how are you feeling today?" Madam Pomfrey inquired of her patient.

"I'm fine." Harry told her while faking another small smile.

"Can he leave?" Ron asked her.

"Fine but if he doesn't feel well again, bring him back here immediately." Madam Pomfrey declared after looking over Harry quickly.

Without any more words Harry got up and they left the hospital wing. Harry was feeling much better but that didn't keep Draco from glancing worriedly at his secret crush often.

"Today's Monday right? What classes do we have?" Harry asked Ron.

"None." Ron said grinning.

"What?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Well, our first class was canceled because of a thick sheet of ice on the doors and hallway surrounding it, the second class we have is Transfiguration and Professor McGonagall came down with a nasty case of the flu, and the last class we can't have because Hagrid is busy chipping off the sheets of ice that cover the walls of our first class." Hermione informed with some disappointment in her voice.

"Hey, I know what we can do... anyone up for a game of wizard's chess?" Ron asked.

"Honestly Ron, I thought you'd decide to finally work on your homework." Hermione scolded him.

"Oh come on... lets not start that again... I'll do it eventually..." Ron half whined.

The group spent the day in the library; Hermione made them all attempt to work on homework but conversation quickly broke though. Quidditch was talked about at great length, annoying Hermione quite a bit. The winter day seemed to flow smoothly though, even after Ron got is "new" dress robes sent to him from Mrs. Weasley. Harry also received new dress robes from Mrs. Weasley that she had bought for him. Harry always felt guilty when the Weasleys got him something. Night soon came and they all retreated to their common rooms, Draco left with Crabbe and Goyle at the end of dinner to go to theirs.

"There... fifteen pages done! Now can I take a break Hermione?" Ron begged her.

"Hnnn.... fine, just as long as you finish it tomorrow." The bushy-haired girl told him.

Hermione sat in a chair by the fire with Croakshanks curled up on her lap, Ron now sat back reading a broomstick catalog in his chair, and Harry sat deep in thought while pretending to be working hard on homework. The truth is, Harry was burdened by unpleasant thoughts regarding his desires for Draco. Harry knew that he loved Draco but was worried that the handsome vampire didn't share in that love. The Griffindor also was concerned that even if the affection was returned, Harry's nightmares and headaches would be an unfair hassle for his valentine.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now..." Hermione said after almost everyone had cleared out of the common room.

"Yeah, I think I will too... it must be past midnight." Ron agreed and got up.

"You go ahead, I'm gonna keep working on this." Harry said as Ron waited for him.

"Goodnight..." Ron said and they both left for their own rooms.

Ron and Hermione's departure left Harry alone downstairs in front of the dying firelight. Harry put down the homework he had been pretending to do and cuddled up in his comfy red armchair.

'I can't stop thinking about everything... the only time I have any piece of mind is when I'm with Draco. Maybe I just want to be around him for that reason and that would be wrong wouldn't it?' Harry closed his eyes and sighed.

Sleep was overtaking the young Gryffindor when something caught his attention. The portrait door creaked open slightly and Harry heard faint hissing noises that sounded like words he knew.

"Burn everything..." A whisper came from outside the portrait hole.

Harry thought he was just dreaming as he drifted off to sleep, but he would soon find out that it was no dream...

Author: Another cliffie... sorry... but if you review lots, I'll be happy to update... . till then... .