A/N: Well I'm back! Sorry I haven't been able to update in a few days but I've been extrememly busy. Well enough about me. On with the story…..

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything else (characters, setting, etc.) belong to J. K. Rowling and co.

WARNING!!! Slightly mature scenes ahead! This fic is rated M+ just as a reminder!

Chapter 4: The beginning of something new

Draco kept telling himself that he was just here because he wanted to make sure that no one could put the blame on him for Harry's unfortunate accident. By no means was he still lingering in the corner nearest the bed that held the raven haired boy because he was actually concerned about his health. But after Ron and Hermione had explained what happened to Madam Pomfrey and Draco had been cleared to go, still he stayed and kept his silent vigil by the bedside. All the excuses he had been repeating silently to himself had started to sound lame even in his own mind.

This is ridiculous. He's clearly going to be fine. Madam Pomfrey even said so. He just needs rest so his body can heal. There's no reason I need to still be here. Why am I even here anyway? Potter and I aren't even friends. He wouldn't dare be standing here if it were me in that bed…I need to leave. NOW.

But no matter how hard Draco tried to command his legs to move towards the door his body wouldn't cooperate. So there he stood, still waiting until the dark haired boy woke up.

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Harry opened his eyes. And immediately shut them again blocking out the blinding white light. Am I in heaven? He slowly cracked his eyes open again, slowly acclimating them to the light. As he looked around he realized that his first guess as to his location couldn't be further from the truth. No not heaven, just my own personal form of hell. His many trips to the Hogwarts imfirmary were legendary. A running joke of sorts between the students was how long Harry's record of visits to the place would stand before or if it would ever be broken. Madam Pomfrey had even set up his own personal room.

As he began to adjust to his current surroundings the memory of how he had ended up here in the first place slowly came back to him.

Malfoy saved me.

As if the thought alone conjured him, Draco Malfoy sauntered over to Harry's side.

"You're awake."

"How long have I been out?"

"About five hours. Madam Pomfrey gave you half a dose of Dreamless Sleep."

"How long have you been here?"

"Errr…about that long." Draco fidgeted as though admitting he had been here for as long as Harry had been out brought him great discomfort.

Harry decided against questioning why he was even here in the first place. He didn't really want to make the boy more uncomfortable than he already visibly was.

"So umm…thanks for saving me."

"No problem, I mean I couldn't just let you die could I? I'm sure if I had The Weasel would have found some way to blame me for it. It was merely self-preservation."

Harry knew that wasn't the true reasoning behind Draco's actions, but he knew how Malfoys hated to be associated with any acts that could be determined as what they deemed "self-less".

"Sure. Well whatever your motivations, thanks the same."

"Yeah. Well I better be going. See you around Potter."

"See ya Malfoy." And with that the blond haired Slytherin swiftly left the room leaving Harry to his thoughts.

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"Harry! You're awake." Hermione rushed over and threw her arms around Harry's neck, effectively cutting off his breathing supply.

"'Mion..Mione..can't…bre…breath" Harry struggled to get out. Realizing Harry's predicament Ron rushed over and pried Hermione's death grip off of Harry's neck.

"Whoops. Sorry Harry." She stated sheepishly.

"S'okay."

"So how are you feeling mate? Madam Pomfrey said you should be all healed up now." Ron said.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just a slight headache,but nothing major."

"You know Malfoy was here earlier. No idea why the ferret was sticking around longer than necessary. I was going to stay and watch him just in case he tried something, but 'Mione said if he really wanted you to bite the dust he wouln't have went through the trouble of saving you earlier." Ron shrugged.

"Err..yeah..makes sense I guess. He was actually here when I woke up." Harry was desperately trying to think of a subject change. He didn't really know why, but he wasn't overly fond of the idea of questioning Malfoy's actions with his friends at the moment. Luckily Hermione who seemed to have the uncanny, and slightly frightening ability to read Harry's mind decided to spare him.

"So when do you think Madam pomfrey will let you get out of here?"

"She said she wanted to keep me overnight just for observation. I should be free before breakfast tomorrow."

"That's great Harry. So when are you going to reshedule Quidditch tryouts? We really didn't even get a chance to start them today thanks to those damn Slytherins." Ron grumbled.

Thankfully before he could begin his latest tirade about all things evil with Slytherin Madam Pomfrey came and shooed them out claiming her patient needed rest.

The last thing Harry remembered before he drifted off into sleep that night was a pair of mesmerizing gray eyes filled with concern looking down upon him.

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After receiving a clean bill of health and a strong reprimand from Madam Pomfrey about being more careful and not risking his life every few weeks, Harry made his way towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

As he turned the last corner he caught sight of a shocking head of white blond hair out of the corner of his eye. Turning, he saw Malfoy leaning up against the wall half hidden behind a statue of Barmy the Great. Taking a closer look, Harry realized that he wasn't alone. There on her knees, with a mouthful of Draco's hard erection was Pansy Parkinson. Neither noticed Harry's shocked form standing there. Pansy was too busy pleasuring Draco, and Draco currently had his head thrown back in exstacy and eyes closed.

Harry stood rooted to the spot. He could not force himself to move away from the sight before him. As he looked at the pleasure flickering across Malfoy's face and the slightly puffy parted lips letting out quiet moans, he felt himself harden instantly. As if suddenly feeling eyes upon them, Draco snapped his gaze to Harry's.

Green eyes clashed with gray and locked. At the very same moment Draco let out a guttural moan and climaxed. As if the spell was broken, Harry came to himself and sprinted to the Great Hall, trying to put as much distance between himself and Malfoy as humanly possible.

Not until right before he opened the doors to the hall did he realize a sticky substance coating the inside of his trousers. Muttering a quick cleaning spell, he strode into the hall, hoping like hell the flush on his cheeks would go unnoticed.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I just wanted to get something out to you guys for making you wait for a few days.I'll have a longer one up sometime tomorrow. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. It really encourages me to continue.