A/N I know, last chapter was really sucky. But what can I say? I really shouldn't be watching the Olympics while I'm typing. Lol

Anyway, Harry gets a visitor. Hopefully this chapter won't be another epic fail...

Disclaimer: Not that good of a writer... Therefore, do not own HP.

Save Me, No One

Chapter 9

Harry Potter hated the Hospital Wing; he always had. And now, even more than ever.

Madam Pomfrey was hanging around, constantly watching him. And if it wasn't her, then it was McGonagol, Flitwick, Sprout, Slughorn, etc. Thankfully, Snape had yet to make another appearance.

Just the thought of the dark man made Harry feel... unsure of how he felt.

On one hand, Snape just knew how to push his buttons, constantly saying the wrong thing, throwing Harry off balance. That made the young man's blood boil.

On the other hand, the man, despite not caring about him, seemed to-if that made any sense. But Harry wasn't even sure he wanted the man to care anymore (Snape had seemed a little off during his last visit, completely changing directions with the conversation. Multiple times).

The Boy Who Lived was just beyond frustrated. Both with his ex Professor, and his own errant emotions.

The next day, Harry awoke to find someone different in the Hospital Wing.

"You!" Harry snapped, glaring at Draco Malfoy. "And I granted you a full pardon?"

The blond boy glared. "Hey, I saved your life-"

"I didn't want to be saved!"

Draco sneered, very Snape-like. Maybe it was a Slytherin thing... "Obviously, since you WERE trying to kill yourself... Why were you?"

Harry shrugged. "Too many reasons to count, really. The war... its been rough on a lot of people..."

Draco rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth out the worry lines that had started to appear sixth year. "Don't I know."

"Why are you here, anyway?" Harry asked, sitting up against the pillow.

"To see you. I was... sorta worried..." Draco blushed, rubbing his clean-shaven chin.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Worried. About me."

"Well, you didn't see yourself that night! Bleeding all over..." Malfoy cried indignantly.

They fell into an uneasy silence, as Draco seemed to search for something to say. "You need to shave, Potter."

The black haired teen laughed, rubbing his chin where curly black hairs were abundant. "I know. I'm turning into Hagrid."

"Doubtful. You're way to small..." Draco trailed off, his face turning slightly pained. Harry looked away, fearing that somehow, the blond ex Death Eater knew...

"When will they be letting you out?" Draco asked, quickly changing the subject.

"I don't know. Hopefully soon."

"Where will you go? Once they let you out, that is?"

Harry opened his mouth, than shut it, actually unsure about where to answer. "Maybe I'll get my own place. Maybe I'll go to Gri-my godfather's old house. I really don't know."

Draco hesitated. "What about Weasel or Granger?"

Harry bit his lip. "I dunno. I don't think I can really talk to them after everything. We DID spend all of last year traversing the country together..."

"If you ever need anywhere to stay, Malfoy manner is always open. I'm sure mum would let you in and, you know."

Harry smiled slightly, pleased with the change that had happened between himself had Draco. Of course, sparing the boy a life sentence to Azkaban would do that. "I'm sorry about your dad. I tried-"

"I know. But you have to admit, he had a lot of evidence against him," Draco muttered bitterly, still angry that his father forced him to get the Dark Mark. "Its been nicer, though. At my house, I mean. Less presure." At Harry's raised eyebrow, the boy explained, "You have to live up to Malfoy standards. Be perfect, for lack of better words. Father was really tough on me..."

Harry's eyebrows scrunched together. "Did he yell at you a lot?"

Malfoy blushed. "Yeah, I guess."

Harry felt something niggling in the back of his mind. "Did he ever do anything... more... than yell at you?"

Draco looked uncomfortable, letting out a relieved sigh when Poppy entered. "All right, Mr. Malfoy, you may go now. Have a pleasent trip!"

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey. See you around, Potter," the boy said, as he left the room.

Harry stood up, stretching. Finally, the darned Mediwitch was letting him get up from the blasted bed. Spending a week bedridden in an empty Hospital Wing is really boring.

The conversation with Draco was bugging him. The hesitation that the other man gave, when Harry had asked (in a slightly round about way) if his dad ever hit him. Harry was sure Draco knew what he had meant when he had asked; the recognition flashed in his grey eyes.

But why didn't he say anything?

'Have you?!' a voice in his head screamed. Harry told the voice to shove it.

"Harry dear? You have to eat," Madam Pomfrey urged, causing the boy to take a bite of the pizza the house elves had whipped up.

"Sorry. I was thinking," Harry muttered with his mouth full, causing the woman to frown.

"Chew, please. What were you thinking about?"

"Draco. I think his dad... I think his dad used to hit him..." Harry shook his head, angrily. Just saying this made it more real. And MAN!did Harry hate people who hurt the children entrusted to their 'care'.

Poppy sighed, saying, "I think so too."

A/N I know, strange ending. But whatever. Seemed better than lat chapter, but I dunno. So REVIEW, please!