When Harry finally did reach the infirmary, something curious began to happen. Draco started to heal. All cuts and bruises began to fade and Draco noticed that his headache, which had been raging unrelentingly, had now receded until it was only a dull throbbing, and soon that too faded away.

"Wha-?"

"I don't know..." Draco responded to Harry's unintelligently worded question. "I didn't do anything, did you?"

Harry shook his head. "Do you think we should tell anyone about this?"

"Well... what do you think they'll say? It's not as though this is really unusual, seeing as we're wizards and all... It could easily have been a subconscious healing spell."

Harry gave Draco a look, "Subconscious healing spell? Draco, those are very rare and you know it! Plus, they only happen when people are in dire need of being healed, and now that there are hospitals set up everywhere, those survival instincts to use magic without knowing that you've done so have basically vanished from the genetic make up of our being. You should know that. You take History of Wizards. I only learnt it from Hermione."

Draco sat in a stunned silence for a second before saying, "Never sound that smart again. It doesn't suit you."

Harry hit the blond on the head. "Shut up."

"Hermione?" Harry whispered upon entering the library.

Hermione's head poked up from behind a large stack of books, and Harry quickly walked over to her, plopping down in one of the chairs.

"Hey Harry, how's Draco?"

"Well, I actually came to see you about him... You see, I came back to Hogwarts, and Draco was all beat up, and-"

Hermione cut him off, "Is he okay!"

"Oh yeah, he's fine, which is what I came to talk to you about. When I was taking him up to the infirmary he was as beat up as ever, but when I got near the hospital wing, he began to heal, and when the healing stopped... there wasn't a scrape on him!"

"How did he get beat up, do you know?" Hermione asked, making Harry sigh irritably.

"I don't know! I didn't ask! I was a little preoccupied with the fact that he healed himself without a spell!"

"No need to get angry!" Hermione told him, and Harry calmed himself down.

"Would it, by any chance, have to do with a bond of some sort? I mean, just being with each other for long enough might result in a sort of bond which could, although highly unlikely, strengthen your magic a bit..." Hermione said.

"The bond! Of course!" Harry whispered to himself, "thanks 'Mione! I owe you one!"

Hermione watched Harry with a confused look on her face as he ran out the door.

"I KNOW WHY YOU HEALED!" Harry screamed as he ran into the room he shared with Draco.

"Shut up for a second, I'm watching TV!" came an irritable voice from the bedroom.

"But this is important!"

"Stop whining! This is the important part!"

Curious, Harry walked into the room to see just what Draco was watching on TV.

"You're watching a soap opera!" Harry practically yelled in disbelief.

"SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!" Draco screeched. Harry did as he was told, but had to exit the room because he was laughing too hard.

After a while, Draco stepped out of the bedroom to see his husband. "Now what did you want?"

"You were watching a soap opera!" Harry laughed.

Draco had a puzzled expression on his face and said, "A what?"

"A soap opera, it's a TV show that's just one trama after another, and where you discover that people who died, aren't dead..."

"Oh yeah, there was one guy on there who everyone thought had died, but then, they discovered that he had been living in disguise as their butler!" Draco's eyes were full of delight at the discovery of the television and soap operas.

"Anyways. I can't believe that you of all people would be watching a soap opera. But that's not what I came here to say, I figured out how you healed yourself!" Harry was practically swelling with pride, being able to tell Draco something that he didn't already know.

"I know how I healed myself," he said nonchalantly, and walked over to the fridge to retrieve a soda.

Harry's jaw fell. "But, you, uh... how do you know?"

"Well, I was sitting here thinking... 'what could have made me heal?' when it occurred to me. The bond of course!" he smirked, "And I bet you didn't figure it out by yourself, you probably had help from that Granger girl."

Harry growled, half because he didn't like Draco figuring it out before him, and half because he didn't like Draco being right.

Raising an eyebrow at Harry, Draco took a sip from his soda. Harry was about to retort, perhaps tackle him or some other such form of anger, but thought better of it.

"How'd you get beat up in the first place?" he asked, with almost a smug tone to his voice, knowing full well that Draco wouldn't like the idea of telling anyone he was beat to a pulp.

Harry was right, Draco gagged on his soda and stood coughing for a bit before choking out, "What?"

"You know, when I found you, you were all beat up, so I was wondering how you got all of the bruises and such on you."

"Well, you see, I was... well, wrestling! Wrestling with Crabbe and Goyle, and they're so stupid, they don't know when they're actually hurting someone, so I... got hurt!" he finished lamely.

"Uh-huh," was the incredulous reply.

"It's true!"

"I'll be right back," was all Harry said.

"Hey, where're you going?" demanded Draco.

"Be back!" and with that, Harry had run out the door with his invisibility cloak.

"Alright, I'm back!" Harry sung, coming back into the room. Draco quickly sat up on the couch.

"Where've you been?"

"Getting this," Harry held up a vile of Veritiseum.

Draco paled.

"I figure that if you're telling the truth about how you got bruised and beaten, you wouldn't mind drinking some of this, and answering the question again, am I right?"

"About that... I wasn't being completely honest... Just twisted the truth a little bit, easily overlooked, right? I mean-"

Harry cut the blond off. "Drink it," he ordered.

"No."

"Yes."

"I refuse."

"I don't care."

Draco gaped in mock surprise and gave a pitiful sniffle, "You don't care? But what about my comfort! Don't you care about me at all!"

"Draco, just drink the stuff."

Malfoy's tone of voice changed so it sounded more like a five year old, "No."

"Malfoy, you drink this right now or else," Harry warned.

"Or else what?" he challenged.

Harry had to think about this or a second. What could he possibly do to the bond git to get him to drink the stuff?"

"I'll... I'll hex you," he warned, although not very threateningly.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "So? I'll hex you back. Worse."

"I'll tell all your friends you kissed me!"

"I'll tell yours you kissed me back."

Both boys were glaring at each other now.

"I'll make Millicent Bullstrode send you a howler which confesses her love for you," Harry was sure that this would work.

"You could do that?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded.

"Well, then I'll make Neville Longbottom send you a howler confessing his love for you."

"I don't think Neville would do that."

"Imperious curse, does wonders."

"That's Dark magic! You can't use that, it's cheating!"

"Fine, I'll use the black mail I have on him to get him to send the howler, how's that?"

The two went back into the glaring contest.

"Fine!" Harry finally yelled out, "I'll get you to drink this later, I have to go see Seamus right now anyways."

"Wait!" called Draco as Harry started heading out.

"Hm?"

"Don't leave. You... ah... have homework!"

Harry quirked an eyebrow, "I finished it all. Now stop acting like Hermione," Draco cringed at this.

"You can't go!" Draco yelled.

"Why not?" demanded The-Boy-Who-Lived, in all his stubborn glory.

"Because... because... The only reason Seamus talks to you is because he wants to get into your pants!" Draco called out.

Harry got a funny look on his face for a few seconds before he bust up laughing.

"What?" Draco looked around wildly as if someone else had made Harry laugh. "I'm telling the truth!"

"You... haha... are worried... snort ... that Seamus," Harry couldn't finish his sentence, he just kept laughing.

"What! You don't believe me!" Draco was outraged.

Harry laughed harder.

"Stop laughing, I'm not joking!"

Harry stopped long enough to chortle, "I know!" before he lapsed back into hysterical giggling.

Now Draco was completely confused, a feeling that he didn't like. "Then why are you laughing!"

"Because you sounded," Harry busted up again before continuing "You sounded... Jealous!"
Draco blinked for a few seconds before realizing it was true. He had sounded jealous.

"I'm not!" he argued feebly.

"Drink the Veritisium and we'll find out!"

"Fine!" Draco yelled angrily, and downed the whole vile before he fully comprehended what he had done.

"Shit," was all he said as Harry's already victorious expression turned more smug.

A/N: Mwahaha! What shall we all find out while Draco is under the power of the truth potion? I think we all already know! But that's okay, you'll find out next chapter anyways!

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