Hiya guys! It's me, do you remember me? I'm sorry it took a while for this to come out, and I know it's a tad on the shorter side, but I think my muse got abducted and replaced with a little hobgoblin. Or an orc. But either way, I'm really struggling to get my ideas out, so if you have any ideas, I would looooove to hear them. Seriously!

Disclaimer: Hmmm...to own or not to own, THAT is the question. Although it really isn't. If I had the option, I would. But I didn't, I don't, and I never shall. =(

Chapter Eleven

Harry groaned.

"Harry? Are you awake now?" a disembodied voice said that sounded an awful lot like Hermione.

Harry opened his eyes, but slammed them shut almost immediately against the glaring flourescent lights.

"Yup, he seems awake," said another voice that sounded like it belonged to Ron. "Although, he was sleep-talking earlier, so I guess we shouldn't be so sure."

"No, I'm awake," Harry said, surprised at how normal his voice sounded when compaired to how horrible he felt. He risked opening his eyes again, and the experience wasn't quite as terrible as before.

"What happened? And what did I say?"

"Well, Ron was passed out in the entry way when he heard that Malfoy kissed you, and Older Malfoy tried to break into the house but must have miscalculated, since we all were there. He hit you with the same spell he hit the other wittness with, but got away because I didn't want to leave the two of you unconcious and unattended on the floor. You hit your head pretty hard when you fell, but they checked and you don't have a concussion. Once Ron awoke and you stayed passed out, we brought you to St. Mungo's. Under disguise of course," Hermione answered.

"And as for what you said, well...let's say you seemed to be having a little bit of a...well, a sexuality crisis," Ron said. He ears and face flamed, and Hermione hit his arm.

"Oh, you heard that," Harry mumbled. He didn't even know that he sleep-talked.

"But you weren't knocked out for too long, the doctors here remembered the other case and were able to wake you almost immediately upon arrival. Although they did say that you should stay here for at least a day so that they can monitor you and make sure that nothing new developes. The other guy didn't have anything else happen, so you should be fine. Right Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah, no worries mate," Ron said, clearly still a little spooked by what he heard Harry say although Harry had to admit that he hadn't heard the worst of what he had thought in the previous dream starring Draco. At the thought, Harry matched Ron's face from before.

"Harry, are you alright? Should I call the doctor in?" Hermione worried.

"No, no, I'm, I'm fine. Don't worry about it, it's nothing, just something I remembered from earlier. Don't worry about it," Harry said. He did NOT need them finding out about his other dream. That would prove...very awkward.

"So, in all the excitement 'Mione never explained why Malfoy, uh, why he, you know..." Ron drifted into silence.

"Kissed me?" Harry supplied.

"Yeah, that."

Harry then delved into the whole story of Draco storming in, ranting about Blaise, saying he was gay, going house hunting, and then kissing him when the realtor thought they were a couple and was uncomfortable.

"Oh, ok, that's not too bad I guess," Ron admitted. "I mean, besides from the fact that Malfoy kissed you. But from Hermione just saying he kissed you, I kinda jumped to conclusions and panicked a bit."

"Why, would me being gay make you uncomfortable?"

"Are you?" "I don't know," Harry mumbled.

"Either way, we support you Harry, like I said earlier. Right Ron?" Hermione said.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Anyway, I think Ron and I will leave you to your thoughts. We will come see you tomorrow, but probably after you are released," Hermione said, standing up and dragging Ron with her.

They said their goodbyes, and then departed. Harry didn't quite know what to do with himself, so he thought that he would try to go back to sleep. However, sleep evaded him so he decided to do some thinking. He thought about the case, trying to avoid thinking about Draco and that whole dilema. He found it curious that Lucius had made mistakes that left some key wittnesses. And, considering the nature of the entire Malfoy family, mistakes as egregious as that just don't happen. So then Harry thought, what if they weren't mistakes? But that would draw up another question: if they weren't mistakes, then what purpose did they serve? The only commonality that was fairly obvious was Harry and Ron, since they were both near or at the scene of the crime. Could that be it?

Meanwhile, at Malfoy Manor, Narcissa and Draco were sitting down in the sitting room (a good place to sit) each picking up their individual books. Draco was just starting to become intrigued by a particularly difficult potion in his potions book when Narcissa interupted his concentration.

"Draco darling, you wouldn't believe what I heard today."

"What did you hear today, Mother?" Draco grumbled, annoyed at the interuption.

"I heard that Potter was at your little home away from home for a couple days. Did you invite him or do I need to have a little chat with Harry?"

"No, I invited him. That discussion is one you do not need to have with him, Mother," Draco said.

"Does that mean you two are friends now?" Narcissa asked. "He is quite the wonderful boy, and a good ally to have, especially with our family history."

"I don't know," Draco mused. He really didn't know.

"Well, what do you want?" Narcissa asked.

"I don't know that either, I really don't," Draco replied.

"Well then, what does Harry want?"

"I can't read minds, Mother!" Draco snapped. He was seriously thinking about heading home to read.

"Well then, maybe you need to have a little chat with Harry, Draco. Figure all this out," Narcissa advised.

"I don't know, that could be...a little weird right now," Draco mumbled.

"What was that you said? Please don't mumble Draco, it is not very becoming," Narcissa repremanded him.