A/N Thanks to all of you who said happy birthday to Jenna when reviewing the last chapter, she hasn't had time to read it or the reviews yet though, but I've told her to, so I'm sure when she does she'll love it! Thanks to reviewers:

SlashFan69: Hehe, oooh I'd love to see what they got up to in a cupboard! I'm SO going to write a one shot of it someday! Thanks for the idea hehe!

Murgy31: Thanks for calling me talented, I really appreciate it. I don't think I'm really talented at the whole writing side of my fics, only the plots, but as long as you think I am, then I'm happy hehe!

LunaParvulus: Hehe I hoped that part of Harry falling over would make you laugh! I'm glad it did! And yes, how did Harry's shirt get taken off?? Read to find out hehe!!

Dress up romance xx: I have to say, I got the idea for Harry taking a chunk out of his side from DH, where Ron takes a bit out of his arm from splinching, bless them both hehe! Yes, Harry is maturing, its good stuff isn't it?! Hehe!

DanuMarie: Hehe, I'm glad updating quickly makes you review more! And erm… I'd like my cookie now please, as I feel this was nice and quick!! Hmm, I hope you don't get so impatient that you stop reading… Please don't… I promise you things will happen… soon…

narutoclaymorelove4eva: Thanks for mentioning that this is your favourite (or one of) fanfic at the moment, it made me so happy to read that! And, I must apologise for 'dragging out' the overall plot that you know is coming, its just my writing style; I like to make people wait haha! Don't worry about not reviewing the last chapter, at least you're still reading hehe!

Broken Bones and Potions

Harry slumped into the single chair in the living room after a disastrous dinner time back at his house. It was the day after he splinched himself when trying to apparate, and he had come home to a house full of shouting and crying. To be completely honest, however, Harry didn't know why the girls were crying and shouting, nor did he even care. All he cared about was the fact that he and Draco weren't fighting; they were getting on totally fine.

More than fine.

Harry smirked to himself as he remembered Draco telling him how his shirt had been taken off after he fainted. When Draco had explained to him that he needed to get to the wound easily, which required him taking off Harry's t-shirt, he went redder than Harry had ever seen him, and seemed to find it difficult to tell the story. Harry, however, had smirked the whole way through, and loved the fact that Draco Malfoy had stripped his top half naked.

Harry laughed to himself. Less than two weeks ago, Harry probably would have thrown up at the mere thought of someone, let alone a man, taking off his clothes for him. Now, however… circumstances had changed.

The whole situation cheered him up immensely; it meant that he was getting his memory back. Sure, he couldn't remember his house, his friends or anything that he especially loved, but he was remembering how to be an older boy… man. That was a start. Despite him falling for the 'wrong person', as he was sure Hermione would put it. That was the prime reason that Harry hadn't told any of them what he was feeling, or anything that had happened for the day and two nights at Malfoy Manor. Of course, if he'd had the choice, he wouldn't have come back, but Draco went to work, and so brought Harry home on his way, not wanting Harry to splinch himself again.

Suddenly, Harry heard another shout coming from the kitchen as another argument broke out. Just as he was thinking that he was glad he wasn't part of this one too, the living room door burst open and Ginny stood there in tears.

Before she could say anything, Harry turned around in his chair and said, "Are none of you going to work today?"

"Harry, we just want to know what happened at Malfoy's!" Hermione shouted for the third time in an hour. "You arrived home in a bloodstained t-shirt this morning, what do you expect us to think!"

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes again. He stood up and said irritably, "I splinched when trying to apparate, I told you!"

"Why do you expect us to believe that?" Ron asked annoyingly.

"Because it's the truth!" Harry yelled. "How many times? I'm completely fine, I have a dent in my skin because I splinched, not because Draco took it out of me with a saw! And I'll say this once more," He added as all three of them opened their mouths to argue, "Draco is my friend, he wouldn't lay a finger on me, and if any of you say otherwise, or come up with some stupid story about him, then I won't believe you, and I'll leave!"

"Harry, I can't believe…" Hermione started, but Harry cut her off once again.

"Shut up!" He shouted. "Shut up!"

He then closed his eyes tightly shut, ignored the voices shouting at him, and concentrated hard on where he wanted to be.

He couldn't breathe properly, he thought he might suffocate…

And then his knees buckled beneath him as he hit the floor of the bedroom with a thump. But he opened his eyes and found that despite the bad landing, he had successfully apparated. He felt no pain, and when he looked in the mirror in the bathroom he appeared to have all of his features (Draco had told him about how people tended to loose features like hair as well as actual body parts).

Harry sighed and sat down on the bed back in the bedroom. At least Ginny, Ron and Hermione weren't coming up to bother him, that was something. However, he found that he was quite bored without someone to argue with. Since he had spent the whole day at Draco's house yesterday, laughing and talking, being in a bedroom on his own now felt very boring. But then an idea struck him.

He stood up and crept out of the bedroom and into Ron and Hermione's room. He stood there for a moment, stroking and feeding Hermione's owl, Ceaser, before letting him perch on his shoulder as Harry walked beck into his own room. Ceaser leapt off Harry's shoulder and sat on the windowsill, evidently knowing that Harry was about to give him a letter to send away.

Harry sat down at the desk, grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write.

Draco,

I can apparate now, without splinching - I just did it. It's really boring here, and Ron, Hermione and Ginny keep shouting at me. They jumped to the conclusion that you attacked me when they saw the blood on my shirt. I tried to tell them, but you know what they're like. Can I come over tonight? I hate it here. I don't mean to stay, just to get away from here for the evening. I won't beg… But please!

Harry.

Harry read the letter through to make sure it didn't sound too needy, and rolled it up. As he tied it to Ceaser's leg, he realised he had never sent a letter by owl before, only received them.

"Erm," He said to the blank owl, "Take this to Draco's house, ok? Not the hospital. His house…"

Ceaser blinked back at him and then looked towards the window. Harry took a deep breath and opened it for him to fly out. He did so the second the window was open. Harry only hoped the letter actually got to Draco.

Harry,

Come over as soon as you like, I just got home. You can tell me all about what the freaks have been saying about me. And well done on the apparating, but please don't turn up at mine bleeding again, I wouldn't like to take your shirt off for a second time.

Draco.

It was five hours after Harry had sent Draco his letter, and he now stood, still in the bedroom, smirking at his reply. That last sentence could be meant in one of two ways: either Draco really didn't want to have to take Harry's shirt off, or he did. Harry liked to think it was the latter, and was sure he was correct.

Harry stood for a few more minutes thinking about what might happen if he did splinch again. Perhaps on his leg. What would Draco do then? Take his trousers off? Harry felt a tiny throbbing sensation in a place that he had never felt before, and looked down. His jaw dropped at what he saw. Now he knew it wasn't his mental age that stopped him from getting back with Ginny. No, he'd left her far behind him now…

Ten minutes later, after he had forced himself to stop thinking about Draco taking his trousers off, he headed downstairs. For the five hours since their last argument, Harry had stayed in his bedroom. He was quite surprised that Ginny hadn't come up to try and 'make up', but was very glad she didn't, nonetheless. Every now and then he had heard some shouting coming from the living room, but decided it was best to stay out of it. Even if they were fighting among themselves, it was probably still about him.

Harry waltzed into the living room and saw Ron and Ginny sitting looking grumpy watching the television.

"Erm, where's Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.

Ron looked up at him when Ginny did not answer. "She's in the kitchen, cooking dinner."

"I'm not having dinner tonight," Harry replied nervously.

Ron merely looked at him. "Better not tell Hermione that right now, she won't be pleased."

"Well you three can just have more to yourselves, can't you?" Harry said, trying not to rise to Ron's mood.

"She'll want you to eat with us," Ron said. "You haven't eaten with us for ages."

Harry tutted. "The day before yesterday, Ron!"

"Try telling her that," Ron shrugged and turned back to the TV.

Harry shook his head and turned around, only to turn right into Hermione. "Try telling me what?" She asked, half angrily, half 'fake' happily.

Harry looked at her and gulped. "I'm going to Draco's…" He said quietly.

"For dinner?" She asked, her face stricken.

Harry nodded his head slowly.

Hermione's eyes lit up with anger. "Did he specifically ask you to go for dinner? He knows perfectly well that dinner is the only time we all get to talk!"

"And you know perfectly well that we'll only spend that time shouting at each other!" Harry shot back. "Now if you don't mind, I'm leaving!"

But before he left, Hermione shouted, "You're acting like a teenager!"

Harry choked out a loud laugh, "I think you'll find that right now, I probably am!"

"Harry…"

But it was too late, Harry was being sucked through the suffocating tube to Draco's house, and this time, when he landed, he did not fall over. As soon as he did land, however, he punched the door in front of him through sheer anger at Hermione. Had she completely forgotten that he had lost his memory? He punched again. Had she not remembered that he was going through all the teenage emotions at the same time? He went to punch a third time at the door, but hit something much harder. He called out and took his fist in his hand and looked up.

Draco was standing at the open door with his wand in his hand, pointing it at Harry's face. He then made sure that Harry had seen him, and put his wand away.

At Harry's questioning look, he said, "I thought I best put a protection charm up in case there was some sort of rampaging bull at my front door."

"Sorry," Harry muttered, following Draco into the hall, still clutching his hand.

"It's a good thing I did put it up, or I would have had you punching me instead," Draco laughed as he led Harry into a room he hadn't been in before. "Sit down," Draco said, pointing to one of the chairs in the room.

Harry sat on it and looked around as Draco went searching for something. There were lots of potions and things that looked like they could be used for medical matters in this room, evidently because Draco was a Healer. This room, unlike the rest of the house, was completely spotless and tidy.

Draco returned with a bottle of some oddly coloured liquid and sat down next to Harry.

"Why were you punching my front door, then?" He asked.

"Hermione…" Harry mumbled, hardly opening his mouth.

"Does this hurt?" Draco asked, prodding one of Harry's fingers. Harry yelped and nodded. "This?" Draco asked, doing the same to his middle finger. Harry yelped again. "This?" Draco repeated.

Harry shouted out and yanked his hand away, "Would you stop it!" He shouted.

Draco merely laughed, "Calm down. You've broken those three fingers. You pack quite a punch; you must have some big muscles tucked away behind your sleeves."

Harry's anger melted away and he smiled softly.

"Come here then," Draco said, suddenly taking Harry's hand.

Harry gasped, but managed to pass it off as a gasp of pain. Draco however, didn't look him in the eyes for the next five minutes while healing Harry's hand. Harry's heart beat a tiny bit faster as he thought that perhaps Draco had felt that shock of something running up his own arm when their hands touched.

"There you go," Draco said after five minutes, placing Harry's hand delicately back into his lap. "The bones are fixed, but it's probably still painful."

Harry moved his hand slightly, finding that it already seemed much better.

"Drink some of this, though," Draco continued, handing Harry the bottle of strangely coloured liquid. "It will help with the pain."

"Doesn't hurt that much," Harry said, shaking his head.

"Not just the physical pain," Draco said, and when Harry looked across at him, he saw that Draco was wearing an odd smile. At his questioning look, he said, "It'll make you a bit drowsy, you'll probably forget all about Granger."

Harry laughed, "Either that or fall asleep!" He said, drinking some anyway. It tasted horrible, like a mixture between mint and lettuce.

"Well, now that you've drunk that there's not much point in teaching you anything," Draco said, standing up, "You might blow up my house! So tell me what they all did to annoy you?"

Harry followed Draco into the living room and sat down, answering, "They all just keep shouting - at each other as well as me! I mean, I've gotten used to it, but I don't want them to all fall out because of me…"

"That's too kind of you, Harry," Draco said as if he was disgusted at Harry's words, "They've been terrible to you; it's about time they paid for it!"

"By beginning to hate each other?" Harry said incredulously, "Ron and Hermione are getting married soon!"

"So are you and Weasley," Draco replied.

It felt like Harry's heart had fallen all the way down to his feet and bounced back up. He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to be marrying Ginny at all. The only thing he ever thought of about her was how he was supposed to be with her, not be marrying her!

Draco could obviously tell Harry was shocked and said, "Marriages can be called off, you know."

Harry looked back up at him and stared right into his eyes. Draco's eyes widened at Harry's meaningful look to what he had said and he looked away.

Harry smiled at Draco's nerves, but for some reason he thought that he might be smiling also because of that potion he had drunk. The room started to spin ever so slowly around him and he suddenly said, "This is ridiculous."

"What is?" Draco asked, still not looking at him.

"You know what!" Harry said irritably. "Draco, I'm not in love with Ginny. I'm never going to get back with her. I don't know what I ever saw in her!"

Draco shrugged, "Good for you," He said to the carpet.

The room was spinning faster now; Harry's head felt light and floating and he was overcome with a desire to giggle, but refrained himself.

"I know how you feel," He said in a dreamy voice.

"How I feel about what?" Draco asked, turning to face Harry finally, with an angry expression on his face.

"Me," Harry answered simply.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and said, "What?"

"I know you can feel it too," Harry said, his head nodding of its own accord.

"Feel what?" Draco snapped, "Harry, we've talked about this."

"No, you talked, I listened," Harry protested. "Look," He said, trying to keep his eyes open, since everything was starting to get quite burry, "We're not supposed to be friends…"

"We're Gryffindor and Slytherin," Draco said quickly, "Of course we're not supposed to be friends!"

"You know what I mean!" Harry said loudly. "It's supposed to be more, Draco, its fate!"

As he said his last words, his head fell onto the back of the sofa – he was not able to hold it up any longer. He still had his eyes open though, and saw that Draco was holding back a laugh.

"What's fate?" He asked, smiling.

"Me and you!" Harry said, ever louder, "We're meant to be! I saw you in my sleeps!"

Draco looked away but laughed, "In you're sleeps?" He repeated.

"Yes!" Harry shouted, but then he added, whispering now, "And you shudder when I touch you…"

"Pardon?" Draco asked, "How would you know if I do that?"

Harry smirked and threw his heavy hand over to Draco's body next to him. It landed on his leg, and Draco's grin was wiped off his face as he looked at it.

"I know you can feel it too," Harry whispered, his eyes closing on him.

There was a pause as Harry tried to open his eyes, but they were too heavy. He then felt something lifting his legs onto the sofa and something being thrown over his body.

"Go to sleep," Said a soft voice which made him smile.

"I'm not tired…" Harry mumbled.

A hand touched his head and ran through his hair. "Go to sleep Harry. You silly boy…"

A/N Not much I want to say really... I hope my chapters are getting slightly better, by way of grammar and spelling. I spend more time checking them through these days, and I tend to find mroe mistakes to correct, so I hope they seem better!