It had been several hours since the floo call between the three sort-of friends and Draco couldn't have been more nervous. Standing outside of the door to Harry's room, he was leaned up against the window. The Healers had pulled the shades shut so that they couldn't see into the room. This made Draco more nervous than anything, not being about to see Harry, but he knew that Ash was in there with them and that he wouldn't let anything happen to someone he now considered a friend.

He was also scared of when Harry woke up. He knew that whatever happened then was what he deserved, whether it be Harry kicking him out of his life or a good old fashioned hex to his balls and then being kicked out of his life. This wasn't something Draco was looking forward too, but he knew it was something that had to happen in order for Harry to live his life, even if Draco got no part in it at all. He was hoping though that Ron and Hermione would be there for him if Harry tossed him out of the room when he woke up. He hoped against hope that they would still be nice to him when it was obvious that their best friend hated him.

Draco knew he should be counting on the two friends he had there to help him if Harry decided to kick him out, but Pansy was obviously not going to be all that consoling and Blaise had never been all that great with words. Ron and Hermione, on the other hand, would be able to say something consoling and he might be able to go home and wallow in misery without ever bothering Harry again, well, maybe.

Draco didn't want to have to live without Harry, even though he knew he deserved it. All he could think about was Harry forgiving him and welcoming him back into his life with open arms, but this was more fantasy than reality and Draco would just have to live with the guilt of breaking the savior of the wizarding world's heart and his own.

A single tear slid down his cheek and ran down his neck.

Draco felt a warm hand land on his shoulder. He hoped it wasn't Pansy, she had been teasing him for hours or how horribly sappy and worried he looked, but when he turned around it was to the kind face of Molly Weasley. Draco was shocked but she had been really nice to him that first night and Draco felt like he had been stupid to misjudge these people. They were a lot more caring and loving to him than his own family had been, and he was sure that the Weasleys didn't even like him. "Everything is going to be fine dear. Why don't you come sit down? You can have my chair." She smiled at him.

Draco took one look into the eyes of the kind woman and collapsed into her chest, sobbing. Warm arms circled him and held him close, and he could hear her soothing voice above him even if he couldn't make out the words. This was what family was supposed to feel like. This was how mothers were supposed to hold their sons when they were upset. This was what being loved felt like.

And Draco never wanted to let go.

HPDM

The rain was pouring down, and Harry jumped at the sound of thunder. He had never really liked storms, but his partner loved them. That's what had caused the slight…disagreement earlier. Draco had wanted to go outside, in the rain, but Harry just wanted to stay in, drink some tea, and snuggle. He had never been much for getting wet outside of the bath. Draco had said there wasn't anything wrong with that… If you were ninety.

Harry stormed from the living room and had been sulking in their room ever since. Thinking Draco would still be downstairs, Harry decided it was time to apologize and then… well then came his favorite part of fighting with Draco. Making up with him.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Harry checked the living room and couldn't find Draco. Checking the entire house, and ending up back where he started, Harry leaned up against the railing. Trying to figure out where Draco would have gone. He wouldn't have left over something so trivial…right?

Harry jumped at the sound of thunder once again.

The storm.

Harry whipped the door open and saw a figure huddled on the curb at the corner of the street, not too far from the house, but far enough. Harry ran quickly to where Draco was sitting. The rain was coming down hard now. As he stood behind Draco he watched the drops bounce off him.

"I'm still mad at you Potter."

"I know." Harry smiled and sat down.

Maybe sitting in the rain wasn't so bad after all.

HPDM

Hermione watched the exchange across the hall with carful eyes. She wondered what Molly was thinking right now. Knowing her she just took Draco to be another boy misguided and mistreated by his family, and she was right. Hermione knew that Draco didn't really have much of a choice during his school years. His family had taught him all the ideals and beliefs he had and he wasn't to blame. Hermione knew this, but she also knew how much it hurt every time she was made fun of or teased and taunted by him. Sure, he was remorseful now but would he be if she wasn't a friend of Harry's? And what if Draco had never befriended Harry at all? What would have happened then? All these questions raced through Hermione's mind and she thought about another time thoughts like this had raced through her head. Of course it didn't happen as often know, but thoughts like this happened a lot at school. Late at night, in bed, she would think about what her life would have been like if the Troll Incident hadn't happened. Would she still be friends with Ron and Harry? She couldn't imagine her life without them, she loved them with all her heart, and now she supposed she had her answer.

It didn't matter.

It didn't matter if Draco wouldn't have come to these conclusions if not for Harry because Draco had met him. It was time that Hermione start realizing this and learn to live with the past and never forget it, but also to look towards the future and possibly a great friendship. After all, she didn't like Ron or Harry at first either.

HPDM

Pulling away from Mrs. Weasley, Draco felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn't have been more embarrassed of what had just happened. He made to apologize, but Mrs. Wealsey had beaten him to it. "Don't apologize dear. Being a mother has made me more than used to being cried on. It's good to let that stuff out. Keeping it in just makes you testy and horrible to be around."

She patted his cheek and motioned for him to sit down, in her now vacant chair, between Ginevra and one of the twins. Ginevra didn't look at him, she had a sore spot for him, but he thought that might have to do with his father trying to kill her her first year of school. The twin nodded politely and then went back to twiddling his thumbs, staring at them intently.

Draco almost started biting his nails, a bad habit he had been trying to break for years now, when a loud bang sounded from inside Harry's room. There was a shout of surprise and Draco jumped to his feet. He was started toward the door when a hand caught his own. He looked to his right and found Ginevra holding tightly to his hand, shaking her head at him.

He was sure the surprise was clearly written all over his face, but he didn't oppose her. He gave one last look to the door way, if something bad had happened they would have known? Right?

A young man in nurse scrubs, something they had gotten from the Muggles for sanitary reasons, came out of the door. Draco's heart dropped into his stomach at the tired and worn out look on his face. "Mr. Valentine and Healer Alphonse are stabilizing him but we think we performed everything correctly and Mr. Potter should wake up soon. You can go in in a few minutes after we're finished."

Draco let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and smiled. Harry was going to be OK.

HPDM

Harry felt like he was being suffocated. Like there was this weight pressing down on his head and he couldn't think. It was completely dark and Harry couldn't see anything, much less a clue as to where he was. His thoughts immediately jumped to Draco and where he was, if he was ok.

Then he remembered.

He remembered everything. All the years they had together came crashing down and he got little snippets, brief images of a life he knew he had forgotten.

A kiss. A smile. A car. A scarf. Holding hands. Cinnamon. Laughter. Anger. Shouting. Love. Legs tangled together, in bliss…

Harry was being suffocated by memories.

It was over just as quickly as it started. It was strange remembering a time when he hadn't remembered something that he remembered now. It gave him a headache…

He started drifting off, not even knowing if he was awake or not, but a soft voice in his ear brought him back.

"Harry, love? Wake up. Please wake up." Harry couldn't quite place the muffled, yet comfortingly familiar, voice.

It got louder and seemed to be addressing someone else when it spoke again. "He should have woken up by now, Hermione. The Healer said an hour! It's been almost three! It's driving me insane. What if it didn't work? What if he never wakes up, or what if he still doesn't remember me? What if he doesn't remember anybody? That would be all my fault! What the hell have I done?"

Draco.

"He'll wake up Draco. Don't worry about it. It's going to be fine."

Hermione.

He had to wake up. For Draco.

He struggled to gain control of his body. Nothing would cooperate the way it should. His hand didn't squeeze the one holding it, and his eye lids just wouldn't open.

"What if he dies Hermione? What if I killed him?"

"Stop being so dramatic Malfoy. He'll wake up, he's Harry Potter. Trust me, avoiding death is his specialty."

Ron. His voice was almost as close as Draco's, only from the other side of the bed.

Wait.

Ron and Hermione were in the same room as Draco? Ok, now he had to wake up. This was exactly the sort of thing Draco had been terrified of. The thing that had gotten him here, obviously in a hospital bed.

He had missed a lot, apparently.

He put his mind into squeezing Draco's hand, wanting to reassure him that he was fine. He concentrated so hard he was surprised it didn't show on his face.

He felt his hand twitch, and apparently so did Draco if the gasp to his left was anything to go by.

He tried again, and felt his hand tighten just a little bit around his lovers, well, maybe lover. That was something they would need to work out. Just where exactly did Draco think he could do something like this? It sounded like it was tearing him up though, so he would save that conversation and/or argument for a time when he was fully conscious.

"I think he's waking up Hermione! He squeezed me hand. Oh god, what if wants me to leave? What if he doesn't realize who I am until his eyes open and there I am staring at him and he wants me kicked out?"

Idiot.

"Draco Malfoy. If you don't stop being such a drama queen I'll kick you out, whether Harry likes it or not." Ron's tone was serious, but Harry could tell he was joking. Apparently so could Draco.

"I'd like to see you try Weasley!" His voice was teasing, but shook with nerves.

Harry felt a dainty hand rest on his chest, "Harry, its Hermione. If you can hear us and you don't want Draco to leave, or at least not leave yet, squeeze his hand."

Harry put all his effort into squeezing Draco's hand again.

"Draco?" Hermione's voice was soft and comforting. He was glad that the only people in the room were these three, anymore and he couldn't have dealt with the chaos and would have probably given up trying to open his eyes by now.

"He did it Hermione. He squeezed my hand. He doesn't want me to go…" Draco's voice was awestruck.

"Of course not, you idiot. He loves you." That was true. Thanks, Hermione.

Harry was still working on opening his eyes, if he tried really hard he could catch a faint glimpse of bright white light.

"His eye lashes are fluttering Draco, look."

Harry felt Draco's exhale, rather than heard it. The warm feeling giving him the last bit of strength to open his eyes, only to slam them shut tightly, his head swimming from the bright light.

Hermione had thankfully caught on and Harry could feel her presence leave and she crossed the room, and the stinging light in front of his eyelids diminished.

"We should have thought of that." Hermione seemed to scold herself.

"You think too much "Mione." Harry mumbled, opening his eyes again.

This time he took he looked around the room, starting with his right side. Ron was sitting next to him in an uncomfortable-looking chair, smiling at him. Hermione was at the foot of his bed, having just returned from turning the lights off, she was beaming. Harry could remember only one other time she had smiled like that, her wedding day.

Harry was a little nervous to look any farther left but he knew he had to. He wanted to, even. It was just the fact that he didn't know how he would feel when he looked at him. Would he be reminded of the pain and suffering he had caused? Or the many years they had spent together, happy and in love?

Harry looked to his left and there was no doubt how he felt.

A/N: Well then. What did you think? I really enjoyed writing this chapter. It was so fun, but strange writing in Harry's POV for the first time in many many chapters, and this time it had to be completely different than before… Anyway, this is not edited and any and all mistakes are mine. Feel free to send well wishes to my lovely beta who is very sick and deserves them. :)

Also this story had about 5-6 chapters left. If you want a sequel say so. If you just want a few one-shots, say so. If you want a new story say so. I have tons of ideas for all of those. I'm also working really hard on a new story. I've been researching and plotting details for like over a week now for this new story. It probably won't be up until after I finish this one but if you're interested and/or want to read a sneak peak let me know and in the next chapter I'll add a little tidbit/excerpt from the first chapter…

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