Hiding was something Harry was becoming good at, it was sort of pathetic if he stopped to think about it, so it was a good thing he wasn't giving himself the chance to do so.

After the unexpected love confession, he had proceeded to run his arse back to Gryffindor, fully planning on burying himself underneath his covers for the duration of the week.

Sadly, his dorm mates refused to let him have such privacy and forced the story out of him. Out of all the boys, Seamus had to be the most understanding of the lot. But again, Seamus understood what he was going through; he was always ready to help Harry in situation revolving around his sexuality.

"Well, don't let the bloke get the best of you, Harry." Seamus had smiled and patted him on the back. "The annoying prat is proving he's as human as the rest of us."

Harry paled. "What?" Don't think of him as normal! He's a hideous Veela creature who's out for my body. He silently groaned as his mind protested that Malfoy wasn't too hard on the eyes.

Seamus' grin widened. "You've got to be dense or blind not to fall for Harry Potter. What've I told you on numerous occasions mate? You're bloody gorgeous!"

"Eh, right," Harry agreed weakly. He never understood what Seamus was talking about, every time he looked in the mirror he stared at the same lanky teen with spectacles on his nose. The day I'm bloody gorgeous is the day Malfoy falls for me.

Damn. He felt his stomach sinking. That's already happened!

Surprisingly enough the rest of the boys hadn't taken to the situation too badly. Then again they had had longer to get used to the idea while Harry was Malfoy's slave. Harry had managed to throw them off eventually after a few hours of teasing and uncomfortable questions. He shivered, who knew Neville was so curious about anal sex.

That had been yesterday, luckily today was Saturday, it seemed the only good thing about his memory loss was the lack of class he had to attend, this week had breezed past – as had the previous one – it had been an active week, but quick nonetheless. He had soon found that he didn't get in trouble for skiving off a few of his classes. Who was he to complain though? He was a poor, mentally unbalanced teenager who needed all the rest he could get.

He chuckled. I'm going to milk this for as long as I can.

But now that it was indeed the weekend, he would need to spend it with the remainder of his friends. He still winced at the thought of Ron, the redhead had taken up a big part of Harry's life and even if he had done such horrible things to him – which he was still having trouble believing – Harry still missed his best friend.

"Morning, Harry!"

Harry smiled at Hermione. "Morning, I haven't seen you in ages, Hermione." He slowly took a seat beside his friend.

She glared as he began to fill his plate. "And who's fault is that? I expected to see you in class, Harry Potter. Have you been skiving off? You know that if you don't learn the material you won't be able to pass and graduate!"

"Yes mother," he sighed and rolled his eyes.

He received a jab in his side for his troubles and Hermione smiled. "Would you like to borrow my notes then? In Transfiguration we're learning how to…"

Harry tuned out as a flash of blond passed through his thoughts, he was effectively distracted now.

I wonder if Malfoy ever made it in before the storm. Maybe I should have waited before running off like that. It's not like his confession was much of a surprise, truthfully I had expected it. Does that make me a bad person? To expect him to love me, it's not like he has a choice, so it can't be --

"Harry, will you pay attention when I'm talking to you?" Hermione huffed.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about --" Harry suddenly felt a strange pang in his chest and he stopped with a wince. He frowned as he rubbed the offending area in confusion. That felt strange, what was that?

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly as she caught her friend's look of pain.

Harry blinked and turned toward the girl. He opened his mouth to reply when Seamus interrupted him as he walked past.

"Hey, Harry, where's Malfoy?" he asked, nodding toward the Slytherin table.

Harry turned sharply, eyes narrowing in worry when he didn't see the familiar shock of platinum hair.

"I don't know." He frowned as his eyes slowly scanned the sneering faces of the opposite table, still no sign of the insufferable prat.

"Do you think something happened to him?" Hermione asked worriedly over her porridge. "Do you feel anything strange? You should be able to feel him through your bond."

He rubbed his chest again. "I thought I felt something a few moments ago, but it wasn't really anything painful."

She frowned worriedly. "Still, it's not something you should chance. You should visit Madam Pomfrey."

"Right now?" Harry asked as he eyed his untouched breakfast.

"Yes, before you forget!" she chided as she urged him to rise. She also stood and walked him to the doors. "Meet me in the library when you're done, we should spend time together and catch up on things."

Harry sighed reluctantly. "Ok, I won't be too long."

Hermione watched as her friend left. She shook her head and made her way to the library. "When are you going to realize it, Harry?" You won't be able to fight your feelings for long.

--- --- ---

Draco smiled weakly from the infirmary bed as Harry walked through the doors. His complexion was pale – paler than usual that is – and his eyes seemed dull, his hair unkempt.

"What've they done to you?" Harry frowned.

A weak chuckle was his reply as Draco leaned back on the pillows. "I'm surprised they told you I was here at all," he replied.

"They didn't." Harry scowled at the divulged information. "Fucking Dumbledore, again he's trying to keep secrets." He sighed, "I didn't see you at breakfast so I started to…wonder where you were." I wasn't worried, far from it. "Hermione told me I should see Madam Pomfrey about my chest also."

The smile flittered off Draco's face at the revelation. "I see, well since you obviously don't know, they administered the first of the antidote. There's a series of five and then you're free of me." He seemed pained as he said this, his smile returning bitterly.

"Does it hurt that much?" Harry asked. Stupid, of course it hurts, he looks like he's about to pass out!

Draco glanced away as he nodded. "It feels like my body is being torn into pieces. My head's no better, I've got a killer headache."

Harry winced in sympathy, he had had a few of those in the past. He silently watched the bedridden wizard for a moment before voicing a bothering thought.

"What's wrong with us?"

There was surprise as Draco stared at him. Is he finally starting to realize? "What do you mean?"

"I've noticed…things. This morning my chest hurt – over my heart – and then I find you in here. Yesterday I saw things…memories I suppose, but they were things I shouldn't have been able to remember. Not to mention we've both been acting stranger than usual." By the time Harry was finished, his hand was fisted in his hair with frustration.

"True," Draco conceded.

Harry frowned. "That's all you're going to say? I want to know why, Malfoy. Why can't I stay focused on one damn thing before I start worrying over you? Why does my head constantly hurt when I start having flashbacks? And why in Merlin's name do we keep acting like such girls!"

"What!" Draco squeaked. "I haven't been acting like a girl! That's all you, Potter, don't bring me into your fantasies."

He chuckled. "You have to admit though, we've been acting pretty hormonal, like girls do when it's that time of the month. You know?"

"No, I don't know." Draco grimaced. "Nor do I want to."

Harry gained a teasing expression as he leaned forward. "Come on, Draco, surely you feel it too."

Draco stiffened and slowly pulled the sheets closer to his chin. "Alright, I do know what's happening, so will you just back off?" Damn, this is the perfect chance to get into his pants. But he'd be angry at me later on…better wait.

"Explain," Harry said. He felt a slight pressure at his temple but he shrugged it off as he sat more comfortably in the visitor's chair.

"Well, as you pointed out – and proved right now – we've both been having mood swings, to put it lightly. The thing is, our bond – no matter how much you deny it – its still affecting us. I just found out myself, but --"

"Will you get to the point?" Harry interrupted impatiently.

Draco glared but continued, "It's making us act like each other."

Harry stared at him in confusion. "It's what?"

It was now Draco's turn to be irritated. "If you had let me explain before hurrying me along it would make more sense, listen this time. You are beginning to behave as I would, and I…am gaining a few Gryffindor attributes." He grimaced in disappointment. "Not the most pleasant of situations I assure you."

"No shit! That's an understatement, Malfoy! I don't want to be like you!" Harry complained.

"Come now, it's not that horrible being me, I'm respected, well liked. You on the other hand are an emotional dunderhead who has the tendency to get himself in trouble." He sighed as he shook his head tiredly. "Do you remember what I told you of Voldemort? The only reason I gallivanted over there like a madman was because at the moment I was being influenced by you!"

Influenced by me? Is that possible? So maybe Voldemort really is dead if technically it was me throwing the curses…

"Are you listening to me?" Draco waved a hand in front of his face rudely. He leaned back when he had gained the wanted attention. "As I was saying, this is all a result of the bond. Now that it is being broken though, I'm not sure if our situation will get better or worse…"

"What can we do?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged. "Nothing at the moment, your righteous Dumbledore is the one pulling the strings in this twisted play. All we can do is wait and see what befalls us." He smirked. "It can't be that bad though, we've already gotten all the explanations and yelling out of the way, everything should be a breeze."

Harry slowly smirked himself. "I wouldn't relax yet, Malfoy, we still have quite a few hurdles to overcome before anything is going to happen between us."

"So I have a chance?" Draco smiled.

"Er…we'll see," Harry said. "You know, I never expected you to be…gay I suppose. I mean you looked and acted the part for years, but it's still a surprise."

"Acted and looked the part! Are you mad! I'll have you know that every Malfoy is refined in the art of style. Just because you don't have a grain of sense doesn't mean that I'm a pouf…" he trailed off as he realized what he was protesting. He sighed and nodded. "You're not the only one surprised I suppose. I had never thought about blokes in a romantic sense…well until this Veela bonding was forced upon me." He shrugged. "Like I said before, I've fallen in love, it took me a while to realize the fact but now I understand."

Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Right…"

"I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I refuse to lie anymore."

He received a nod. "I understand…I just don't feel the same way." Damn, why does it have to hurt so much when I say that?

Draco winced as well, it wasn't an outright denial, but it still stung. "I understand."

Harry stood and clapped his hands together restlessly. "Well, I guess you'll be in here for a while, I might drop by later. But I have to meet with Hermione in a bit, so take care."

He waved and departed, leaving Draco in silence. The blond head rested on the pillow once more as Draco stared out the window across from him.

I wish everything was as simple as that, Harry…

AN: Wtf is Draco talking about? Lol, I think the meds are getting to him, silly boy. Read, review, thank u!

-Red