Chapter 3
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Greebo: short notes.. Double stars are POV switches.
Jes: POV's use names familiar to the person of whom's POV it is.
Greebo: sorry its short, it was hand written, then copied.
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Draco woke up on an unfamiliar environment. Looking around, he recognized the hospital wing, and groaning, swung his legs around to a sitting position. He cracked his head as he stood up, the covers covering him falling silently to the floor. Madame's Pomfry's tray, however, was quite loud. It clattered to the floor as she came into the room and spotted Draco.
Please, Mr. Malfoy! She yelled, putting a hand to her heart. She was much to old for suprises. Please make yourself decent. It ws only then that Draco noticed he wasn't wearing anything. Not wanting to turn around and show anymore, he instead grabbed the sheet from the bed in front of him. This only caused more commotion, as Potter had been sleeping in that bed. Madame Pomfry screeched, grabbed the sheet form Draco, and recovered the also naked Potter, giving Draco enough time to turn and jump back to his own bed. Once he had covered himself, and Potter was properly tucked in, Pomfry bent ot pick up the remains of her shattered tray.
Well, that was your breakfast. I'll have to get another from the kitchen, and a new tray. I trust you're hungry? she asked. Draco nodded. Well, please ask Mr. Potter when he wakes if he is too. I'll be back shortly. and with that, she stalked out of the room and towards the kitchen.
Draco sat silently in his bed for a moment, waiting for her footsteps to fade away. Then, quietly, he slid out of his bed to search for his clothes. At the same time Potter woke up, rubbing his eyes and mumbling. When he turned over and saw Draco he let out a yelp and fell off the bed. Grinning, Draco turned around to see Potter fall off his bed, then turned back to his search, more than aware that he was completely naked.
I'm naked! shrieked Potter, trying to quickly cover himself. You're naked!
Very good Potter, Draco sneered, turning around. Like what you see?
Ha ha. No.
Well, atlas you're looking. Jealous?
There was an uncomfortable silence, eventually broken by Potter saying;
What are you doing Malfoy? He asked. Draco stopped his search momentarily, to turn towards his half-covered enemy. He took a breath to snap at him when, the warmth flowed back. A vision of hot mouths blasting together, hands everywhere, touching everything, and someone moaning, gasping his name in the darkness. Gradually the moaning turned to screaming. He floated to consciousness, finding himself on the floor, his arch nemesis kneeling beside him, shaking him awake, and screaming his name.
Draco Malfoy! he screamed, panic filling his voice. Draco felt a small hole in the back of his head, the stabbing pain it caused clouding his vision. He uttered a single word before slipping into welcome unconsciousness.
he moaned.
**
a high female voice cried. He turned around to see Hermione and Ron come running into the infirmary, followed by an irate Madame Pomfry, wildly trying to quiet them. Hermione cried again.
Shush! I have other patients trying to sleep, Pomfry said, vainly trying to pull Hermione off Harry to quiet her. After a few minutes of chaos, Madame Pomfry calmed them and left, warning them they had fifteen minutes alone.
Harry, you've no idea how worried we've been! Hermione said, semi-quietly.
It must be horrible, sharing a room with that git. Ron said, gesturing at Malfoy.
It's been, Harry paused, searching for a word,
How so? Hermione asked.
Well, to start off with, I wake up and he's parading around naked. Completely naked! Then, out of the blue, he has an attack, and falls down hitting his head on the edge of the table. Then, Harry paused again. Did he want to mention that Malfoy had said his name, his real name, not just his last name almost, compassionately? maybe not now. Then I carried him back to his bed, he finished. Both his friends blinked at him for a moment.
Carried him back to his bed? Wasn't he naked? Asked Ron, shivering slightly.
He was bleeding horribly. I had to do something. Harry defended himself. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.
Would've left him to bleed, Ron muttered, still looking at Hermione.
Said Harry, trying to ignore their glances, He's slept since. He hasn't even woken up for breakfast. I, however, have eaten three platefuls. madame Pomfry made me, but I dunno why. I ate plenty last night. This time his friend's glances were more serious.
asked Ron, What's today?
January Fourth. Why? He answered, confused. Ron coughed, and turned away.
Harry, it's January Eleventh. You've been asleep for seven days. Hermione said quietly. Harry sat silently for a second, thinking. Then, he asked the question that had been bothering him.
he swallowed, then continued. What do they think I have?
They can't figure it out, Neither of his friends looked at him. Ron continued, But whatever it is, you both have it. he whispered, gesturing again at Malfoy. Harry suddenly thought about Malfoy fine one second, the next lying on the floor, his eyes glazed over, bleeding pints. He tried to shake the image, but it stuck. That could be me, he thought. Luckily, madame Pomfry came bustling in,
all right, all right. Time's up. Time for my patients to get some sleep.
But it's only been,: Ron checked his watch, Ten minutes. You said we had fifteen.
My patients, my responsibility. You'll have plenty of time to talk when Mr. Potter goes back to classes. Not that you talk during classes. she gave them a look, smiling. Hermione shook her head violently.
No, never! Thank you Madame Pomfry. And with that, she turned and left, dragging a slightly bewildered Ron with her.
But, Hermione, he said as she pulled him on, his voice getting quieter to Harry as they go t farther away, What about- he was cut off as Hermione slammed the door behind them. Madame Pomfry sighed, smiling at Harry.
Some friends you've got there. They'll stick with you through think and thin. she said, turning and leaving him alone. Harry watched her go into her office. He lay back against his pillow, Hermione's words echoing through his head. It's january eleventh. you've been asleep for seven days.'
Seven days? he muttered aloud to himself, That's an awful long time for just blacking out. That was when Ron's words drifted across his consciousness. What ever it is, you both have it.' he sat upright. I have whatever Malfoy has? Oh no! Suddenly, he was overcome with a hot sensation, taking over his whole body. Someone was pulling him into a long, intimate kiss, slipping their hands beneath his robes, sliding them off him where they hit the floor. Then, a blinding flash of pleasure as someone entered him. He moaned and soon a face came into focus.
Harry shouted, then bolted upright.
I'm right here, Potter. But let's stick with Malfoy, shall we? a cold familiar voice said. Harry's whole body shook, sweat beading down his cold forehead. Malfoy continued, Have a good sleep? You've been at it for several hours now. Harry gasped at this.
I didn't even fall asleep! I just leaned back! he cried.
Think what you want. Madame Pomfry's been in here on and off, fussing all over you. You had a fever you know. He sneered, leaning back to get comfortable. He let the idea sink in, but now it was Harry's turn for surprises.
Malfoy, do you know how long we've been in here? he asked quietly. Malfoy looked at him stangely, before answering.
Almost two days. It's almost night though. Why?
We've been here seven days. Harry said. Malfoy sat up quickly.
How do you figure?
We came in January fourth. It's the eleventh.
Who told you that? he snapped.

Damn! What have I got? Malfoy was now standing, this time fully clothed. Harry checked himself, before swinging his legs around to a sitting position.
Whatever it is, we both have it. But they don't know what it is yet.
Seven days Potter! They should have figured it out by now!
Are you saying that my friends were lying? yelled Harry, now standing.
I'm saying that even that clumsy oaf Longbottom could have figured it out by now! Maybe your friend Granger isn't as smart as everyone makes her out to be. I thought for sure she'd of gotten it by now. he sneered. Harry fumed. They were now in each other's faces.
Don't you DARE! Hermione's got top scores on all her OWLS, and she's not even a pure blood. he snapped back at Malfoy.
What are you trying to say? Malfoy asked.
That a muggle could beat your OWL scores, he said. Malfoy's eyes narrowed, then he opened his mouth to say something, but instead grabbed the front of Harry shirt, pulling him into a kiss. They both melted into it, Malfoy half moaning. Then, as if someone had turned a switch they both pulled out panting. Malfoy looked at him in utter confusion and Harry was sure his face mirrored Malfoy's. Before either could say anything, Madame Pomfry bustled in, stopping dead as she saw them.
There better not be any fighting going on in here, she warned. They didn't break eye contact. Well, never mind, she continued, Now, you need to eat this, then it's off to bed with both of you, said, handing them both a bowl and spoon. Only then did they look away, eating silently, with Madame Pomfry watching over them like a hawk. When they were finished, she forced them to lie down, and within a few minutes, Harry was sound asleep.
**
Madame Pomfry silently closed the door, turning to walk down the hallway when she ran straight into Dumbledore.
she cried putting a hand to her heart, Don't scare me like that! Dumbledore smiled, then got serious.
How are they? he asked, half whispering. Madame Pomfry shook her head sadly.
I've run all the normal tests on them, and then some. Mr. Malfoy fell unconscious again today and cut his head, while Mr. Potter fell into a fever sleep. I think they were fighting earlier too. she shook her head again, It just doesn't make sense. No bones are broken, blood pressure's normal, except when they're around each other, everything's working properly, nothing is wrong with them. But we know something is. It's all confusing. she balled her hands into fists, frustration building. Dumbledore patted her shoulder.
We'll get to the bottom of this. Plus I think Ms. Granger has already started living in that library,: he winked at her cheering her a bit. Besides, we have a team coming in from London tomorrow. They'll figure it out. They walked off together, changing the subject. Their footsteps faded softly down the hallway.
**
Hermione, it's late. Go to bed. Ron yawned. Hermione was sitting in a corner of the common room, surrounded by books and completely absorbed.
Hmm? Sleep? Now? When there's some many more books to search? she waves a hand at the piles. Ron groaned.
Hermione, you've been at it since we left Harry. Don't you think you should take a break?
Why? I have a head start on everyone because I know something they don't. I know about the potion. she grinned slightly at him, Therefor, I'll figure out the reason it's doing so poorly soon, and Harry'll be back. she said, Ron sighed.
You're crazy, You know that right? he asked. She didn't answer him, gone back in her books again. He smiled and turned to go to bed. He got halfway there, when he was knocked aside as Hermione ran by him and up the stairs, two at a time. Ron say stunned for a second, bit moved as she came back down.
he started as she brushed past.
Can't talk. Gotta run. Night Ron. she called out after her as she ran for the portrait hole.
What's gotten into you? he yelled, running to catch up.
I have to see Hagrid before he leaves the grounds. Now, I have to run. she turned to leave, but Ron pulled her back.
he asked. She sighed heavily.
He's leaving the grounds, and I need him to buy me a book while he's out. Okay? she pulled on her coat, turning.
Oh, so a book's more important than Harry now? he asked sarcastically. Hermione stopped dead, then turned around slowly,
The book is for Harry.
***
Jes: Ok, ok. so it's beginning to fall apart.
Greebo: atlas something happened!
Jes: Here's what to look forward to:
Greebo: what book is Hermione after?
Jes:what's wrong with Harry and Draco (besides the obvious)
Greebo: Who will figure out eh problem first?
Jes: and how will their one kiss affect Harry and Draco?
Greebo: find out in the next thrilling chapter!
Jes: BYE!