Low and behold fair people! Your questions shall be answered! Its seventh year but I probably should have mentioned that... Draco's head boy, and Hermione's head girl. Yeah, that's it.

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'I' m hungry,' Harry complained for the nth time already. He handed Draco seven monopoly sickles.

'I know that,' Draco snapped. 'So am I. But unless you want Malfoy's leg รก la mode, you're stuck.'

Harry stomach gave an indignant grumble. 'If you had take me to the Hospital Wing like any normal person, Madame Pomfrey would be feeding me right now.'

'Yes,' Malfoy drawled. 'Right after she was curled up on the ground screaming in agony.'

'What?'

'Oh do pay attention, Potter. Do you think that I'm locked in my own bedroom with you for my health?' he snicked at that. 'You'd have half the castle dead by morning.'

Harry looked blank. 'Why?'

Malfoy drew a 'Get out of Azkaban Free' card.

'Why? Because the Doxy disease festers on the pain inside you! That's why! It grows until its powerful enough to escape its vessel-'

'You mean me?'

'Yes I mean you! Then it attacks those around you, kills them sometimes. And if the world wasn't so damn unfair, that mudblood Granger might have been next.'

Harry threw a hand full of knuts at Malfoy, to exhausted to defend his girlfriend and leap on him. 'You said you've had it.'

Malfoy nodded and gingerly picked the knuts of his robes.

'Does that mean you've experienced pain?'

'Huh,' Malfoy scoffed. 'I wish.'

Harry threw the dice and waited for his counter - a silver owl - to move the seven and a half spaces forwards around the board.

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'It means, Potter, as many Malfoy's before me, we've been exposed to the disease only to over come it.'

'But - you said! Isn't that more dangerous?'

'Indeed it is, Potter. But if we are expected to join Voldemort's inner circle, there is always a risk of coming to close to a dementor for comfort. That's why visitors in Azkaban are so closely monitored. I was half hoping that moron Fudge would drop dead. It's worse for adults, you know.'

'So what? I have it easy?' Harry had been experiencing sharp pains all through his stay.

'You could put it like that.'

'So,' Harry said conversationally. 'You expect to go to Azkaban?'

Draco ripped up his 'Get Out of Azkaban Free' card up into two. 'You know, I don't really feel like playing any more.'

The was a heavy feeling of guilt in Harry's stomach. Had he put his foot right in it?

'No!' Harry whined. 'You said I'd get to be the farie next time!'

Draco smirked. 'Indeed I did.'

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'Malfoy, I'm tired already. Let's just say you won and let me sleep.'

'But I have won. And you only want to sleep because your losing. Anyway, I thought you wanted to be the farie?'

'I did,' said Harry darkly. 'Before you broke her head off.'

'It was her nose,' said Malfoy sharply. 'And it fell off.'

'Sure Malfoy,' Harry sulked. 'I'm sure if we could pry her out from under the book case, she'd say that too.'

'I never liked fairies anyway,' he sniffed and put out his hand. 'You still owe me three knuts.'

'But I'm out of money!'

Draco smirked. 'I guess you should have though twice about landing on... The Malfoy Manor then.'

'I would have bought the Malfoy Manner myself,' he muttered, 'if you hadn't threatened to brake the fairies arm off as well.'

'Minor technicalities.' Draco waved a hand lightly. 'Shall we play again?'

'No!'

'Exploding snap?'

'Malfoy, its bloody four o'clock in the morning, and I'm exhausted. Just let me sleep.'

'Wizard chess?'

'No!'

'One potato, two potato...?'

'I'm sleeping now.' Harry stood up and threw himself face down on the bed. His pyjamas matched the deep green of the covers and his whole body relaxed.

'That wouldn't be wise, Potter.' Draco's tone was dark, unlike the light way he'd been speaking (when he'd been winning, anyway.)

Harry lifted his head and his ears pricked up, as if listening for Malfoy's voice again to make sure he'd heard properly.

'Excuse me?'

'I wouldn't sleep, if I were you.'

'Stop it, Malfoy!' Harry snapped angrily. 'Stop talking as if I'm going to die! I'm hungry, I'm exhausted, and I have some life threatening disease. I don't need you acting like that!'

'It's not life threatening for God's sake! Not to you anyway. Not to me. Not to the mudblood either. Weasley's the one I'd be worrying about.'

Draco chuckled to himself and Harry heard him clearing the game away. What did he mean?

'Explain yourself, Malfoy.'

'Oh, it doesn't matter what I say. Of course, I'm just the Slytherin who could have left you in a tree to die and infect the whole country and spent all night playing Wizarding Monopoly and is still owed three knut's.' Malfoy took a deep breath.

'How is Ron in danger? Tell me!' Harry was off the bed now. He kneeled in front of Malfoy so both their knees were touching.

'Because however much of blood traitor he is,' Malfoy snarled maliciously, 'he's still pure blooded.'

'But I'm not pure blooded!' Harry shouted. 'And I still have it!'

'I know,' he laughed. 'Rather unfortunate, wouldn't you say?'

'Bloody cursed more like it!' Another sharp pain his Harry in the side of his ribs. 'So anyone could have it?'

'Any one you've come into contact with, Potter. Unfortunately you do not have very good aim when fainting.' Malfoy shuddered. 'Perhaps I should have jumped in that lake.'

'So - anyone - in Gryffindor - in my class - could have it?'

'I suppose they could. Lets just hope you were quarantined early enough.'

Harry looked visibly sick. 'So - Neville - is the worst - with Ron - he could have it?'

Malfoy looked despondent. 'Hell. If he goes around fainting and spitting up blood, they're not going to realise that's not normal Longbottom behaviour. There'll be an epidemic before you know it!'

'We have to tell someone!' Harry jumped up and sped to the door.

'GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM THE DOOR! Potter, how many times have I told you! You do not leave this room for anything - do you hear me? Nothing!'

'But...' Harry argued breathlessly.

'Look on the bright side,' Malfoy drawled. 'At least this way we can blame it all on Longbottom - though...'

'Though what?'

Malfoy pushed the Monopoly box to the side and Harry sat back down infront of him.

'Granger won't get it, she's a mudblood. Longbottom has probably had it - what with his loony parents - Thomas is a mudblood - well he's not pure, that certain. Finnegan's a half-blood. It looks likes Weasley's going to be the start of the end of Wizard kind.'

'Malfoy,' Harry wheedled tentatively. Malfoy looked up. 'Why do care though. Why not just kill us all? Kill me?'

'Potter!' Malfoy hissed. 'You are not going to die! Perhaps turn insane from the agony - but never die! The bacteria bread in you. It infects the other people - who have a higher chance of death. Pure bloods Potter! Not mudbloods! Why would I kill the purebloods?! They're the one's who'll die.'

Harry leaned further forward and played with the stray thread from the hems of Malfoy's trousers. 'Am I infecting you?' he whispered.

Draco nodded after a while.

'Can I hurt you?'

Draco's voice was less certain. 'I don't think so.'

'You don't think so? You don't THINK! Bloody hell Malfoy! What am I going to do if you start writhing on the floor?'

Malfoy shrugged. 'Eat my arm?'

Harry turned away from him disgusted.

There was silence between them, and Malfoy continued packing the game away. But slower than before until Harry finally decided to speak.

'Will we get food tomorrow?' he asked meekly.

'It depends,' he answered after a while. He'd stopped ordering the fake money ages ago.

'On what?'

'Whether the house-elves decide to clean my room or not. Then we'll tell them to bring us some.'

'Why wouldn't they?'

Draco let a smile play about his lips. He was looking downwards, watching the Gryffindor play with the stray cotten of his trousers, so Harry couldn't see it. 'I think Dobby's spread the word - oh, they don't say anything of course. Their far to respectful for that. So I stopped eating the food they brought me. And they ironed their ears.'

Harry frowned with misery. 'So they probably won't bring food, now?'

'For the Great Harry Potter, I think they'd do just about anything.'

'Don't call me, that. It's not funny.'

'I do apologise.'

Harry decided to ignore him and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. 'I suppose it's a good, thing though,' he called, his voiced slightly raised as he pushed the door to. 'Would it infect them?'

'Hell no,' came Draco's reply. 'Did you think Lucius took care of me when I was writhing in agony while I slept?'

'Um, no... but... so... then we might not starve to death after all?'

'I guess not.'

'You only have one tooth brush.'

'I'm sorry Potter, I didn't expect to be quarantined or I would have stopped by your dorm and picked up your little necessities.'

'You don't have to sound so patronising,' Harry gurgled through a mouth full of toothpaste.

'You not using my brush - are you?'

'Uh... not really?'

'Potter!'

'Well, not your hair brush.'

Malfoy jumped up from the chair and it fell backwards.

'Here I go, saving your, and possibly the whole of Hogwart's lives', and what do you do? Take my toothbrush! The only little bit of privacy I have left.'

He stormed into the bathroom.

'What did you expect me to do?'

'Use your fingers! Use the toilet brush for God's sake. Put toothpaste of some tissue! I don't care.'

Harry had finished with the brush by now and was gurgling the water. He held it out. 'Do you want to use it now?'

'Do I look like I want to use it now?' he snarled, pushing Harry's hand away and storming back into the other adjoining room, and was back in his chair by the time Harry resurfaced freshly showered.

Malfoy shot him withering looks. 'Couldn't find my hairbrush either, I see.'

Harry laid down on the bed, not bothering to pull the covers around him.

'Your not thinking of sleeping?'

'Malfoy,' Harry winged. 'Not everyone can go without sleep.'

'They'd do better if they could. It's easier to get Doxy Pox when you sleep.'

'Is it?' Harry murmured.

'Yeah...' Malfoy too, was looking wary. 'Well there's no point in me staying up if your going to sleep.'

'Won't you... won't...' Harry yawned. 'Be in... pain... too, or something.'

'No,' said Malfoy blissfully, snuggling in his chair. 'That's only you.'

'What?!'

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A/N I guess if you managed to sit through all of that, your reading this. See, now the whole world knows how bad and evil 'Doxy Pox' is! woo! Erm... yes. So, you can review if you want. ::hint hint:: hah