Well here's part three. Enjoy.
Things had improved. Shortly after Dumbledore had left them the healers had come to give Draco his bath. A feew days later one of them told Harry that he'd never seen Draco so calm before. "Usually he fights us tooth and nail or just lies there unresponsive, but not anymore. What did you do?"
Harry shrugged. He hadn't done anything really, nothing that is but cradle his nemesis like he was a baby. "I don't know, I just held him for a bit."
"Well whatever you did keep on doing it." The healer left the room, leaving a very confused Harry Potter behind him. Later that evening Dumbledore came to call again, and this time he wasn't alone.
At first Harry hadn't noticed that Dumbledore wasn't alone, but then he'd caught sight of some blonde hair and then a silvery grey eye as his other visitor peeked out at him from behind the professor.
"Draco, is that you?"
As if in answer the figure had poked its head out just long enough for Harry to see that it was indeed Draco Malfoy who was apparently hiding behind the professor. Harry looked at the professor in puzzlement.
"Professor, why..."
"Well you see Harry Mr. Malfoy has been so calm and responsive since your meeting the other day that it was thought he might benefit from having more contact with you, and it was also felt that you needed some companionship in any event, so you and he are to be room mates for a time."
Harry's injuries had healed, though he still felt some residual pain. Malfoy, no Draco, Harry told himself, had also shown improvement. He still refused to speak, but he was eating again and (in Harry's eyes an even bigger improvement) his eyes no longer had the haunted, dead look they'd had the first time he saw him. Draco had an almost childlike aura about him now. In fact the night before last he'd handed Harry a brush and then stood looking at him until he'd caught on to what Draco wanted.
"O.k. then, turn around, and sit down here," Harry had said, pointing to the space between his legs. Draco did as he was told, and Harry (though he found the walking chair a bit crowded) began to carefully brush the other boys fine, blonde hair. Good thing Ron isn't here to see this, Harry had thought to himself, or even worse that Colin isn't here to take our picture, or I'd never live it down. Imagine, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, brushing Draco Malfoy's hair for him. Still, the real odd thing was that he had actually enjoyed it. He had been so intent on what he was doing that he didn't notice they had company until it was too late.
"Harry, what in the world are you doing?"
He'd turned just in time to see Ron standing just inside the door, his eyes almost popping out of his head in disbelief. Draco on the other hand had jumped up and hidden himself in the wardrobe. Great Harry'd thought to himself, just great. "What's it look like I was doing Ron. You tell me?"
"Well Harry it looked like you were brushing that git Malfoy's hair for him."
"What if I was, and his name is Draco as you well know."
"But, but Harry, he's a Malfoy and a slytherin."
"So, does that mean I can't do something nice for him then?"
"Nice for him? Harry he left you lying on the hallway floor remember?"
"I have a pair of paralized legs Ron, not amnesia. Anyway he's not himself right now. He needs me."
At this point they both heard sobbing coming from within the wardrobe.
Harry sighed. "Now see what you've done Ron, you've made him cry." Ron had gotten a pained look like Harry had just punched him in the stomach. "Please just go Ron, I'll owl you soon, I promise." After Ron left Harry made his way over to the wardrobe and knocked gently. "Draco, Draco, please come out." The door had opened a crack at first and then it had opened wider to reveal a tear streaked Draco, who had climbed into Harry's lap, and snuggled up to him. Gradually he'd calmed down and Harry had done his best to tuck him in for the night before going to bed himself. Next morning in the light of a new day he'd looked back on the previous evenings events and wondered just what he'd gotten himself into.
Things had improved. Shortly after Dumbledore had left them the healers had come to give Draco his bath. A feew days later one of them told Harry that he'd never seen Draco so calm before. "Usually he fights us tooth and nail or just lies there unresponsive, but not anymore. What did you do?"
Harry shrugged. He hadn't done anything really, nothing that is but cradle his nemesis like he was a baby. "I don't know, I just held him for a bit."
"Well whatever you did keep on doing it." The healer left the room, leaving a very confused Harry Potter behind him. Later that evening Dumbledore came to call again, and this time he wasn't alone.
At first Harry hadn't noticed that Dumbledore wasn't alone, but then he'd caught sight of some blonde hair and then a silvery grey eye as his other visitor peeked out at him from behind the professor.
"Draco, is that you?"
As if in answer the figure had poked its head out just long enough for Harry to see that it was indeed Draco Malfoy who was apparently hiding behind the professor. Harry looked at the professor in puzzlement.
"Professor, why..."
"Well you see Harry Mr. Malfoy has been so calm and responsive since your meeting the other day that it was thought he might benefit from having more contact with you, and it was also felt that you needed some companionship in any event, so you and he are to be room mates for a time."
Harry's injuries had healed, though he still felt some residual pain. Malfoy, no Draco, Harry told himself, had also shown improvement. He still refused to speak, but he was eating again and (in Harry's eyes an even bigger improvement) his eyes no longer had the haunted, dead look they'd had the first time he saw him. Draco had an almost childlike aura about him now. In fact the night before last he'd handed Harry a brush and then stood looking at him until he'd caught on to what Draco wanted.
"O.k. then, turn around, and sit down here," Harry had said, pointing to the space between his legs. Draco did as he was told, and Harry (though he found the walking chair a bit crowded) began to carefully brush the other boys fine, blonde hair. Good thing Ron isn't here to see this, Harry had thought to himself, or even worse that Colin isn't here to take our picture, or I'd never live it down. Imagine, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, brushing Draco Malfoy's hair for him. Still, the real odd thing was that he had actually enjoyed it. He had been so intent on what he was doing that he didn't notice they had company until it was too late.
"Harry, what in the world are you doing?"
He'd turned just in time to see Ron standing just inside the door, his eyes almost popping out of his head in disbelief. Draco on the other hand had jumped up and hidden himself in the wardrobe. Great Harry'd thought to himself, just great. "What's it look like I was doing Ron. You tell me?"
"Well Harry it looked like you were brushing that git Malfoy's hair for him."
"What if I was, and his name is Draco as you well know."
"But, but Harry, he's a Malfoy and a slytherin."
"So, does that mean I can't do something nice for him then?"
"Nice for him? Harry he left you lying on the hallway floor remember?"
"I have a pair of paralized legs Ron, not amnesia. Anyway he's not himself right now. He needs me."
At this point they both heard sobbing coming from within the wardrobe.
Harry sighed. "Now see what you've done Ron, you've made him cry." Ron had gotten a pained look like Harry had just punched him in the stomach. "Please just go Ron, I'll owl you soon, I promise." After Ron left Harry made his way over to the wardrobe and knocked gently. "Draco, Draco, please come out." The door had opened a crack at first and then it had opened wider to reveal a tear streaked Draco, who had climbed into Harry's lap, and snuggled up to him. Gradually he'd calmed down and Harry had done his best to tuck him in for the night before going to bed himself. Next morning in the light of a new day he'd looked back on the previous evenings events and wondered just what he'd gotten himself into.
