Disclaimer: I, in no way or form, own the characters in this fic. They are owned by J.K. Rowling and I am only borrowing them for a little.

Author's notes: Thank you so much for the feedback! These are the first reviews that I've ever gotten and I thank you all for the motivation. I worked my ass off the get this chapter out as soon as possible. Shout outs to Kanoi, Yoink Daydurfurits, alle, Dark Queen of Roses, and, DarkFang222. I would also like to thank whoever reviewed as Q(), I appreciate the constructive criticism. I'm sorry that this chapter is a little shorter than the first. Anyways, on to the story!



The front doors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry flew open and Draco stepped into the school with Harry still unconscious in his arms. He sprinted through the damp castle and threw the door of the infirmary into the wall on his rush. Madame Pomfrey looked up in surprise and then quickly rushed over to take Harry from his arms. She checked him over and then gave him some healing potions through an IV. After Harry was settled, she turned to Draco who was standing by the bed with a far-off, pained look on his face. As she took a step towards him, however, he backed away.

"Mr. Malfoy, you need to let me heal you. Please come here so I can help," Madame Pomfrey urged gently, but to no avail. Draco just shook his head no and replied, "He needs more help than I do," and then stalked out of the room, robes swishing, Snape style. Madame Pomfrey watched him go and then proceeded down the hall to the Headmaster's office.

She muttered the password - Vanilla cake - and then went up the stairs to inform Professor Dumbledore of their unexpected visitors.

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Draco paced in Professor Snape's office after downing two glasses of his finest brandy. Snape glared at the figure, clearly amused at the boy's dilemma.

"So let me get this straight. You were to be punished for refusing the Dark Mark and instead, you ended up saving Potter and killing Voldemort?" Snape drawled in a bored tone. Draco nodded curtly, lost in his thoughts. "And the reason you saved Potter's sorry ass is because you felt sorry for him?" Draco responded by lowering his face and slowly nodded again. Snape scoffed at the evident lie.

"Do you really think I'll buy that bullshit? You didn't save Potter because you feel sorry for him. You're attracted to him," Snape stated, almost accusingly. Draco's head snapped up in shock, wondering how he had seen through the façade.

"I can see right through the façade, so don't bother trying to deny it. The whole school has noticed. It's not like no one can see the glances you take when you think no one's looking. I've seen the little secret smiles and smirks when you get paired with him in Potions. That's the only reason I continued to pair you two together. It seemed to make you a little bit happier. Basically everyone knows and there are even some bets going around on how long it will take before you tow get together. So stop worrying and get over yourself. Every time you worry, you drain my supply of brandy and run a hole into my carpet with your pacing. Now get out of my office and get yourself cleaned up. That gash on your forehead is going to get infected," Snape scolded and shoved Draco out the door, locking it behind him. Draco sighed again and then walked back to the infirmary.

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"We must find Draco. He might be more hurt than we think. Go find Severus, he would know where the boy went," Albus Dumbledore instructed Poppy Pomfrey before turning around to find a smirking Draco Malfoy leaning in the doorway.

"No need. I'm here," he told them before being redirected to the empty bed next to Harry's. Poppy did a quick check and then healed the gash on his head. During this ordeal, Draco explained what happened to him and how the end of Voldemort came about. Albus sat quietly during the whole explanation and then after Draco was done, he stroked his beard in thought.

"Well, it seems both you and Mr. Potter have had a very rough night. Why don't you get some sleep, hmm?" he suggested while standing and then headed for the door. Draco began to follow, intending to go back to his dorm in the dungeons when Dumbledore turned around and stopped him.

"I think it would be best if you stayed in the infirmary for the night. Madame Pomfrey will want to keep an eye on you and I'm sure you would like to keep an eye on Mr. Potter also," he finished, making his way out the door. Draco lied back on the cold bed obediently and let sleep take his consciousness to another land.