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Rating: Not for the squeamish.

Chapter 11

Draco became aware of his surroundings in stages. First stage was that he was defiantly not in his own bed. The sheets were too starchy to be satin and the bed was not nearly soft enough. Second stage was that it was really bright outside of his eyelids. Thirdly there was a strange warmth enclosing his right hand.

The fact that he was completely naked did not escape his observant senses. He opened his eyes, only the merest hint of gray was exposed.

'I am in the Infirmary and I really have a bad taste in my mouth.' Draco scowled as he tried to remember the events of last night.

'I probably had another fight with Potter.' He looked down to see the source of the warmth on his hand. The silver eyes widened until you could see the whites all around. As if he had conjured him there by pure thought there slumped Harry Potter with his hand around Draco's and his head placed half on top of their clasped hands.

Draco was speechless. Raven colored locks were everywhere a couple of them even sought the refuge of Draco's sheet covered thigh.

"You need a haircut Potter." He whispered in the most gentle of voices. Potter's eyelids fluttered but remained firmly shut. Draco raised his eyes from the other boy's face. There was a jug of water and some glasses right out of reach.

He would have to disturb the boy holding his hand to get it. Draco weighed the pros and cons of both situations.

'If I stay here he will continue to hold my hand, but the essence of a rather vulgar taste in my mouth will stay. If I let go and reach the jug I will have at least had something to cleanse my mouth out, but then Potter will surely wake up and I would not be able to slip my hand back without him noticing.'

The solution came in the form of Madam Pomfrey. She opened her mouth to speak before Draco silenced her with a shake of his head and a pointed look at Potter. She came closer and laid her hand on Draco's forehead.

"How are you feeling?" She asked in a low voice.

"I feel fine except for a horrible feeling in my mouth." Pomfrey nodded and set down her tray of potions.

"Do you remember anything about last night?" Draco shook his head.

"That is worrisome. Here drink this." He was about to ask what happened when she thrust the sweet smelling serum under his nose. 'Might as well get rid of this taste.' He tilted back his head and took the dose in one shot.

"I should get Mr. Potter to a bed of his own."

"No let him stay for awhile. He looks tired." Pomfrey gave Draco an incredulous look before shaking her head and leaving the room to see who had entered her office. After a flurry of activity all quieted and Draco dozed still clasping Potter's calloused hand.

The room was dark. He could barely recognize it as his bedroom. The only detail that gave it away was the soft rug under his knees. He could tell someone was in front of him but it was all so dark and blurry. Draco grimaced as a smell wafted from the body in front of him.

'Ugh someone needs to take a shower.' The shape in front of him came closer and he knew he should feel fear but he could not move. The shadow loomed over him...

And suddenly he was awake with Potter grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

"Careful Potter you might mess up my hair." Potter's eyes widened with the realization that he was still holding onto the blonde. Draco was quickly released and he dropped back onto the bed.

"I am going to tell Pomfrey that you are awake."

"No wait." Potter stopped walking and turned his head towards Draco.

"What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Draco shook his head.

"Don't try to. Nothing good would come out of it." Potter left the room and closed the door with a confident click. Draco shifted to his side and stared at the hand that had been held so gently.

He traced the lines on his palms and pretended that Potter was still holding onto his hand. 'Why does no one want me to remember? I have a right to know. I have lost a whole night of my life. I deserve to know. It can't be too bad. Right?'

A/N: I love all of you for continuing to read this even with that infamous chapter 9. I can not believe that I have almost 140 reviews! There is always room for more though!