Thank you to everyone who is still reading this, I'm glad you are enjoying it.

To my reviewers:

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Key:

An/ prophesy

Draco thought

Harry thought

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Chapter 9

"Get off me!" Draco screamed. He was confused; he had woken up in the infirmary with no less than Harry Potter sleeping on a chair by his bed absent-mindedly stroking his hand.

"Wha?" Harry awoke with a start.

"I think I should be asking that question, Potter!"

"In divination, you saw something, you collapsed. "The memory of the previous day flooded back to Draco. He remembered the red eyes of the snake Nagini (Voldemort's animagi form.) he cowered from Harry, shaking visibly.

"Please… go away."

"What's wrong Draco?" asked Harry, their animosity temporarily forgotten.

"It was him. Tell him I didn't mean it. Tell him, Harry."

"What are you talking about?"

"My, my, the poor soul has gone barmy. Snape would love to know that; as far as Maeve knows he is a relative to the boy." Connor looked concerned for Draco, but Harry didn't want anyone to know yet.

"No! Where's Pompfrey?"

"She's in Hogsmeade with Flitwick. Such a lovely couple they make."

"Then who's taking care of the casualties?"

"I do!"

"But what about emergencies?" this was definitely an emergency to Harry; how could a boy who is not afraid of anything, be terrified by me?

"I activate a port key Pompfrey always has with her. It's the locket she wears. It is connected to the portrait circuit so I can do it." Connor disappeared and came back with a large switch. "But it's your fault when she asks!!!" Connor flipped the switch. After a second, a flustered Madame Pompfrey in a flowery dress appeared. Her eyes were shut, and she was leaning forward, lips puckered. Connor ran, and Harry stared in amazement. She opened her eyes and looked around. She saw Harry and blushed.

"What were you doing?" she yelled, her countenance restored. "If this isn't an emergency, you will get detention for a month!" she saw a quivering mass under the duvet. Her gaze softened, and she addressed the lump, "there, there, don't worry" she turned back to Harry. "What's wrong with the patient, Potter?"

"I don't know Madame Pompfrey.  Draco just dived under the covers when he saw me." Harry confessed.

"What? Have you and Mr Malfoy been fighting again? When will you two grow up?"

"We weren't fighting; we were in Divination when he just keeled over."

"Did he see anything?"

"He won't talk to me."

"Then it is best if you leave."

"But…"

"Come back later. I may have some information for you."

"Thank you." Harry left. It was time for dinner, but he didn't feel hungry. He walked the corridors avoiding people for about an hour and he decided to visit Draco again. He walked in to see a worried Snape and a frightened Draco. Harry stayed silent. They hadn't heard him. Draco was stuttering in a terrified was and Snape was trying to console him but was ineffectual.

"I saw him, he saw me… he spoke to me…he will tell my father, order him to… he heard my insults, heard them through Harry. Voldemort will kill me!" Harry was confused; what does this mean? What has Voldemort done to Draco? What has it got to do with me?

"Don't worry Draco, we'll sort this out." Snape left the room. Draco was curling up in his bed when he spotted Harry. He visibly shrunk into the duvet.

"What's wrong, Malfoy?"

"You, you're not Harry!"

"Then who am I?"

"Not just Potter… you're two people." Draco laughed, "You're schizo, Harry!"

"What are you talking about, Draco?"

"I saw him in your eyes. You have him in your head."

"Who?" Harry asked exasperated.

"Voldemort!"

"He can't be. I am all me."

"Sorry to break it to you, but I saw something in the depths of your soul; it was his snake form. He spoke to me… I'm not his slave. He doesn't own me. No-one owns me!" Draco's haughtiness had reappeared. Harry moved closer, but Draco shuddered slightly, so Harry backed off.

"You said you saw him in me, as a snake…" said Harry, trying to take it in rationally. "How come I didn't see anything in you? Are you sure? That snake could be my inner animal."

"You weren't paying attention. He called to me, I know his eyes." said Draco clearly. Harry believed him for some reason; so didn't question him further.

"I think that might be residue from this…" he picked up Draco's delicate hand and placed it over his scar. This was the last resort of trust for Harry and Draco knew it; many a time had he seen Harry attack Ron for touching it, or flinching if Hermione did. Draco was subdued by this intimate gesture. He felt the raised lightening bolt under his fingers. He felt the contrast between the softness of it and the hand which held his in place. Harry withdrew his hand, eyes closed. Draco's hand remained for a while before he pulled it away slowly.

"You're not him," smiled Draco, "I was almost worried for a moment!"

"Worried about me?" asked Harry.

"No," Draco answered sarcastically, "for bloody Bugs Bunny! Who do you think?"

"I just wouldn't have thought that you would care about me. That's all."

"What about me? Voldemort knows all I said to you, I'm doomed." A devious grin flashed across Draco's face. "So I guess this can't hurt." Draco leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips. It was amazing; Harry overcame his surprise enough to moan in elation. After a minute or two of sucking Harry's bottom lip, biting ever so slightly, Draco stopped and smirked, eyebrows suggestive. "Well, that was better than imagined."

Harry was still dazed; the last kiss he had received was from Hermione, trying to teach him, (needless to say, in vain). This was so much better… "Wow."

"Well that pretty much sums me up, Harry."

"You, imagined kissing me?"

"Well, apart from me and a Ravenclaw in the year above, you are definitely the hottest boy here."

"What was that?"

"That was a kiss, Potter. Learn to recognise it, or we might not get along." He turned to leave, headache forgotten.

"Draco, what will the school think?"

"Of what?"

"Of this!" Harry grabbed Draco, ripping the buttons in his shirt and smashing his lips into a crushing kiss, as his hands roamed the pale muscles of Draco's chest. Hm, a quick learner, there's hope for him yet!!!!