Harry stood on the Quidditch pitch and shivered. Yep, He defiantly hated not only Winter, but Fall too. He pulled his sleeves over his gloves and held them close. He was about ready to tie them in knots. He swore softly, if one more cold breeze went in his robes... He heard some one snort behind him.

"I can tell you're not a winter person." Flint said with a smirk.

Harry scowled. Asshole thought he was funny. He held his new Nimbus 2000 closer to his chest as he shivered again. He looked up at the dark sky and vowed that if it started raining, he would go inside. Quidditch or no Quidditch, he was not going to get sick for some stupid sport. Harry looked back at the older boy and the surrounding team. They were beginning to mount their brooms. The three chasers and the two beaters went off to do their own thing; Flint stayed on the ground a second longer and gave Harry a searching look.

"Well?" he asked, "Are you coming or what?"

Harry gave one more look to the sky and then followed Marcus into the air. A quarter of an hour later it started to lightly rain. It felt like pins and nettle on Harry's face and when lightning cracked through the sky, Harry landed and began walking toward the school and the rest of the team, who were beginning to feel the cold too, followed him. As for Harry, he couldn't feel more miserable. He was cold, tired, hungry, thirsty, and in pain.

It was Saturday, about a week later and Azi had kept his word and visited every night, even if it was just for five minutes. Although now it was just three in the afternoon but the sky was black with swirling clouds and you could barely see ten feet in front of you. The Great hall was bright and warm. There was a few people in there, some eating, others talking and playing games. Each took a glance at the team that entered the hall but no one really cared. Harry quickened his pace too his dorm. When he got there, Draco was in his bed reading a book; the other boys had been in the common room. Draco looked at him and smiled but frowned as he saw the depressing look on Harry's face.

He got up and pulled the shivering boy in to his arms, but winced as he got his warm robes cold and wet. Harry started talking quietly but Draco wasn't really paying any attention as he led Harry to the bathroom and began to draw up a warm bath. (AN: imagine this bathroom like the perfects one but green and silver and white.) The bath was almost full and Harry paused in his mumblings, Draco took that as his time to but in.

"Harry, I'll be back in a minute. You just get in the bath and stay warm, don't get out."

Harry nodded slowly and began to peel off his outer robes. Draco left the room and closed the door quietly, without warning he began sprinting toward the kitchen. When he was little his father used to tell him stories about his days at Hogwarts. Draco remembered that one of his stories contained a kitchen full of willing house elves and something about tickling a bowl of fruit. After a few minutes, Draco found the bowl of fruit on the west wing of the third floor. A couple tries later he had the picture open and he was amazed at what he saw. About fifty house elves were scrambling around the kitchen making dinner and refilling the snack bowls in the Great Hall. Draco watched as a plate of brownies and a pitcher of hot chocolate floated to the ceiling and disappeared when it got to the top. He looked down when he heard a squeaky voice.

"Excuse Edly, sirs, but Edly is wondering if yous is wanting somethings?"

Draco looked at the house elf in shock. It was wearing finely crafted gold robes with the Hogwarts crest on the right shoulder. It greatly differed from the pillowcase clad house elves at his home. Draco was shook out of his thoughts by the strange look the house elf was giving him.

"Oh.... Can I have some warm tea and some cookies?" Draco said unsurely.

Edly smiled inside at the boy's obvious discomfort. "Of course sirs" Edly said politely.

Just as soon as the elf disappear did he appear again but this time with a pitcher of warm sweet tea and a plate of chocolate chip cookies that looked to be right out of the oven. Draco took the stuff without even a second glance at the elf. He balanced the cookies and tea all the way back up to the bathroom that Harry was currently residing in. Draco wasted no time pouring the tea into two of the bathroom cups and racing to the edge of the bath tub. He looked around for Harry and went he didn't see him right away he panicked thinking his friend had drowned.

But soon enough he heard something. Turning to the source the noise he notice the mop of black hair sticking out of the corner of the tub to his far right. He smiled and took the snacks over to the boy only to find that Harry wasn't moving. He shook his head, how anyone could fall asleep in a bath tub and not drown, he would never know.

He kneeled next to the sleeping boy and ran his hands through the soft black hair.

"Wake up, Harry." Draco whispered as Harry let out a moan of disapproval. "Come on, Harry." Draco urged, "I even brought us food."

Five minutes later Draco had Harry dressed in heated pajamas and wrapped in three blankets on Harry's bed. Harry eat and drank all while stifling yawns. Draco realized that Harry couldn't stay awake much longer, so he moved Harry's half eaten cookie and let him lay down. Draco left the room and turned off the lights and went to meet Blaise in the Great Hall.

The night came and went and so did Azi. Draco waited outside for the boy, only to let him down. He did it because he knew that Harry would be disappointed if he didn't. Azi understood, of course, he would have been mad if Harry did come out that night in his condition. Azi and Draco didn't talk much and the next thing they knew Azi was walking away toward the skyline.

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Draco and Blaise winced synthetically as Harry let out another loud and hoarse sneeze. Although Harry had slept late into the following afternoon, he still had dark rings under his eyes and to add to that his nose was bright red and raw underneath from where he had been blowing his nose. Harry had thrown a fit that morning, or rather afternoon, when he had remembered that he had missed Azi. Draco had reassured him again and again but Harry was still greatly anticipating the night fall. And he anticipated every night after that. Next thing he knew fall had passed and winter was at its peak.

He returned every week to the Hospital wing to either get a cold taken care of or to get his Quidditch wounds healed especially after their first game with Ravenclaw, which they won. His team had dubbed him the bludger magnet, because it didn't matter if it was practice or a game, He would either run into it or it would run into him. Draco and Azi would insist on babying him each time, even though the two of them still didn't quite get along.

Ron was still a bitch and Harry and Draco would still have their school boy quarrels with him. Snape still gave Harry "looks" when ever he thought Harry wasn't looking and Poppy Promfrey still sighed loudly whenever Harry came in with that wounded puppy look. Well, the sun would fall the rise and the world seemed in perfect harmony but of course that wouldn't last long.

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Thanks Jollinar, save a horse, ride a cowboy.

Sorry it's been so long but I didn't think anyone was reading it anymore but thatnks to some reasurence I have presented you with the new chapter. I know this one wasn't but I'm going to try and make the following chapters 3,ooo words. Please review.

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A.J.