"Wake up, Ron…"
Draco opened his eyes and blinked, blearily. He was in a chair, his head on Harry bed, his finger's still entwined with Harry's.
"Morning, Ronnie!" Harry said, cheerfully. Draco groaned, glaring at Harry. He was rather irritated at being called 'Ron.'
"Morning," he grumbled. With impeccable timing, Madame Pomphrey bustled in.
"Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him," she announced, addressing Draco.
"But he's still calling me Ron!" Madame Pomphrey shook her head.
"I'll have Professor Dumbledore take a look at him, but until then, you have to get to class." Draco's eyes widened.
"I can't leave him! He's a lunatic! He thinks you're a Death Eater!" Draco exclaimed.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with him, as far as I can tell. But you can't skip class! Bring him back after lunch and I'll have Professor Dumbledore look at him," Madame Pomphrey said, pulling out a large, heavy book.
"All right," Draco said, grudgingly, standing up. Harry crawled out of bed, too. "We'll be back." Harry laced his fingers through Draco's, bringing out a thought.
Oh, god.