AN: I know I promised a chapter on Thursday, but I had absolutely no inspiration, and the day was totally hectic. Sorry this is short, but I still lack a lot of inspiration, so this also isn't very good. I'll try more tomorrow, who knows maybe something will come to me in math. Well, I hope you try to enjoy.

Harry was wide-awake. Remus rushed over, and eased Harry down so he was lying on his back. When Harry tried to get up again, Remus held a gentle, but firm, hand to his shoulder, preventing his movement.

"Don't get up, you'll irritate your bandages. Besides, you're weak, save your energy for something important." Remus admonished.

"Where am I?" Harry sounded frantic; his eyes were searching the room for someone, something familiar. He spotted Draco, and looked confused for a moment.

"Who are you? You seem familiar, but I can't place you."

Draco smiled and walked over to Harry's bed He sat on the side and answered,

"My name is Draco. You saw me before, but you were kind of out of it."

"Oh," Harry yawned. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

Draco laughed and nodded, watching as heavy eyelids covered the precious emeralds that were Harry's eyes.

A week had passed since Harry's arrival. The boy had been healing nicely, though he was nowhere close to a regular state. He was still too weak to be of any use in the household, so he spent most of his days in Sirius and Remus's room, reading the few books Remus had in his possession, or talking to Remus, Sirius, or Draco whenever one of them had a break.

Remus and Ginny, with Draco's permission, had been attempting to slow the healing process as much as possible, while making sure Harry was not in pain. They had asked Draco, before trying this, as it meant he would have more nights with Ron, but Draco was adamant that Harry be spared from that fate as long as possible.

However, as much as Draco hated that topic, it was back again.

"Draco, you know we can speed up the process, stop putting yourself through hell."

It was true; Draco was in worse shape than before. After about two weeks of spending all of his nights with the red-haired devil, the exertion was making an impact. Draco had dark circles under his eyes and there were bruises marring his pale skin. Ron always had been a little rough.

"Harry is innocent, he probably doesn't even know what sex is. I don't want to ruin that. We need to prolong the process as long as possible. Besides, when Ron first started taking me, he was new at it, we both were. He was gentler and more uncertain; he didn't know what he wanted completely. But now, Ron has much more experience. He knows what he wants, and he's going to hurt Harry. This is foreign to Harry; he doesn't know what to do, or how to make it shorter or less painful. I just don't want to see him hurt."

Remus's face softened.

"You care about him don't you?"

"I guess, but really it's just concern for someone who's going to be in my situation very soon. That's why I became friends with Hermione after all."

Remus smiled at the memory of the sweet girl.

"Have you considered that Ron might not wait until Harry's better?"

Draco's eyes clouded.

"Yes, but you know it's unlikely. If Ron does anything to Harry in such a fragile state, his recovery will take about twice as long. Plus Harry won't really give him much pleasure in his condition."

Remus nodded. That much was true. He doubted having sex with someone who could barely move would be very exciting. Then again he had never tried. Who knew?