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A/N: Thanks to all the wonderful reviews! I've been over the moon about all the strong support I have been receiving! Thanks everyone!

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The hospital's white walls shone in an eerily blue light; night was falling on the sleepy school and once again the halls were deadly quiet. A boy, no older than 16, sat in a rickety wooden chair beside two hospital beds. His unruly black head rested in his hands. He stared somberly at the two sleeping figures. The hospital healer wobbled in and out of the many occupied beds muttering spells and pouring potions. She paid Harry no attention, visiting hours were over. But he would not leave; he had sent Draco down to Slytherin to put Pansy in bed. Draco promised as soon as the exhausted girl was asleep that he would be right back up.

Blaise, the nurse had said, had received three stunning spells to the chest and a Conjunctivitis spell. His dark brown eyes were covered in thick white bandages. Goyle had been on the receiving end of a Furnunculus curse, a Rictusempra charm as well as a Tarantallegra Spell. Harry hated to imagine breaking out in boils while dancing and being tickled uncontrollable. He shuddered in disgust to think he had been the on to teach the Gryffindors last year to stun.

"They're still asleep?" asked a very weary looking Draco Malfoy as he plopped himself into a seat next to Harry. Sighing, Harry nodded his head.

"Madam Pomfrey says they will be fine after a good sleep. Blaise has lost his sight but it should be back in a couple of days." Harry rubbed his eyes, his scar was tingling uncomfortably.

"Must have been a long night for them," Draco sighed, staring in horror at the many bandages wrapped around their friends.

"I… I just can't believe Ron would do such a thing"

"Well, he was angry and jealous. I hadn't given him much incentive to be nice to Slytherins before."

"Don't do that Malfoy, don't give him excuses!" Harry said heatedly jumping up and pacing down the small isle between Goyle and Blaise's beds.

"He only attacked us because he was worried over you, Potter. Maybe you should be glad you have such loyal Gryffindor friends," Draco mumbled.

"You're right," said Harry drearily, his back to the two beds and Draco as he paused in his pacing. "I can't blame Ron, it is my fault. It's my fault so many people got hurt." He hugged himself self consciously with his arms. Without looking back at the astonished Draco Malfoy, he started for the door.

"Don't you dare, Potter!" hissed Draco, jumping up and following Harry around the curtains. "Don't you dare blame all this shit on your self! You are not a god! I was out there with you and we did nothing wrong! We're your friends, Potter, so get it into your thick, scar covered head that we want to be your friends! You can't just up and leave!"

"You don't understand!" Harry whispered, his dark green eyes melting insecurely. "I only get people hurt."

Draco smacked Harry hard around the face. "Stop it you grotty piece of shit! You're not meant to be this sodding unstable. Who the fuck does Dumbledore think he is letting you walk around like this? Potter, get it into your thick head that shit happens."

Harry just peered angrily at his feet, one of his hands resting against his red cheek. Suddenly, before he realised it was happening, Draco Malfoy had swooped him into a sharp bear hug.

And like a fresh grey wind he had blown back to his seat next to Goyle's bedside, picking up a stray teen witchly magazine with his long pale fingers.

"Can you believe they have a two page spread on making your own face cream with sage and slug juice? Honestly, are they trying to force teenage girls into an acne breakout?" he snorted.

Harry took a seat next to Malfoy and smiled bleakly.

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"Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, I really must insist that you head back to your own dormitories," said the school nurse as she smoothed the sleeping Blaise's blankets. "It's been 24 hours, and they're not likely to awaken for another 24. You would be a lot better getting a good nice sleep yourselves."

Draco blatantly ignored her like the other six times she nagged them to return to their common rooms.

"I'm really sorry Madam Pomfrey, but it really doesn't feel right leaving them by themselves," Harry sighed.

"But visiting hours are well over," she replied crossly.

"Yes, but it would be terrible leaving them when I feel they really need our support!" Harry cried.

"Mister Potter, they are in mild comas, they don't know you are there anyway!"

Draco snorted.

"You are not making this any easier," Harry muttered to Draco.

"Boys, you don't want me to inform the Headmaster do you?"

Draco continued to pretend no one was talking as he flipped through another witch magazine. "Ohh. Look Potter, this one has an article about you and a little test to work out how compatible you are to the reader."

"Please boys, it is very important that you leave right now! You are disturbing my hospital!"

"But I thought every one in your hospital was in a coma? How can we be disrupting them?"

"Potter, when is your birthday?" Malfoy asked randomly.

"Huh?"

"Its a part of the quiz. I'm seeing how compatible I am with Harry Potter. Question number 7: When is Harry Potter's birthday?"

"You are joking, right?"

"Fine, I'll skip that one. Question number 2: Does Harry wear boxers or briefs?"

"Malfoy, please. I'm kind of busy here."

"Don't worry, I know the answer to that one. Boxers, though I have suggested going commando while wearing leather pants."

Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms and glared wearily at Harry. "Leather, Mister Potter?"

"Please, we are not going to leather… I mean, leave." Harry winced.

Madam Pomfrey shuffled some paper on her clipboard. "If you're not going to leave, can you at least answer some questions about the boys?"

"Sure," Harry said with a sigh.

"Do you know any safe family I can contact for either of them?"

Harry peered expectantly at Draco, having no idea if it was wise contacting either boy's parents.

"Blaise and Goyle's parents are currently unavailable," Draco drawled in a bored tone.

"Are you sure there aren't any distant relations that would be safe to contact?"

Draco peered over the magazine. "Actually, now that you mention it, there is some one." Draco smiled lustfully. "Blaise's Italian cousin Marius!"

"Marius who?" asked the nurse, writing it down on her clipboard.

"Marius Varen goddamn sexy Zabini!" Draco Malfoy cried, fanning himself with the book. "The hottest sex that sprouted legs, I swear!" He crooned, almost falling off his chair.

"Mister Malfoy! That will do!" cried Madam Pomfrey. "I swear! In all my years! Never have I heard such profanity!"

"Shit. Tits. Bollocks. Poo. Fuck. Fanny. Tart face. Arse!" Draco said returning to his magazine test. "Potter, what did you say your favourite colour was?"

"I shall owl Mister Marius Zabini straight away. Now you boys sit quietly while I check on the other students. And Mister Malfoy, may I please ask you to keep your foul mouth to your self!" She briskly trotted off to her office.

"She loves me," smiled Draco watching the nurse wander off.

"I think you will find she finds you highly offensive."

"Pff!" Draco said flicking his hand. "Everyone does at the start."

Harry smiled agreeably. "So what's our compatibility, then?"

"I'm on the last question. What would be Harry Potter ideal Christmas present?"

Harry snorted.

"A: A dozen red roses," Draco continued.

"I thought you were joking!" Harry cried.

"B: A box of Honeydukes chocolate."

"I swear I should be allowed to sue them! This is appalling!"

"Or C:-- fuck, now this one my favourites-- A romantic picnic dinner, complete with candles and wine." Draco screwed his eyes up in mirth. "I sooo choose C!"

"This isn't funny, Malfoy."

"Would you look at that? We're 76 compatible!" Draco said in laughter and shock.

"What! 76!" Harry exclaimed, surprised.

"Yep, and it has a little text box. Oh my god you wont believe this. 'You and Harry have spent ages trying to work out your strong but very confused feelings for each other. You and Harry both have the passion and love to make your relationship overcome even the most unlikely circumstances! Trust, love, devotion, desire, and respect are the most important words in your relationship. Remember to tell Harry how much you love him and on a daily basis. Sometimes both of you might feel overwhelmed by your romantic desires and forget the simple things, like telling Harry how much you love him!"

Harry Potter stared in a horrified awe as Draco Malfoy slipped off his chair from laughing so hard.

"That's too bloody crazy. Some people need to get lives!"

"Calm down Potter, it's just a bit of fun. I don't think you can take it seriously!"

"I think you should, it sounds exactly like you little fuckers," said a gruff voice.

"Goyle!" Draco squealed from the floor. "We've all been so bloody worried; Pansy's has fallen into some crazy coma state."

"She did have a long night," Goyle said, sleepily opening an eye. "What's the time?"

"4:30 on Sunday afternoon," Harry said quietly. "Would you like us to get Pomfrey?"

"Nah, she'll make me drink more of that horrid potion, I'll just drop off to sleep. Blaise and Pansy are okay, aren't they?"

"Blaise will be better any day now," Harry said in a fake happiness.

"What about you two little slags, off shagging all night? Had us dead worried," Goyle said sleepily, closing his jade eyes. And before Harry or Draco could reply, he was fast asleep.

"He thinks we were off shagging," Harry said quietly.

"They all think something like that. 'My friend Draco and I got lost in the forest.' Honestly, who would believe that?" Draco said, sardonically.

"I thought it summed things up nicely."

"Potter, really. If I was to say to you," suddenly Draco's voice had a hint of seduction in it,"'My friend and I got lost in the forest,' what would you seriously think?"

"You're right, they all think we're fuck buddies," Harry mumbled.

Draco laughed a quick laugh before his eyes went back on his magazine.

"But what will we tell them when they ask?" Harry asked nervously.

"We tell them, Potter, whatever they want to hear. I think there has been a bit to many fights these past weeks without us making more," Draco said in a bored tone. "Ohh! Look, witch teen doctor. I love this shit, ha! Listen to this: "I was wondering, witchly doctor, if it is possible to spread worms during sexual activities. I really want to have sex with my boyfriend but I am afraid he might catch my worms!"

"Malfoy! I know you must be making all this stuff up!" Harry said, trying to grab the magazine off Draco.

"Nah, look here," said Draco showing the magazine.

Harry looked at the article Draco was pointing to. He scanned it quickly and paled.

"They have got to be bloody joking. Look, they even signed it, 'Wormsey'. That's absolutely disgusting!"

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When Draco heard that Marius was going to arrive at Hogwarts to visit his ill cousin Blaise, he was sent into a panic. It was Monday morning and he and Harry had been sitting in the hospital wing since Saturday night, without a shower, and only a few meals that Pansy fetched for them when she wasn't sitting with them or sleeping.

Draco, who'd had a crush on Marius since he had first met him, when he was 11, was instantly thrown into a nervous rant about the right type of clothes he should go change into.

"Blue cashmere top with the black slacks, or should I got green top black slacks, or throw it and wear a pink top to show I'm open to anything? Pansy, help!"

Though it seemed to Harry that Pansy was a bit busy her self, sitting on the side of Goyle's bed in an almost comatose state.

"And Marius had these big, soft golden hands, and his hair is perfect, perfect prefect!" she was mumbling to her self.

"Potter!" cried Draco, becoming quite hysterical. "He is going to be here in an hour!"

"So, we wait an hour," said Harry tiredly. He really wasn't in the mood for uproarious Slytherins.

"We have to get changed!" whined Draco. "By the Gods almighty, I haven't showered in days!"

"You can hardly tell," snickered Pansy.

"Oh, shut up you wench! You just want to steal Marius away from me!"

"Okay," said Harry, stepping in. "Why don't you head down to the Slytherin and have a shower, Malfoy?"

"I don't know what to wear! I am completely indecisive!"

"Fine, I'll come with you!" Harry said angrily. "I might as well shower down there too."

"Fine, Fine! As long as we back here to greet him!" Draco said, panic stricken.

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"What about the blue, Potter?"

"Well, blue often associated with intelligence, isn't it? Like Ravenclaw? It might come off showing you're a bit cold, though."

"You're right, Potter, you are absolutely right!" said Draco, throwing down the blue top and grabbing a yellow one.

After Harry and Draco were both watered;, Harry grabbed some clean clothes off Draco, but not before Draco made sure they weren't the ones that he wanted to wear. After he decided he didn't want to wear them, Harry put them on. Harry was now waiting patiently for Draco to decide.

"Yellow, Potter?"

"That top is way too Hufflepuff," Harry said, poking out his tongue.

"What about my nice white turtle neck?"

"Do you really want to portray innocence and virginity, Malfoy?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

"Your right! Completely right!" said Malfoy as he scurried in his boxers through piles of clothes. "How do you know so much about clothes anyway, Potter?"

"It's kind of obvious... white: virgin. Red: love, green: evil," said Harry.

"I suppose. I always knew we would make you a good gay man!"

"Well, I'm not really gay."

Draco stopped searching for clothes to let out a howl of laughter. "What about this one, then?" He asked holding up a bright orange top.

"Wow, it's like a Gryffindor monster came and digested your top! That's horrible; get it out of my sight!"

Draco laughed. "Exactly," he smiled. "My point is proven: you're as gay as a naked gay bar!"

"I think you should go with the red," said Harry, ignoring Malfoy.

"I don't know!" said Malfoy, frustrated.

"Well, I hate to inform you,but he's due to arrive in 3 minutes. You're going to miss him anyway!"

"Fine, then you go up and I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

Harry glanced wearily at Draco. "You don't have a crazy plan up your sleeve, do you?"

Draco winked. "Of course not! Now scoot!"

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When Harry arrived back at the Hospital wing, Marius still hadn't arrived, but surprisingly, he found Pansy doing Blaise's hair.

"Is Blaise awake!" asked Harry fretfully as he watch Pansy brush the boy's black hair. His eyes were still heavily wrapped in bandages.

"No, I just want to make him look nice for his cousin," Pansy said happily.

"They don't have some sort of twisted incest relationship going on, do they?" Harry asked, dropping into a seat.

"Don't be silly," twittered Pansy happily sitting next to Harry.

Just as she sat, the doors of the hospital wing clinked open. From thirty or so feet away Harry spied a dark haired man peeking in round the door. All hell broke lose.

"MARIUS!" shouted Pansy jumping up from her seat and running towards the door. Harry saw the man smile a big white smile, as he stepped inside and enveloped Pansy in a great bear hug, kissing her numerous times on both cheeks.

From what Harry could see, Marius was a tall, tanned, well fit sort of guy, but when he got closer to Blaise and Goyle's bed side, Harry realised why Draco and Pansy went completely insane. Marius was every inch a Roman god: chiselled features, dark luscious eyes enclosed by long thick black eye lashes... His façade oozed sex, like his Italian leather boats and muggle clothes and a soft pale blue shirt, that, on Harry, Draco or Blaise, would make them look like innocent little boys, but on Marius it made him look like sex on the beach.

"Dear Marius," Pansy was saying, though Harry barely registered it, "This is Harry, Blaise and my good friend."

The stunning Marius's eyes glanced over Harry's body, and Harry suddenly wished he had put more thought into what to wear, like Draco had. Though he was sure he could feel Marius attractive eyes tearing off his clothes, he couldn't have been a day past 21. Harry lashed out his hand for Marius to shake.

"No, no, Harry darling," said Marius in a thick Italian accent. "If you are a friend of Blaise, then you are a friend of mine, and my friends and I greet like this!" He grabbed Harry by the shoulders and kissed him many times on each cheek.

Harry would have giggled if he wasn't so giddy.

"It very nice to meet you," Harry gushed, feeling extremely weak at the knees.

"You too, darling, you too!" smiled Marius. "And how is my dearest cousin doing?"

"Better," said Pansy, smiling sadly. "He should be awake soon."

"And our little friend Greg?" Marius asked, looking at Goyle's bed.

"He's getting better too. He woke up yesterday for a short time."

"Good, good," said Marius, shrugging his arm around Pansy's shoulders. "So, beautiful, how is that slave driver of yours? I see he is yet to get that ring on your finger!"

Pansy giggled. "Draco is fine, and you know very well why he doesn't plan to marry me anymore."

"I wouldn't be so sure. I bet he would love to steal you all to his self, producing heirs and cooking him dinner."

"Well then, you had better save me! Whisk me off to Italy to share your villa with you!"

"Ahh, but I would never be able to keep you in line, would I, darling? A poor Italian poet like me, you would be making your way through all the Italian boys as soon as you arrived!"

"I'm sure it would be the other way around, Marius. I bet I would have to fight off the Italian boys lined up for your bed room!"

"You cheeky little monkey!" laughed Marius, tapping her on her nose. "Where is that stunning boy Draco, anyway? I will have to have a word to him about keeping his women friends under control!"

"I believe, Marius," drawled Draco, who was leaning against the near by wall. How long he had been there, Harry was unable to guess. "I think we would find that the only one amongst us who would be able to even try to keep Pansy in line would be Potter. Even after all our pressure he's still as straight as a ruler."

"What!" Marius cried, while giving Draco the routine hugs and kisses. "A friend of Blaise's who's not even a bit bendy? I don't believe that!"

Harry blushed. "You could say, I'm kind of… Try sexual. I will try anything once."

Marius smiled seductively. "Have you ever tried Italian, Harry?" he purred.

Harry blushed more. "I've tried 1/4." He glanced at Blaise's sleeping body.

Marius smiled. "My cousin is too lucky for his own good!"

"How long are you planning on staying, Marius?" asked Pansy

"Just until Blaise gets better. And why aren't you lot in classes anyway?" asked Marius.

"Special permission from the Headmaster," Draco smirked eyeing Marius in delight.

"Excuse me." Madam Pomfrey stood next to Marius. "You must be Mister Zabini."

Harry smiled at the fact the nurse was a bit red in Marius's presence.

"Yes, that's correct, dear." Marius read Madam Pomfrey's name badge. "Poppy, what a wonderful name!"

"Thank you," blushed the nurse. "I need to change the boy's bandages, but if these three want to show you around the school..."

"Oh, yes, great suggestion! Thank you, Poppy! Are you sure my cousin and his friend will be okay?"

"I shall keep a special eye on him just for you," whispered Poppy with a smile.

"Ahh, superb, Poppy! Superb!"

Harry followed Marius, Pansy, and Draco out of the hospital and through the halls of Hogwarts. We wandered behind in an almost awed like dream, imagining being the centre of Marius's universe. Draco and Pansy squabbled wittily over Marius attention.

"Hogwarts is fantastic," gushed Marius. "I always wanted to come and have a look at the school my little cousin talks nonstop about."

"What school did you go to?" Harry asked curiously.

"I was home schooled, sadly I don't have a ounce of magic in me. Serves my father right for having an affair with a muggle. I am as squib as you can get."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I presumed since the Zabini family had a few… interesting contacts that they were pureblood," said Harry.

"They are all purebloods besides me. I'm their dirty little secret," said Marius with a wink. "That's why they kept me in Italy-- so I wouldn't ruin my families so-called image."

"That's horrid," said Harry sorrowfully.

"One of the many woes created by you know who," Marius said pointedly.

Harry nodded sadly. 'So he does know who I am,' thought Harry. 'Yet he didn't turn all gushing on me, I am quite impressed.'

"Come on, show me this famous Quidditch pitch," Marius said, turning to go outside.

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"Psst! Harry, wake up."

Harry sleepily opened his eyes. He peered around the white hospital wing. It must have been about dinner time by the light he could see pouring in through the white framed windows.

"How long have I been asleep?" he snorted, rubbing his eyes.

"Not as long as me, sleepy head," Blaise drawled.

Harry cleared his eyes and realised Blaise and Goyle were both sitting up in their beds. Blaise still had his eyes bandaged heavily but was smiling a wide grin, just like his cousin, who was sitting next to him on his bed. Goyle, though battered and bruised, looked very happy. Pansy was clinging onto his hand like there was no tomorrow. It was Draco who had shaken him awake.

"Goyle! Blaise! You're okay!" Harry leapt up and gave them both quick hugs.

"We're quite dandy, Harry," said the nearly blind Blaise without a hint of sarcasm.

"We've been so worried! I'm so sorry about Ron! I had no idea he would go that far!"

"Shh, Harry. It's okay, you dolt," Blaise said pleasantly. "Now stop avoiding the topic and tell us all the details!"

"What details?" Harry asked nervously.

"The details of you and Draco shagging in the forest, of course! I knew I was right. I told that Headmaster, I did, leave them to shag!"

"Oh… Well the thing is, Blaise…" said Draco carefully.

"We shagged liked crazy bunnies all night long!" Harry put in before Draco could finish.

"I knew it!" clapped Pansy.

"Grotty," mumbled Goyle.

Blaise smiled widely. "You guys are so cute!"

"So it would seem our Try sexual here, tried a bit of Draco Malfoy," remarked Marius, glancing between Harry and Draco with a slick smile.

Blaise giggled happily.

"Well, I think I'm going to go off to bed," Pansy said, yawning. "I'm still a bit tired. Night everyone!"

Everyone chorused goodnight back.

Just as she left, Madam Pomfrey trotted over, telling both Blaise and Goyle that they needed to go back to sleep. She fed them numerous potions before both boys dropped quickly off to sleep. She smiled kindly at Marius before disappearing into her office.

"Well, how about I go steal us some food from the kitchen for tea?" Draco asked, slipping out of his seat.

Marius nodded happily, smiling gratefully at Draco.

"Be back in a second," Draco smiled, slipping out the door.

Marius slowly got off Blaise's bed and sat in the seat next to Harry. His dark black hair... Harry realised it smelt like woodland forests and water falls. Harry gulped nervously; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of someone so sexy and cool.

"So, you enjoy Hogwarts, Harry?" asked Marius, smiling brightly.

"Yeah, I love it! It's a really great school--" Harry suddenly stopped talking. One of Marius's soft, golden hands rested on Harry's thigh.

"You like boys, don't you, Harry?" purred Marius into Harry's ear.

Harry nodded slowly. He felt himself go beet red, the hand moving higher up his leg.

"Do you like me, Harry Potter?" asked Marius, his teeth nipping at Harry's earlobe.

Harry nodded quickly, he could feel Marius's talented thumb rubbing a small circle on the inside of his thigh.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Harry Potter?" Marius asked, his voice like liquid fire.

Harry heart was thumbing in his ears. He was finding each breath harder and harder to take.

"Y-y-yes," he stuttered out at last.

Like a flash of lightening, Marius straddled him, his pelvis dangerously close to Harry's. He smiled a wide, white smile that reminded Harry of his younger cousin. Then before Harry knew what was going on, or had time to try and keep his rising 'temperate' under control, Marius's lips were hastily on his, red hot in desire, and Harry's eyes fluttered closed. His mouth was being openly explored by Marius sharp Italian tongue.

Suddenly Harry heard something drop. He and Marius opened their eyes, Marius still straddling him they peered around. Draco was standing there eyes as wide as galleons. He turned quickly and ran from the hospital wing. Marius smirked and turned his head back around, then leaned forward to kiss Harry again.

"Wait," Harry said quickly. "Shouldn't we go after Draco? He looked upset."

"He will be fine. He has had his go with the Boy Who Lived, he'll understand it's my turn," Marius smirked.

Harry spoke angrily. "I'm more then just the Boy Who Lived!"

"Of course, Harry darling. You're a brilliant kisser." He leaned forward again.

Harry pushed him off and stood up. "What about Pansy and Malfoy? They love you! They worship the very ground you walk on!"

"I know, isn't it great? Those little brats would do anything for me," Marius said sliding his hand around Harry's hip.

"No, it's not great! You treat them like shit. I'm going after Malfoy."

"Fine," said Marius, sitting back down. "But you don't know what you are missing out on, boy."

Harry suddenly realised that all Marius's leather boots and flash clothes were, was a façade.

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"Malfoy! Wait! Please, wait up!" cried Harry, running down a flight of stairs, meeting Draco at the bottom.

Draco stopped and folded his arms, glaring at Harry.

"I'm sorry, alright!" Harry said, puffing. "I never should have let it get that far when I knew you liked him!"

Draco still peered angrily at Harry. "I stayed with him and Blaise in Italy last summer. I've seen him do plenty worse with complete strangers."

"Still, it must be hard to have it sprung on you like that," Harry said worriedly.

"Not really, Potter. I don't even like him like that, really. Sure, he would be a great fuck, but he could never have a serious relationship with any one."

"Then why did you look so upset and walk out if you weren't jealous?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Draco didn't look him in the eye. "I don't know," he muttered resentfully.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why would you care if we were kissing then?"

"I don't care, Potter! Go back and continue if that's what you want to do so badly!" Draco barked crossly.

"I don't, actually. He only wanted me because I'm Harry sodding Potter," Harry said, quite offended.

"That's not cool," said Draco, concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why don't we run down to the kitchen and get Dobby to whip up us a fed?" Harry suggested with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan, Potter."