AN: for all he people who have been asking me where the actual Draco/Harry stuff comes in… here you go. This is the beginning of their odd relationship, but I must disappoint you with the news that this was an accident. They are not getting together like BOOM. A relationship such as theirs takes time to develop. OK so here we GO:

Chapter 7 -

Harry Potter opened his eyes to the bare, white walls of the Hospital Wing. At first he couldn't remember what had happened to him, but then it all came to him in a blur of motion and colour. The vampire coming towards him, the bite and then someone colliding with him and the rest was darkness.

He found that his voice was too parched to talk and he motioned for the jug of water that stood beside his bed.

A slender pale hand reached for the jug and it poured him a cup. Harry stared at the hand, and then his eyes moved up the arm and looked into the stormy eyes of Draco Malfoy. He handed Harry the cup and helped him sit up so he could drink it.

Harry took a few gulps and coughed from the disuse of his throat. He put the glass down on the bed stand and looked over at the insanely blonde boy sitting on his bed.

"Can you turn off the lights? Your hair is hurting my eyes." Harry said, and then laughed at the look on Draco's face. The Slytherin grudgingly complied and hit the switch beside the door. The room was suddenly plunged into the darkness, the only light coming from the moonlight that came through the window behind the bed. Harry smiled gratefully and patted the bed beside him. Draco sat down and stared at him.

"How long was I out for?" Harry asked, subconsciously reaching up to rub the bandage on his neck.

"About three days." Draco said just as Madam Pomfrey walked into the room and almost fainted at the sight of Harry awake. She bustled over to him and started to poke and prod at him with her wand.

"Now, now, Mr. Potter, you gave us quite the scare. I was ready enough to leave you for dead. Thank god Mr. Malfoy got to you just in time, one more drop of blood and you would be in a coffin instead of a bed." she muttered loudly.

"Umm… Madam Pomfrey? Am I a vampire?" Harry asked, suddenly realizing what really happened.

"I'm not a vampire expert Mr. Potter, I really cannot tell you." She replied sombrely.

The door to the Hospital Wing banged open and Professor Reign and Professor Dumbledore walked into the room, closely followed by what seemed to be half the teachers at Hogwarts.

"Oh, thank the gods you're all right!" Professor Reign said, running to the bed and hugging Harry.

"Good to see you're up Harry." Dumbledore said heartily, pointing his wand at the light. It came back on, but not as strong as before. Harry winced and Dumbledore lowered the light once again, so that the room was engulfed in a soft yellow glow. "Madam Pomfrey worked very hard in keeping you alive."

Harry turned gratefully to the nurse and smiled. "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. This isn't the first time you've saved my life. Where would I be without you?" he said.

"You'd be dead," she stated simply. "But not all the credit goes to me this time. You can thank Mr. Malfoy for saving your life. If he hadn't stopped that overgrown mosquito from draining you dry, you would be a shrivelled up prune right about now."

Dumbledore cringed at the mental image of that, but smiled so as not to alarm Harry. "I hope you will be able to continue training soon, you've missed a whole three days of practice. The both of you need to catch up." he said.

"Surely a few missed days of practice will not make that big of an impact." chirped tiny Professor Flitwick.

"It won't be that bad. We'll just have to work harder to catch up." said Professor Reign.

Harry grimaced at the though of making the practices any harder than they already were. Draco was obviously on the same train of thought considering his facial expressions.

"Professor Dumbledore? Am I really a vampire now?" Harry asked his Headmaster.

To Harry's surprise it was Professor Snape (who Harry had not even seen since last year) who answered.

"No Potter," he said in his usual deep drawling voice. "you are not a vampire. To become a vampire you must drink the blood of the undead. It is a complex ritual and could not have been performed within the time you were given. Becoming a vampire takes time and preparation. Only the most gifted can survive the ritual and become powerful enough to live. You were merely an appetizer, nothing more."

Harry let the insult slide. He wasn't a vampire! Just that thought alone made him very happy indeed.

A long silence followed Professor Snape's speech. Everyone was quietly celebrating the survival of the boy-who-lived.

"I insist that you all leave Mr. Potter to heal and get better before his lesson tomorrow morning. He does not need all this excitement lest he overexerts himself." Madam Pomfrey said in a commanding tone. But it was plain to see that she was happy that her patient would not become fanged for life. The Professors all walked out of the Hospital Wing, although Professor Reign stayed for a second to give Harry another hug and tell him to get better. Dumbledore killed the light completely and Harry smiled at him gratefully. Draco stayed sitting on the bed but Madam Pomfrey did not complain. It seemed that his valiant efforts to save Harry's life had softened her up a bit. After all, Harry was her most frequent patient.

Draco sat there and examined the boy-who-bloody-would-not-die. He looked rather pale, it was understandable considering he had just gotten his blood sucked out through his throat. But he had also changed a lot over the last few weeks. The training and practices had made him stronger, more muscled. Draco looked into his emerald eyes for a second but had to look away, lest he drown in the emerald pools.

"Thank you." Harry said quietly. He didn't remember much about what happened but he vaguely recalled a memory of Draco holding him in his arms. It was a very pleasant memory, considering that Draco was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen, albeit a complete arse.

"Yeah." Draco said breathlessly. Hoping Harry wouldn't notice his loss of breath. It only happened in his presence.

"What exactly happened?"

"Well it's all kind of blurry." Draco said, grateful for the change in subject, Malfoy's simply did not do mushy thank you scenes. "I remember you yelling at the vampires because they killed that guy and then when he bit you, two vampires grabbed my arms and I was screaming for help. Then, this girl jumps off the roof and starts to fight the vampires. So they sort of got distracted and then I broke free and tackled you and the vamp that was attached to your neck. Then the vamp got his head chopped off and the rest of them started to fight the girl. She held them off pretty well, so I got to you and you were shaking like mad. You just wouldn't stop. It was so damn scary. You finally stopped shaking and then, when the girl finished killing all the vamps, I went to go find Dumbledore… and the rest is history." Draco said, lost in memory. It was a pretty watered down version of the events but satisfactory for Harry.

Harry tried to remember these things but only saw Draco in his mind. He didn't remember anything except for him.

He looked at the blonde again and found him staring back at him. Draco blushed and looked away.

"I…" he stared to say, but Harry, on a moment of impulse, had leaned over to him. Draco, who had turned back to Harry to complete his sentence, was met with the piecing green eyes of the Boy Who Lived.

Draco lost all thought of what he was going to say. It was like Harry held all the answers to his heart. He was so captivated by the moment that he didn't even realize when his lips captured Harry's mouth in a tentative kiss.

At first Harry didn't respond, but after getting over his primary shock, Harry responded by leaning into the kiss and wrapping one hand around Draco's waist. They parted for a second and Harry was met with slightly confused grey eyes.

"Oh god." was all he said. Draco's eyes widened to the size of saucers and he jumped off the bed as if a fire was lit up under his arse.

"Oh, god, no!" he said loudly. Harry was sitting calmly on the bed, watching the blonde backing farther and farther away. The same words repeated over and over, he finally turned and ran out of the room.

Harry wrinkled up his eyebrows and tried to process what just happened. Draco Malfoy just kissed him. It took a few seconds to fully sink in and when it did he fell back on the pillows and groaned.

Malfoy was never going to let him live this one down. Yes, it had been the blonde who had initiated the kiss, but knowing the conniving little brat, he would make up some ridiculous story about how Harry had held him down with force and ravished him on the Hospital bed.

His friends would never look at him the same. He could just see it now, the expression on Ron's face, and Hermione's disapproving voice.

What had amazed him the most was that he had actually enjoyed it and kissed him back. Why would he do that? He had hated Draco ever since their first encounter and all through their Hogwarts years. What had changed him? Was it spending so much time with the blonde? He had to admit, Draco had changed. Maybe even for the better. He seemed more accepting somehow. Or maybe it was just that Harry had been spending too much time around the cynical Slytherin and was now used to the insults and taunting.

Whatever it was, he realised that he almost enjoyed the blonde's company, probably because there was nobody else his age around, he told himself. He dreaded the prospect of having to practice with him tomorrow. He would probably make cruel jokes about how queer Harry was, and what a fruitcake he had been last night.

Draco ran up to his bedroom in the north tower. He had just kissed Harry Fucking Potter. He collapsed on his stomach on his four poster bed. Burying his face in the pillows he began to cry silently. Harry would spread this around and soon the tale of his foolishness would be spread through the school like wildfire. And soon enough it would travel all the way to his father.

His father: the cause for his misery. All his life his father told him that he wasn't good enough or that he was a worthless piece of shit.

Or he punished him. He made Draco pay for all of his mistakes, in the worst way.

The minute his father got out of Azkaban, and he was sure that it would be soon, he would come and find Draco and punish him yet again.

And his father's wrath was nothing to laugh at.

Maybe this time, he'll just kill me, Draco thought miserably. Maybe he'll put me out of my misery.

He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, the silent tears leaving salty tracks dawn his face.

But he kissed Harry Potter. He had to smile at that. He had wanted to do that for the better part of the last two years. His hand came up to his face and he traced his lips with one finger, remembering the feel of Harry's soft pink lips on his. He tasted slightly like chocolate and saliva. Draco's hand fluttered its way down his neck and then his chest and stomach, slowly making its way to its destination. He smiled again at the thought of Harry's kiss as his hand slipped past the waistline of his pants.

END CHAPTER

This one was rather short… Ok, next chapter: Harry and Draco have their exam and finally leave for Monty's, where they meet a strange group of people.

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