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Her reply came quickly.

"Don't fuck up or I'll jinx you so bad you'll look worse than Voldemort himself." I blanched as I thought about hurting Harry. I couldn't do that, not to him.

I felt Harry stir and ran my hand over his face as he opened his eyes.

"Draco...?"

"Hiya Harry. Hermione sent a letter." I handed him an envelope addressed to him. He read it and stared at me.

"What did you do?" My confused expression must have asked my question for me. "She says she's not happy about us being friends but that she'll deal. Draco, what did you do?"

"Oh. I apologized for all my mistakes as an impressionable child. It was easier than I thought it would be. How do you feel?" He tried stretching and cringed. "Exactly what jinx did she send you?"

"A soreness charm..." I raised an eyebrow. More damage had been done than just a simple soreness charm. "Okay so it kinda sent me flying against the wall. I'm just sore." I called for a house-elf. "I'm fine."

"Okay. Dobby." A crack ensued, masking Harry's groan of displeasure.

"Yes Master Draco Sir?"

"Harry's hurt, I need you to go get a medi-witch."

"Yes Master Draco Sir, right away Sir. Anything to help Masters Harry Potter and Draco!" CRACK.

"Damn you.."

"Well then! I didn't know you felt so strongly."

A moment or two later a medi-witch apparated in with Dobby. I told Dobby to go back to Hogwarts and he left without another word. The Healer looked Harry over and pulled me aside.

"Um...He's got a few cracked ribs and his diaphragm is strained. I'm giving you a calming draught and a vial of Skele-Gro. Oh and a soreness potion. If he's not better within twenty-four hours, send that elf after me again. He might be a little dizzy from all the potions." She walked out and disapparated just outside of the Malfoy wards.

"Here. Drink these and go back to sleep."

"What are they?"

"Calming draught. Take it." He did and I told him what the witch told me. "Now take these." He did, and almost instantly fell asleep.

A few hours late I managed to get to sleep and woke up around four A.M. to the sound of someone tripping. I got up and pulled out my wand.

The bedroom door was open, probably from when Dobby had walked in with a glass of water for me. I silently thanked the forgetfulness and jumped out the door.

Only to point my wand in the face of an Auror.

"Shit man," my voice was hushed, not wanting to wake the brunet. "you scared me. No warning owl?"

"No I'm sorry it's urgent apparently. Your lawyer called on me tonight and told me to start going through the place with my best team. He made it sound like you were on vacation. Fuck my life, I had forgotten.

"Well, wait until morning. I'd say around ten or eleven. I'll be awake and gone by then. Okay?" he agreed and left.

"Hey, any news about how the minister's doing under all this pressure?"

"No news yet although I'm sure the Prophet's cooked up something good again."

"Right. Have a good night."

"You too. Now off to my bed..." He gave off a huge yawn and disaparated as soon as he was outside the wards. Aurors work too many hours and don't sleep enough.

After closing the door, I heard a noise come from the room I had put Harry to sleep in. Naturally, my first thought was that he had hurt himself again-really when WASN'T he?-and crept inside quickly. The slight whimpering continued.

"Harry...?" I kept my voice soft and gentle, trying to figure out if he was awake or asleep. After seeing his wide eyes I figured it was safe to assume he was awake. "Harry, what's wrong?" He started shaking and I swiftly walked over to him.

"I...He...You're not...I'm...Oh..."

"Bad dream about Voldemort?" He nodded and relaxed into the pillow behind his head. "It'll be okay. He's dead." As I sat on the side of the bed I stroked his hair like a mother would do to a frightened child. I whispered condolences and reassurances into the darkness, not even sure he was awake anymore.

"Draco?" He surprised me, I was almost convinced he was asleep.

"Yes Harry?" He yawned before continuing.

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Going to the mansion in France. Any reason as to why?"

"Not really." We lapsed into a comfortable silence for the better part of fifteen minutes.

When I had just thought of getting to up to go to bed, Harry moved his hand towards mine, which was on his shoulder. I looked down at our hands and had a burst of happiness that we were finally so comfortable with each other.

"Draco?" his voice clearly stated something along the lines of 'Tired. Sleep. Now.'

"Hmm?" I gently squeezed his hand, letting him know I was listening.

"Thanks. For everything. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing. Now get to sleep."

"Kay." A moment's silence passed, which ended when I attempted to get up.

"Wait." I settled back down.

"Yes?"

"Don't leave." So I didn't. I got up and took my slippers off before settling down next to him. I fell asleep faster than I ever had before.