Harry lasted only moments in the darkness before his grumbling stomach won out and he leaned forward in an attempt to eat the bread without his hands. As he moved, however, he lost his balance and fell onto the glass of water; the glass shattered and his face was badly cut. As he lay there hazy with hunger, exhaustion, and pain Harry thought that maybe giving into Draco wouldn't be so bad. After all, Harry thought, there wasn't much that could be done to him that would be worse than his present state. And Draco had said that he didn't want to hurt him. "Except" said a small voice inside of him "when has Draco ever been anything but evil?" But Harry's stomach continued to complain and his face was throbbing; and Harry found himself both wishing Draco would return and dreading the glint of malicious joy that would be on Draco's face when he saw what had happened to Harry. As Harry battled between wanting help and wanting to revenge he lost more and more blood. It didn't take long for his consciousness to fade. After that in was only a moment till he knew no more.
When he next awoke Harry though he was awakening from a terrible dream; surely he was no longer in a cold dungeon. He was back at home in his soft warm bed. He was, however, frightfully hungry and decided that he would go immediately to the kitchen to cook up some breakfast. Reality hit hard when Harry found that he was held fast to the bed by a spell of some sort. Through his blurred vision he noticed that the bedding was green and silver; hardly the type of colors Harry would likely use to decorate his own home.
"Harry?" called the drawling voice of Draco. "Would you like your glasses now?"
"Yes" said Harry and hating himself "please." Draco smirked, though Harry could not see it, and when the glasses were on the Draco managed something that looked very much like a kind and comforting smile. Before Harry had time to feel disgusted with himself for being comforted by the Ferret, the Ferret himself had brought a glass of water to his lips.
"Here Harry drink this. But not too quickly or you might be sick." Draco had managed to fill his voice with what sounded exactly like genuine concern. Harry was so taken aback that he didn't even flinch when Draco cupped his face with one hand. "Would you like to sit up? I can release you from the bonds if you promise to stay in bed. You lost a lot of blood and need rest."
Harry nodded and with a wave of Draco's hand Harry found that he could sit and move freely. His first thought was to attempt to overpower Draco and escape. But the memory of that dungeon and of nothing but cold and hunger made him think again. "Maybe," thought Harry. "It would be better to play this game of Draco's. False comfort is far better than honest pain" So, instead of hitting Draco, Harry looked down, fidgeted with his hands, and mumbled the words "Thank You." Draco smiled and again it looked kind.
"Here have some toast. You'll get much better food soon but its been a long while since you've eaten and I don't want you to be sick" As he ate the toast Harry watched Draco watch him and wondered what the point to this game was. What was it that Draco wanted from him? Harry was so lost in his thoughts on the matter that it took him a moment to realize Draco had started speaking. "I want you to stay in bed while I'm gone. You're far too weak to be walking around just yet"
"What? You're leaving"
"Haven't you been listening Harry? I have a very important meeting to go to and won't be back till late tonight. A house elf will bring you lunch and dinner and will come to this room if you ring that little bell. Stay in bed. I want you well as soon as possible. I'll come back to say goodnight." He brushed the hair from Harry's face and smiled "Goodbye Harry"
Harry realized that sitting up had quite tired him out and he lay back down and slipped again out of consciousness.