The next few days, Harry was busy with tasks and schoolwork, running from class to common room and back, and spent most of his free time in the Library. He hadn't even found the time yet to tell Ron and Hermione about Draco.

"Evening, Harry!" Hermione said smiling, while taking a seat across Harry. "You look exhausted. Have you been sleeping well?" And her smile changed into a slightly worried frown.

Harry looked up from his parchment. "Evening, 'Mione. Of course I have…I'm just being swamped with homework…" I haven't even had the time to visit Draco…

Draco had crossed Harry's mind quite a lot. He wouldn't admit it, but he was being slightly worried. This sudden change made Harry feel confused. He couldn't stop thinking about what could've happened to Draco, yet still felt distrustful towards him. Something was wrong but Harry couldn't exactly say what.

"Harry?" and Hermione laid her hand on Harry's arm. "…I asked you a question…"

"I'm sorry" Harry whispered. "What did you say?"

"Are you okay? You seem bothered…I can leave if you –"

"It's not you, Hermione." Harry said in a louder voice. "I do want to tell you something."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, eyeing Harry with a worried look on her face. Harry shuffled on his seat, looking for the right words. Before Harry could come up with anything, Hermione mumbled:

"Whatever it is Harry…I'm your friend." And she smiled. Her smile comforted Harry.

"Draco…He has been acting…weird. Well, weird as in nice. And it's confusing me so much…He asked me to visit him, and I said I would, and then I didn't have the time and –"

"Harry, not so fast, you're being incoherent. So…Draco has been acting strangely nice…Okay…?"

Harry took a deep breath. He closed his book with a soft slam, and stared into Hermione's eyes.

Just…Tell her calmly what happened…She'll understand, she's your friend for God's sake!

Harry told her everything that had happened the past week, he told her every little detail that might be important, every expression, every word that had been said.

Hermione raised her eyebrows again. "I hate to say this Harry…But it seems you like him!" looked at Harry with a semi-playful expression.

"Look alright, if you're going to mock me like that, I don't even want to tell you!" Harry packed up his books and walked to the door of the Library.

"Harry, oh come on!" Hermione said. But it didn't matter, because Harry was already at the end of the corridor, furiously stomping his feet on the ground.

I do not like Draco. Harry thought to himself.
I'm just worried about him. Perhaps he's all ill because of me. It's completely NORMAL.

Without noticing where his feet were dragging him, he walked to the Hospital Wing. He opened the door.

Draco was sitting on his bed, his bed sheet pulled up to his middle, a blue pyjama showing.
When Harry walked over to Draco, he lifted his eyes from his book, and stared at Harry. His eyebrows gave Harry a nasty frown.

"You said you'd come over!" Draco manly, yet high voice said in a hurt way. His eyes were big and he looked so hurt.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Draco. I had a lot of tasks to do…And – "

"You could've visited me. It takes what? 5 minutes, maybe!" Draco mumbled.

Harry stared at Draco, and then looked away. "You're right. I'm sorry."

An uncomfortable silence fell between them. "I'm allowed to go back to my common room, tomorrow morning." Draco said, breaking the silence. He took Harry's hand. "I'd appreciate it if you come tomorrow. I mean…It's Saturday, we could do something together…" and he smiled.

Harry's heart pounded.