Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets- Gilderoy Lockhart put Harry in the infirmary for trying to fix his arm but got rid of all the bones.

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Harry heard a chair being pulled up next to his bed, he turned his head and opened his eyes groggily. He cradled his arm to his chest and sighed blissfully as a hand was stroked through his hair.

"Hey, love. How's your arm?"

"Draco? It hurts.." Harry whined, a pouted forming against his pale plump lips.

Draco chuckled and leaned down, kissing his forehead. He sat himself down next to Harry's bed and stroked his hair.

"I know, love. I know. Madam Pomfrey did say it would hurt."

Harry grimaced as he moved around a little bit, jostling his arm.

Draco sighed and kissed Harry's forehead,

"Ok sit up, love." Draco slipped off his shoes and put a hand on Harry's back, pushing him up slowly, being careful of his arm.

Draco slipped in behind the brunette, Harry hissing in pain, and slowly eased the injured boy back, to lean against his chest.

Draco smiled, a hand trailing through Harry's hair, as he heard the blissful sigh escape Harry's lips.

"Comfortable?"

"Very," Harry smiled, turning his head to look at Draco.

Draco smirked, "Good, now go to sleep." He kissed Harry's forehead and leaned against the pillows.

Harry sighed, snuggling into Draco's chest, his arm cradled against his own chest.

"Mmm, g'night Dragon."

Draco smiled, "G'night."

Harry woke up, a yawn escaping his lips. He smiled blissfully and stretched, a slight soreness to his arm. But, all in all it seemed to be completely healed; Harry thought as he flexed his arm.

A few thoughts came rushing back to his mind and Harry turned around to looked behind him and he smiled, laughing to himself.

Draco was gone, the only thing left in his place, leaning against the pillow, shining beautifully in the morning light; was the Golden Snitch.

Harry laughed and cradled the Snitch in his hand.

"You bastard."

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--AMLF