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It's been almost four hours now, I haven't moved all that much. All I've done is get up and walk back and forth for a little bit to get rid of the stiffness, but now I'm back in my chair waiting for him to wake up.

I jump when I hear the door open, when I turn around I see Dumbledore and Snape walk in. Needless to say I'm a little relieved about seeing them come here. "Professors." I greet.

"Mr. Malfoy, we were told originally that Mr. Potter was dead, I'm glad to see that it was nothing more than a rumor." Dumbledore says, even though I know he had already figured out that Harry was, well almost, far from death.

"Who told you that Headmaster?"

"Mr. Ron Weasley. He came barging into my office telling me that Potter had died in an attack." Snape says, he sounds like he was actually happy to see Harry had finally lost a battle, but at the same time he also had some relief in his eyes, probably because Harry was still alive.

"Severus came and told me the whole story that Mr. Weasley had told him. I came down here and talked to Madame Pomfrey just as she was leaving, she told me that it looked like he would be able to pull through, but that he wasn't completely out of danger yet. Once she confirmed that, I ask Severus to get the heads of houses to gather all of their students. I explained what happened and Mr. Potter's condition. I have to say I've never seen the school in so much of a panic. I've also told them to leave all get well soon presents outside. There's quite the collection. I've also asked them to not come inside."

"Thank you Headmaster." I'm relieved to know that no one is going to come in here right now. "I guess I'll have to go out there and gather all of those presents and bring them in. Is there any way that I can eat in here? I really don't want to be bombarded with questions right now."

"Yes, we'll have one of the elves bring you a plate. Has there been any change?"

"Nothing, not even a twitch."

"That's to be expected. The potions that they used could leave him in a comatose state for about five to eight hours." Snape explains. "They didn't tell you that?"

"No, apparently they didn't think that I was capable of comprehending that at this time." I know I should be a little nicer, but how would you feel when you find that out after waiting for hours for him to wake up.

"That doesn't mean that he will wake up, nor does it mean that he's going to fine after that period of time."

"I understand, thank you Professor." He nods in response.

"How are you doing Draco?" Dumbledore asks.

"I suppose I'm doing fine."

"I know that when he wakes up he'll be happy to see you here." Dumbledore says. I know he's just trying to make me feel better. And for some reason it works.

"Thank you."

"Now Severus, why don't we go and see if the centaurs have found the attacker. The last thing we want is for someone else to be hurt." He says as he turns and starts to walk out of the room. I don't hear what Snape says as by the time he goes to say something he's already closing the door behind him.

"Harry, I don't know if you can hear me, but I want you to know that I'm not leaving your side until I know you're going to be okay. I love you, I know I haven't really said it all that much, but I really do love you." I sigh. "Do remember that night after the return of the Dark Lord. I think you were in this exact hospital bed. It was after everyone else left that Dumbledore had called me in here to talk to me and you about what was going to happen to me."

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, I apologize that I was forced to wake you up. But I must speak to you about what I'm planning on doing about your living arrangement." I don't say anything, I know that I don't have a choice on the matter, so I just stand there looking at him. "Why don't you come and sit next to Mr. Potter."

"I'm fine here."

"Malfoy, I'm injured, not sick. Trust me you won't catch it." I can hear the annoyance in his voice. It's obvious that he wants this to be over with so he can go back to sleep. I roll my eyes and go sit on Potter's bed with him."

"Now due to recent circumstances I feel that you two could benefit from each other's company."

"Please tell me that I'm not moving in with Potter."

"In a way Mr. Malfoy you are. The house next to Harry's house has recently been put up for sale. I bought it for you to live in."

"So you couldn't find someone for me to live with, or you don't trust me to live with anyone close to you. You know, in case I might be spying on you and the rest of your followers."

"Mr. Malfoy I have every confidence in you, but I don't trust your family."

"Look will I admit to the fact that I want to be back on top of this school, and am I willing to use my name to get there, yes. Do I want to be rich again so that I can but whatever I want, yes. Do I want to die because I don't want to go around raping and killing people? No. Do I want to become his little lap dog? No chance in hell."

"That's good to hear, but another reason for you going to live there is for protection. This way you'll have some where to get to quickly if your father should come to attack you." I don't say anything else; I know that anything I say will go in one ear and out the other. "Do you have anything to say Mr. Potter?"

"Not really, it'll be nice to have a place to hang out sometimes."

"Who said you can come over?"

"Well do you really want to be alone all the time?"

"I have no problem with that."

"Oh get over yourself Malfoy, no one wants to be alone all the time. Anyway would have to be around me all the time, just every once in a while." It's obvious that I'm not going to win this one.

"Whatever. How am I…" I start to ask the old man, but when I look back towards where he was standing there's no one there. "Great, he's gone." I turn back to Potter. "You know, for an old man, he moves really fast." He nods in agreement. "I don't think this is going to work, I think people are going to notice a fifteen year old living on his own…"

"He should have a plan. But right now I just can't figure it out, maybe he'll explain later."

"Whatever I'm going back to bed, I suppose we can talk about this tomorrow. I'll come by in the morning before everyone else is up."

"Alright, see you then." I turn and walk out. 'Really what is he thinking; there is no way this is going to work. He really is going senile in his old age.' I yawn. 'I really need to get back to bed or I'm going to fall asleep while walking, if that's even possible.'

I didn't get much sleep that night; I was too busy thinking about the fact that I'm going to live next door to a bunch of muggles. I've never really had too much interaction with muggles. I've always been taught that they are lower than us, and that they aren't worth the time of day. So anything he would have to say to me on that matter would just be a waste of both of our times.

But, like I told him the night before I was back in the infirmary before everyone else was.

As I walk in I see that Potter is already awake. "You look like shit."

"Malfoy please don't start that this morning, come back tonight and do, but not now."

"What happened?"

"I couldn't sleep I kept having nightmares about what happened."

"Sucks." I come up to him and sit next to him "Did you think of what Dumbledore's plan is?"

"No, you?"

"No. He better know what he's doing, I'm not going to be living with a bunch of muggles for no reason."

"One there is a reason, to keep you safe. Two, you need to get over your hatred; you're only going to bring more attention to yourself if you keep that attitude."

"Why should I care about them?"

"Do you bleed?"

"What?"

"Do you bleed?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well so do muggles. Do you get sick?" I sigh.

"Yes, and let me guess, so do muggles? Where is this going?"

"I'm just trying to get you to understand that you aren't that different from them."

"We could sit here and do this all day, but you're not going to get me to change my opinions of them. Do you understand that? Or do I need to use even simpler terms for you?"

"I understand. Can I ask you something?"

"What now Potter?" I'm already annoyed so any other questions were going to be nothing but an annoyance.

"Can you do wandless magic, without getting caught?"

"Not really. The Ministry can trace your magic with or without your wand. Why?"

"I was hoping that you would be able to scare my family so that they would leave me alone."

"I am not going to be your little scarecrow; I'm not here to help you with your family drama. So if you think that I'm going to protect you, you're wrong."

"I figured that, still it couldn't hurt to ask."

"No but it was stupid."

"Whatever." I can tell that he wasn't really angry at me. I think he's gotten to the point where he feels like it's better to let what I say go instead of getting angry and trying to argue with me. And in truth I wish I could do the same thing, but as it were I still don't like him all that much, but I don't hate him anymore. "Do you think you'll be able to live within muggle society without letting people know what you are?"

"How hard can it be?"

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and find out." In truth I wasn't all that worried until he said that. 'I guess this is his way of getting back at me for all the crap I've done to him over the years.' I sigh. "Are you starting to worry about what could happen?" In a way it scared me that he can read me so well now. 'I miss the days when Potter didn't know a damn thing about me, and now it's almost like he knows me better than my own parents.'

"Why would you say that?"

"Because, when you get worried or nervous you start to look around and you start get fidgety. I mean you've gotten better about it over the years, but you still do a little. Most people wouldn't even notice it but I guess over the last few months I've started to really notice it."

"Whatever, I have end of the year reports to get done, so we'll talk more about this whole mess later."

"Alright, see ya later."

"Yeah, see ya." I say as I turn around and walk out.

At that time it almost felt like we were at a standstill with our relationship. And now that I look back, it seems like that was a good thing. It gave us time to get used to talking to one another without a fight breaking out, and it also gave us time to get used to no longer look at one another like enemies. I sigh and look back at the door. I'm considering leaving for a little while to get something to eat and maybe a change of clothes, as I really don't want to stay in these clothes all day and night. But for some reason I just can't bring myself to leave him here alone. I know how he hates being alone in here sometimes. He once told me that he likes have someone to pass the time with.

I hear the door open and don't even look to see who it is, as at this point I really could care less. "Draco?" I don't respond. I know who it is and I really don't want to talk to her. "Draco?" She says again.

"What is it Ginny." I make sure I sound annoyed that she's even here.

"I just wanted to apologize for the way my brother has been acting. I wrote a letter to mum about it, I'm expecting her to send a howler back. But that's off topic. My brother had no right to say anything bad to you. I know that you're the one who brought him here, and you're the one who has stayed by him and is supporting him though this."

"Is there a point to this? I know your brother is a prick, I know he's going to say what's on his mind, and that he doesn't care half the time if is right or not, he's still going to say it. So by now I've just learned to let what he says go, there's no point in staying angry. So don't apologize on behalf of him." She nods in understanding. A year ago if you would have asked me what I thought about Ginny Weasley I would have told you she and obsessed stalker who needs to leave Harry alone, but now if you were to ask me I would say she is one of my closest friends, how that happened I have no idea, but it did.

"Do you really think he'll wake up?"

"Yeah, I do. I mean he's been through so much in his life, how can he let something like this get him. And now of all times."

"I know what you mean. Other students are starting to lose hope. He needs to wake up soon; I don't know how much longer some people can believe that he's going to be alright."

"Just tell people that his condition is the same, but I still don't want visitors. Speaking of visitors, how in the hell did you get in here? Dumbledore said he wasn't allowing people in here."

"I told him that I wanted to apologize for what my brother did, and to make sure that you're alright. He seemed to like the idea that someone wanted to come and check on you as well as Harry." She pauses and looks around. "Seriously Draco, how are you doing?"

"Fine I guess, I've just been reminiscing on mine and Harry's relationship. It's kind of funny to see how things have turned our between us." We both laugh a little.

"Yeah, I never would have thought that you two would one day end up dating, or hell that you two would even end up friends for that matter."

"Yeah I know." We both pause and look at Harry.

"Draco, I know people have asked you before, but do you really love Harry?"

"More than anything." I state, still staring at Harry. Willing him to open his eyes.

"I'll go now, is there anything that you need?"

"I could go for a light snack and a change of clothes, if that wouldn't be too much trouble."

"No it's not. I'll be back in a little bit then."

"Alright." I turn and watch her leave. 'Thank you Ginny.'

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