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When I woke again, it was dark, and I could still feel the sheets around me. I thrashed about in panic, remembering the nightmarish feeling of being unable to move, unable to help my brother.

"Amy! Amy, are you okay?" Draco whispered from my left, sounding panicked.

"Yea." I rasped, my throat hurting. He handed me a glass of water off the table beside my bed and I gulped it down.

"What happened?" I asked, my throat still feeling sore.

"We were in detention, and you passed out. McGonagall took you here, and Madam Pomfrey just stuck you on the bed. She said you had to just 'sleep it out', but then you started screaming, and thrashing. We had to hold you down after you hit the table there." He grinned weakly at me. "As far as we can tell, you breaking your hand on the poor table was the only danger you were in. We couldn't wake you though; we just had to wait it out. Eventually, you fell quiet." Draco paused, inspecting my face. "She was tutting about your diet. It's pretty obvious what you eat." He gently prodded one of my ribs. "Or don't eat."

I stuck my tongue out at him, grinning weakly. "If I eat anymore, I wouldn't survive the holidays."

He looked shocked. "They starve you as well?"

I nodded. "You'd expect them to feed a girl living with them?"

He shook his head. "You have to spend the summer at our place. That'll have you eating well."

"Mmhmm. Better than at the Riddle manor." I said, without much energy, trying to remember everything that had happened tonight. Suddenly, I sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through my body.

"Where's Harry? And Ron and Hermione?" I asked, alarmed, and trying to keep my voice low. Draco moved slightly, so I could see the bed next to mine. In it was Harry, and the bed beyond him contained Ron, both of whom were sleeping. I looked back at Draco. "Hermione?" I asked.

"Unfortunately," he drawled. "She's fine. Relax."

Carefully I sunk back onto my pillows, pretty much exhausted.

"So, what happened?" He asked slowly. I gave him the story of how Professor Quirrel turned out to have the Dark Lord on the back of his head, how he was after the Philosophers Stone, and how he threatened Harry and me. I left out Harry's ability to dissolve Professor Quirrel with his hands though. He seemed impressed, but didn't say anything. I nudged him playfully.

"What?" I asked in mock amazement. "No 'Oh, it's a shame he didn't kill Harry'?" I teased. Draco looked at me with a blank expression. I knew that meant I had struck a nerve, but before I could open my mouth to apologize, he spoke.

"I'm not my father." He said, his voice quiet. "I don't know where I am in this. I don't want to be on You-Know-Who's side, I don't want to be like my father, but if that's what will keep me alive, that's where I'll be. I'm not saying I would be on Harry's side, given a choice between them, that would be too far fetched." He smiled slightly, and lightened the mood. "Not that I wouldn't mind Harry out of the picture for a while, not necessarily permanently, but just so we could have some decent amount of time together without him getting all protective of his darling sister. Another excuse to have you over for the summer."

I smiled back at him, and sank deeper into the pillows and blankets on my bed, attempting (and failing) to stifle a yawn. Draco leaned over me.

"Go to sleep, Amy." He whispered softly. "I'll be here when you wake up." He kissed my forehead again, taking my hand and holding it. I fell asleep with a smile playing across my lips, the feeling of his silvery eyes on me.