Harry woke up with a gasp. He felt a rush of panic as he could not make out at once where he was. But then his eyes adjusted to the moonlit room. This was the hostel in Boston - and he was not alone in here. From his bed nearest to the entrance he could see Martin splayed over the bed next to him. His blanket had nearly fully slipped onto the floor. In the back of the room Draco was hidden under a heap of blankets in the bottom bed of the bunk, only some hair was visible, nearly white in the moonlight. Thomas snored in the top.

Harry tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position when another wave of cramps hit him. He bit into his fist to muffle a cry and tried to locate his wheelchair. There it was, standing close to the other end of his bed, where he had possibly left it the other night. Moonlight reflected cold on the metal handrims. Harry pushed himself up and hissed through clenched teeth when the pain in his legs intensified. He dragged himself to the end of the bed and pulled the wheelchair closer, ramming the brakes in. As he transferred, his left leg ignited. Tears streamed down his face and blurred his vision as he fiddled with the brakes.

Harry jumped as warm hands gripped his. Through the tears he could make out a disheveled Draco, wearing nothing but shorts, kneeling in front of him. His grey eyes were wide with shock and concern.

"Harry! What is it?! Can… can I do anything?" he whispered. His pillow had left an imprint on his right cheek.

"…Get me out of here."

Draco did not need to be asked twice. He hurriedly removed the brakes and pushed Harry out of the room, closing the door silently behind them.

The neon lights in the corridor lit up and illuminated the concrete walls. Draco pushed Harry past several identical looking doors behind which other travelers slept, his naked feet slapping on the floor. When they arrived in the common area in front of the lifts Harry let out a cry of pain he felt unable to contain anymore and doubled over in the chair. Draco stopped at once and hastily crouched down in front of him.

"Harry?"

Harry drew in a ragged breath and sat up again, pressing the palm of his hands in his left thigh. His left leg was jittering up and down on the feet rest now, rocking the whole chair. Harry grunted but did not dare to speak, for everything he wanted to say would just come out as a cry.

Draco's eyes flew around the corridor as if searching for help. Then he jumped up again and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"Harry? Look at me!"

Harry forced himself to focus his eyes on him. Draco's were huge with fear but a determined edge grew around his mouth.

"Harry, can you see me breathing?"

Harry's eyes flickered towards his bare chest and back to his face.

Draco nodded in encouragement. "Ok, breathe with me, Harry." He gently pried away Harry's hands on his thigh. "Breathe!" he ordered when Harry gasped as Draco dug his fingers into the spasming muscle.

Harry tried to concentrate on Draco, locking his eyes with him as the blonde worked on massaging his leg without ever breaking eye contact. After half a minute he felt the blinding pain recede and be replaced by the sharp aching Draco's fingers inflicted. He drew an easier, although shaky breath and sagged in the chair. His leg had stopped moving up and down. Draco's fingers continued massaging his thigh until it felt as if Harry had no muscles or bones anywhere in his left leg. When Draco removed his hands, the pain was gone.

Draco slumped down on the floor, chest heaving. Harry dabbed sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his pajamas. Neither spoke until both had caught their breaths. The neon lights were buzzing above their heads.

"How do you feel?"

Harry changed position in his chair and sat up straighter. "Better. Tired" His voice sounded hoarse.

Draco smiled crookedly and checked his watch. "What a surprise at… 5 in the morning"

"Where have you learned to give massages like this?" Harry asked. Draco's treatment had not been less effective than what Harry's physical therapist did.

"In India. Theres was this guy-" He stopped when Harry grunted and grinned mischievously. "Oh yeah, he was very talented with his hands."

Harry rolled his eyes and managed something like a smile.

"Back to bed?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head. "Won't be very efficient. We have to be up in one hour anyway"

"So…" Draco began. "The sun will rise soon. What about going to the harbor and having some breakfast?"

"Sounds nice. I'd like to shower before, though. And we can't go like this. You are practically naked"

Draco smirked at him. "I had thought you'd like that" He jumped up and stretched, yawning. Harry found himself unable to look away. "OK, how about I sneak back into our room and get our things. We both have a shower and dress properly. If we hurry a little bit we can make it before sunrise"

"I like that", Harry said as he propelled himself towards their room, his eyes trained on Draco's arse in his shorts before him.