Bright, golden sunlight poured into Harry's eyes. He squinted. Where am I? He put an arm up to block the sun. Now he recognized the sheets from the infirmary. His memory came flooding back.

He jolted upright and searched for Malfoy. He heard a soft laugh coming from the bed beside his. It was Malfoy.

"Potter, what did you do to yourself that made you sleep for two days?"

"Draco? You're alive?"

This time, Harry could cry.

Cry he did.

After a while, Harry heard Malfoy clearing his throat. "Yes, well, I'm glad you're glad I'm alive, but could you stop crying now? You're going to flood the infirmary and I don't think I'm in the right condition to swim."

Harry sniffled and wiped his face on his pillow. "I just... I dunno. How are you feeling?"

"Harry Potter, asking me how I'm feeling?" Malfoy asked incredulously. He took a hand and gave himself a conspicuous pinch.

"No, it appears I am, indeed, awake."

Harry gave him a serious look.

"I've been better. Still a little sore. I don't remember much, but they tell me you tried to curse me in the bathroom. I know better. I must have cursed myself so I didn't have to listen to you whimpering anymore after I defeated your feeble attempts to duel me."

Harry smiled. The sun was setting and the light that filtered through the windows gave the room a reddish tint. He could see Madam Pomfrey waving her wand at the candles to light them.

"What?" Malfoy asked.

"I think that's the most I've ever heard you say in one go," Harry responded.

"Oh, Merlin. Now I know I'm dreaming."

"Is it a nice dream?" Harry heard himself whisper.

Malfoy didn't answer. That was okay, because all that crying had exhausted Harry. He drifted back to sleep.

He heard rustling. He saw the moonlight splayed on the floor. Skin...

An arm wrapped around him. He was warm. He was safe.

He heard whimpering. Felt it in his mouth.

He heard murmuring. Felt it fall over him.

The morning sun creeped into the bed. Little by little, it turned the dimness of the dawn into the brilliance of the day. Harry woke slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw another pair, steel grey, staring back at him.

Harry clenched his eyes shut. Why would there be someone else's face so close to his? He stretched his toes; ten more greeted his. He shifted his knees; another pair met his, kneecap to kneecap. He spread his fingers and found them splayed against a bandaged chest; he became aware of an arm wrapping over his shoulder and another supporting his waist.

He ventured to open one eye.

That other pair was still there, watching him.

"Um?" he said in a small voice.

"Hm?"

"How?"

He felt a shrug.

"Why?"

"You were whimpering in your sleep. I couldn't just let you have bad dreams, and besides, you were keeping me awake."

"Oh."

Harry glanced down as he became aware of another pressing concern. Yep. They were both under the sheet. Yep. They were both naked.

"I, um..." Harry started.

"Yes?" Malfoy wiggled his hips.

"I really have to pee." Harry wriggled out of bed and sprinted for the bathroom.

When he returned to his bed, he found Malfoy stretched out on his back, making no attempt to hide his morning affliction. Ignoring this as best he could (it was cold outside the sheets!) Harry climbed back into the bed.

"Draco, can we talk?" he asked.

Draco pouted. "Oh, but we can have so much fun doing other things..."

"But–" Harry was cut off by Draco's lips pressing against his.

This is rather nice, Harry thought. But then he pushed Draco away. "Wait!"

"Well?" Draco's lips curved expectantly, reddened by the kiss.

It was at this point that Harry's willpower gave in. Harry leaned in and Draco took it from there. Draco may have been more experienced, but Harry made up for it in enthusiasm. He could feel himself hardening as their kisses became deeper. He felt Malfoy's erection brush against his thigh.

Harry rolled on top of Malfoy, continuing the passionate snog. Their now-throbbing cocks pressed together and Harry could've started whimpering again. He straddled Draco's body to allow room for a hand.

He broke away from the kiss and whispered, "Can I?"

Draco's answer was a resounding "yes" before taking the other boy's lip between his teeth.

At first, Harry's hand explored Draco's prick, feeling its differences from his own, and its similarities. The soft skin sliding over a hard shaft; the fold pulling back to reveal the sensitive head.

Then the hand took both pricks and held them together as Harry began to thrust against the boy beneath him. Draco pulled his lips back from Harry's and gasped at the sensation. He began to thrust back, matching his pace to Harry's.

The thrusting grew faster and harder. Harry felt a moan on his tongue and wasn't sure if it was his or Malfoy's; it didn't matter.

Draco said something, or tried to say something into Harry's mouth.

"What?"

"I–said–going–to–cum," Malfoy repeated. With a grunt, he thrust one last time into Harry's hand and released his load onto his own stomach and Harry's.

This drove Harry past the point of no return. He thrust his engorged cock onto Malfoy's slippery abdomen and came with a muffled "mmph!"

Harry collapsed onto Malfoy's chest, too relaxed and euphoric from the release to care about the mixture of cum that covered the blond's torso.

After a minute, Draco gently rolled Harry off of his chest so that they lie facing each other on the narrow bed.

"I told you so."