The rest of the day was spent in bed–not idly, of course. The pair were utterly spent when they finally drifted off to sleep, snuggling for warmth and comfort.
It was Harry's turn to wake up first. His mind was foggy as he began to surface into consciousness, but sharpened when he heard whimpering. He opened his eyes and found Draco curled against his side, shifting restlessly and making noises of pain.
"Draco?" Harry gently shook him. "Draco. Wake up."
He woke with a gasp. Harry gently rubbed his back and waited for him to calm down.
"You okay?"
"No."
Harry stroked his hair softly. "What's wrong?"
Draco sighed. It was too early in the morning for this.
"You don't have to tell me. It's okay. I'm here."
He shook his head. "No, I need to talk about it. I tried telling you before. In the infirmary. About my parents. Voldemort is keeping them hostage."
"But I thought..." Harry paused. "I mean, isn't your dad a Death Eater."
"Yes. But he's worth more as a hostage now."
"Why?"
"Because..." Draco stopped. He could feel tears forming, but he cleared his throat and ignored them.
"Voldemort gave me a task. If I don't do it, he'll... kill them."
"Oh, Draco," Harry said. He pulled him tight against his body as Draco's tears started to flow.
"I think–it has to do with the necklace."
"What does?"
Draco curled closer to Harry. "Well... it was supposed to go to Dumbledore, right?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know, really. That was just my guess. I needed an excuse to blame you."
Draco wiped angrily at his tears, to no avail. "I think you were right."
"Okay, but..."
"That's what he told me to do."
Harry froze. "What?"
"He told me to kill Dumbledore."
Harry sat up; Draco followed suit. "You told me you didn't remember anything about the necklace. I believed you."
"I didn't! I don't! But I told him–"
"You made it sound like you knew nothing about it."
"I'm sorry, Harry–"
"You've been trying to kill Dumbledore all year and you didn't think to tell me? Even when we..." Harry's face flamed.
"No, Harry, I didn't, I said–"
"I don't care." Harry stood up and began roughly putting his clothes on.
"Harry, please." Draco sat on the bed, tears flowing freely. "I didn't–"
"Shut up! I thought–I really thought you were being honest with me." Harry swallowed hard. "I trusted you."
"I didn't lie to you," Draco whispered.
Harry clenched his jaw and gave him a cold look. Without another word, he swept from the room and slammed the door behind him.
Draco hugged himself tightly and stared at the door, willing it to open up again. His tears silently traced lines down his cheeks.
"I said I wouldn't."