Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 11

Harry slept most of the night, but awoke early again, hallucinating it seemed once more. He moved over and climbed on top of Draco's lap. He pressed his hot lips to Draco's forehead to wake him up. He smiled at him kindly. "I never stopped loving you." He said quietly. "Even after all this...even though you don't remember it...I still love you." He pressed his forehead against Draco's. "Please remember soon. I need you."

Draco stirred and looked up at Harry. Love! Hahaha...no. Potter didn't love him. More hallucinations. Yeah. But why did he get this warm fuzzy feeling hearing Harry say that? He hated Harry! "Alright, back in bed you!" He pushed the guy off him, and back into bed.

But before Draco could get away with leaving Harry in the bed alone, Harry's hand flew out and grabbed the back of Draco's head. He pulled him down so their lips crashed together. Harry's hot and needy. But he released him still and fell back. "Love you..." He murmured before letting his eyes close. Then they opened again. "Is there anything to eat?"

Draco handed Harry the potion. "Drink this...I'll go make you some soup or something..." His hand was shaking, but why. It was just a kiss, just harry trying to get to him. Right?

Harry did as he was told and propped his pillows up. He was half dozing when Draco returned. Sirius was stretched out on his back on Harry's legs. But he rolled over as Draco came back and gave a bark, followed by a whimper. He needed to go out.

Soup. Yeah right. Somehow he survived, and let the bowl cool a bit before bringing it up to Harry. "Please tell me you can feed yourself..." He glanced at Sirius and sighed.

"I'm fine." He coughed. "Just got a bit of a cough." He looked up at Draco and frowned, he gave the bowl a cautious look. "What did you make and what's with that look?" The medicine was working. It brought down his fever enough to where he seemed semi-normal.

"It's chicken noodle soup. It came from a can in the cupboard. And might I add, can openers are the worst invention. Ever. And no, I didn't poison it." He was glad to have Harry back to normal. Mostly. "Just eat, I'll be back." And with another sigh he scooped Sirius up and took him downstairs, and outside.

Harry watched him leave and slowly ate the soup. It didn't TASTE like it was poisoned...

Sirius hobbled around happily in the snow. Pausing to use the bathroom and then mark trees before finally giving a weak chase after Olivia. He barked happily. However, without his collar and leash on yet, he was very nearly taken by a couple of kids who scooped him up.

Draco however, was paying attention, and after throwing some well placed threats their way, they scurried off, and Draco scooped Sirius into his arms. "Bloody Muggles." He muttered, bringing Sirius back inside now his business was done. Now back to Potter, this was becoming a pain in the butt, he couldn't wait for Harry to get better, so they could go back to hating each other.

Harry looked up at him sleepily, having finished the soup. "...Why're you being nice to me?" he asked with a yawn. He was snuggling back into the pillow, but forced his eyes to stay open and trained on Draco.

"Because who would I fight with if you were dead?" He took the bowl and helped Sirius back onto the bed. "Get some rest."

"Doesn't explain anything." He grumbled, but then he fell asleep. He talked in his sleep. Mumbling Draco's name and whimpering as his fever continued. But after another day it finally broke. He was still weak but he climbed out of the bed, covered the sleeping Draco up and stripped the bed. He tossed the sweaty sheets into the laundry room and flicked his wand at them, making them clean themselves. Then he went up and showered. He felt a bit better now. Weak and light headed, but better. He put the collar on Sirius that Draco had bought him and went back to work in his room.

The instant Draco heard the first sounds of Harry working, he jumped to his feet. Was the guy really that stupid? He ran to the room and pulled Potter out and into the hall. "Don't you even think about it! Is stupidity normal for you Potter?" He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, concern clear on his face. "You need to rest."

Harry blinked up at him and shook his head. "I'm fine now. Look." He took Draco's hand and pressed it onto his forehead. "See? Cool to the touch. I'm just a little tired. But I'm almost finished with the bedroom."

"I don't care!" Draco exclaimed, looking at Harry. "Just because you feel better right now, doesn't mean you are better. Give it a day or two..." He wouldn't argue about this.

Harry was a bit taken aback. "You know, I don't get you. First you are out for blood, then you treat me like crap, now suddenly you're being nice to me? Why? I tried the whole being nice thing to you. And the friendship, and you basically turned me into THIS! So why now?"

"That's part of my charm, you'll never understand me." He smirked slightly, and then sighed. "Look Potter, I'm stuck in this bloody house, and you're my only company besides a cat and a dog. Talking to animals makes one crazy, talking to you just means I'm desperate." And again, the smirk.

"Ah, I'd prefer you to be crazy." He turned to go into the room again. "The sooner I get this done the sooner you get your room back."

Draco grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, forcing him against the wall. "I thought I told you, you're not going back there." He hissed, moving his lips very close to Harry's ear.

Harry's lips parted in a gasp and he froze. Pleasant little shivers ran through him, though he couldn't understand why. He hated Draco, for turning him into...something else. And yet his body wanted nothing more than to relax into Draco's arms. That thought alone sent fear through him. He felt it coming on again. The strange thing that took over when he was near Draco. The side that wanted to taste and tease him. "And how will you stop me? Keep your body pressed firmly against mine right here?"

Draco's smirk never faded, even as he realized he didn't mind being like this, this close to Potter. "You're going to rest, I'm going to finish the room." He didn't realize how ridiculous that sounded, Draco Malfoy...do actual physical work? But he pulled Potter back into the bedroom Harry had given him, clearly he was determined to do this.

"But-yipe!" He nearly tripped at the sudden pull. Harry blinked at him. He couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "You...You're going to...?" He was a little worried as to what Draco would do to it. The guy liked fancy things. What if he decided to...improve on it?

"Yes. I'm going to fix it, and you're going to rest, and you're going to stay away from that room until I'm done." He looked at Harry carefully, this was no joke. This couldn't be too hard.

Harry stared at him and sighed. "Alright. Alright." He was too weak to argue with him, and had no strength to put up a fight. Much less keep swinging a hammer. He remade the bed with new sheets real quick and climbed into bed. He lay back against the pillows. "I'm resting."

"Good." He glanced at the two pets. "You two make sure he stays here." And with that he slipped away, back to the room that had been Harry's focus since they got here. He locked the door, at least this way he'd know if Harry tried to get in, and then he got to work, first looking over at what had already been done, getting an idea of what to do next.

Harry half dozed. In and out a bit. Then around lunch he finally opened his eyes and stretched. He looked at his two body guards. "I'm hungry." He told them. And they looked at him like he was an idiot. He chuckled and picked up Sirius. "Come on. Lets go get some lunch. I promise, I'll go right back to bed afterwards." He struggled a bit but finally got his legs out from under Olivia. He then went downstairs. He made turkey sandwiches for him and Draco, and fed both animals. But now they needed to go outside. Harry looked up the stairs to where Draco would be, working on the bedroom. Then back at the animals. "We'll make it quick." He said, then he bundled himself up. Thick pants, thick coat. Scarf and a wool knit hat and gloves. He put the leash on Sirius and took them outside. They were only out for a minute or two. Harry kept his nose and mouth covered by the scarf. He came back in and carried Draco's tray upstairs...still dressed for the outside. He tried the door and found it was locked. He thought about opening it magically but...Draco might get angry, so he knocked instead.

Following the knock came another bang, followed by a string of very foul words, and the the sound of the hammer hitting the ground. Draco moved to the door, Potter better have a good reason for bugging him. He opened the door and poked his head out, carefully hiding the hand that was wrapped in a bandage. Apparently he was clumsy when it came to tools, and nails...and wood.

Harry gave him a shocked look under the scarf, which meant it was only in the eyes. "Mmm nmnm?" He muffled out, he was starting to create a tiny puddle. He reached up and pulled his scarf down a bit. "You okay?" He asked again. Then held up the tray. "Brought you some lunch."

He grabbed the plate instinctively with both hands. "Yeah, I'm fine." There was the slightest bit of pain in his tone, but he was really alright. "You should go get changed..." roasting to death wasn't going to help either.

"Yeah yeah." He pulled his hat off and shook some of the snow out of it. "I'm going." He went back into Draco's bedroom, pulling off the jacket and scarf. He shivered a bit, and quickly kicked off his wet shoes and socks before undoing his pants.

He grabbed the plate and returned to the room. His hand was starting to bleed through the bandages, and he sighed. First he slices himself open, then, once he thought he was better, he goes ahead and hits himself with a hammer, this wasn't his day. But he was making progress...slowly. He took a seat of the ground, and began to eat.

Warm and fed, Harry fell asleep again. But now he finally had dreams. Strange dreams. He dreamnt he was on the train with Draco. But...the whole conversation and the way it all happened..was different. In it Harry was tired...no...exhausted. And Draco looked as if he had been living on the streets. They talked. Harry and him passed Firewhiskey back and forth. They became friends. And then...Draco went to Drumstrang. And Harry was left to wallow in his despair. He awoke with a start, gasping quietly.