Warning: Fluff (not much of a warning, but oh well)

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter.

The point of view switches a bit in this chapter, so be warned.

I'm sorry I lied to you guys about the update. This chapter is for Owlrose since I told her/him I would update last week, and I didn't. I really did mean for this to be updated last Friday since I had most of it written out, but then I got super sick and couldn't even type the chapter up from my notebook. I hardly even ate for two days because I felt awful. Since I missed school, this week I had to stay after school and do makeup tests. On top of that, this week was exam week, and I had to study in my free time, meaning I'm typing this chapter up at 10 at night when I should be packing for vacation. Yay for procrastination! Enough of my babbling, here's the chapter.

Chapter 4: The Arsehead Potter

Harry's POV

In his anger with Draco, Harry forgot about the bond. After wandering for a bit, he found himself in the courtyard. Hedwig swooped down and landed in his lap, and began to nibble his chin, demanding attention. He stroked her feathers and contemplated the strangeness of one Draco Malfoy. Harry sighed and decided to return to the infirmary.

Suddenly Harry remembered what happens when he leaves Draco, and started to sprint towards the hospital room. As he approached the infirmary, he slowed down upon hearing nothing. Shouldn't Draco be screaming in agony? Had something happened to him?

Bursting into the room, Harry slid to a stop. The blonde boy looked dead. After a few seconds, Harry saw the slightest rise and fall of Draco's chest. Faint whimpers escaped his clenched jaw. When Harry approached Draco, and the beautiful silver eyes never saw him, he knew something terrible was wrong.

Harry brushed his fingers along Draco's clammy, pale cheek, weary of hurting the other, who was obviously in pain. Draco slightly flinched, but otherwise did not seem to be in even more in pain. Harry gulped when the Gryffindor realised he had done this. He sat on the bed and pulled the blonde to his side, but still Draco did not seem to notice him. The Slytherin's eyes darted everywhere but did not focus on anything.

"Madam Pomphrey!" Harry croaked. Swallowing, Harry tried again. "Madam Pomphrey!" he cried louder.

A few seconds passed, and the mediwitch bustled into the room. "Yes, Harry dea... What has happened to Mr. Malfoy?" she demanded as her wand went flying about trying to find a diagnosis for the blonde.

"I...I don't know. I got angry at him an left. I forgot about the...thing. I feel so terrible," Harry said dejectedly.

"Oh, Harry, I don't know what to tell you. Just sit with him until he calms down while I try and figure out what's happening to him," Poppy instructed.

"Yes ma'am," Harry responded. He laid back on the bed, gently settling Draco next to him. He cushioned the other's head on the pillows and pulled the blankets over the both of them.

Draco began to calm down. His eyes finally closed and his breathing returned to normal, and he drifted to sleep. THe blonde started and then sighed while snuggling into Harry. Harry simply stared, but then slowly wrapped his arms and around the slight Slytherin.

Draco's POV

Draco woke again to find himself cuddled to something warm, but this time he had a likely suspicion as to what it was. He blinked open his eyes to discover if he was right but he could not see. In his panic, he scrambled around on the bed, but all he could manage to do was wake up a grumpy Potter.

"Merlin, Malfoy. What was that about? It better be good, what withe elbow in my stomach."

"Potter! Where are you?" Draco asked, desperately whipping his head back and fro.

"What do you mean 'Where am I?' You're sitting on me!" Potter said, confused.

Draco scooted off Potter, but he fell of the bed, bringing the tangled sheets with him, He stared angrily at, hopefully, bloody Potter.

"Wait, can you see, Draco?" the Gryffindor asked.

Draco remembered what happened then: the pain and loss of sense. "No you arsehead, I can't see. Fix it, Potter!" the blonde demanded haughtily.

"Get back up here, Malfoy, and I'll call for Madam Pomphrey." Potter, thinking better this time, cast his patronus and ordered it to find the mediwitch for him.

"What was that thing, Potter? It made me feel happy."

"It was my patronus. I sent it to find Madam Pomphrey."

"What's a patronus?" Draco questioned.

"It keeps dementors away, and can also send messages. Quite useful, really," Potter explained while smiling cheekily.

The silver eyed boy lightly punched the laughing Gryffindor in what he thought was the arm. Potter easily caught the thin wrist, pulled him back on to the bed, and clasped their hands together. The blonde's brain felt frazzled at the unexpected contact. "Potter?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"What are you doing?"

"Holding hands."

"Yes, I know that." Draco spat. "What I meant to communicate to your thimble-sized brain was 'why?'"

"I dunno'. Just felt like it, I guess."

As the Slytherin prepared a retort in his cunning brain, the mediwitch promptly bustled in.

"Harry dear, what was that patronus for? Ah, it seems Mr. Malfoy has finally awoken."

"Erm, yes. He finally woke up. But something's wrong with him," Potter vaguely explained.

"Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the issue?" the stout witch questioned.

Draco could only blankly stare at where he thought she was. "I don't know what happened. After Potter left, which I presume to be yesterday, I fell into a fit of some sort. I lost my sense and became paralysed, and after having woken up today, I have regained all but my sight," Draco summarised.

"Hm, let me go and get Severus and see what he can discover. I have a inkling of what this might be. I will return shortly." Draco only meekly nodded before sinking into a light slumber. He felt utterly exhausted after the other day's events.

A/N: A bit shorter, but I'm too tired to type more. I thought you guys would rather want a short chapter than no chapter. I'm not going to make a promise when the next chapter is going to be updated, because I always seem to break my promises on updating. One person got my translation (Owlrose) Bye for now, mea amores!