Someone was snoring. It wasn't a loud roar like Goyle, but it wasn't a wheezing like Zabini. It was a soft sound made in the back of the throat. And it was close.

Draco opened his eyes, but quickly shut them. The sun was too bright, too orange. It had to be around dinner time for it to have that warm glow. Draco attempted to open his eyes again. Slowly, one by one, they were open and staring at the ceiling of the infirmary.

The infirmary? Wait. Was he just sleeping? Draco stretched, and multiple pops and cracks sounded from his joints. He was sleeping, and had been for a while it seems. He sat up with a groan as he tried to remember what happened.

He was in the library… No, he had just gotten back to the common room from the library, and a whole horde of Gryffindors were there. Girl Weasley was all over Harry, and the voice…

Draco went cold. The voice. Where is it?

A groan next to Draco made him jump. There was a shapeless black blob on the bed next to him that was attached to the body that groaned.

"Harry?" Draco croaked. Harry quickly sat up and stared at Draco. His green eyes were wide and his open mouth had a spot of drool.

"You're awake!" Harry's smile stretched across his face.

"It seems so. You have a bit of drool on your cheek," Draco wiped at his own mouth to make sure he didn't have anything there.

"Oh, sorry. I was taking a nap. Madame Pomfrey said you'd be up sometime around dinner and it's…" he paused to check his watch, and looked up sheepish. "Dinner time."

Draco couldn't help but laugh. After he sobered, he asked, "So, how did I get here?"

Harry's smile slowly disappeared. He looked down to his hands and cleared his throat. He met Draco's eyes as he answered.

"You had a mental breakdown. When I got to your room to check on you after you left the common room, you were on your knees on the floor, staring straight ahead. You, uhm, you were crying, and when I called your name, you started screaming and sobbing and yelling 'no'. When you passed out, I carried you here so Madame Pomfrey could help."

"And then what happened?" Draco couldn't squash the little bud of hope that Madame Pomfrey got rid of the voice.

"You're malnourished and sleep deprived. You have to stay here until your weight and sleep schedule are under control."

"That's it?" Surely Potter would have told him if there was some Dark curse on him? "Nothing else?"

Potter gave him a confused look. "Is there something else?"

"Oh, good! You're awake!"

Draco's head whipped around to see Madame Pomfrey bustling towards him with two trays floating behind her. One looked like a dinner plate full to the brim with steak, potatoes, and vegetables with a glass of pumpkin juice and some buttered bread. It made Draco's mouth water, but his stomach became queasy after thinking about eating all of that. The next tray had multiple potions and a bowl of something that looked like soup.

"Here you are, Mr. Malfoy, and there you are, Mr. Potter," Pomfrey said as she placed the soup and potions in front of Draco, and the steak dinner next to Harry on the side table. "Now, how are you feeling? Better, I should think since you've been asleep for nearly four days."

"Four days?" Draco spluttered, and looked from Pomfrey to Potter. He was nodding, but he still looked confused and almost suspicious as he watched Draco.

"Yes, you came here Thursday night at 9:24 PM, and it is now 6:52 PM Monday. I have a few questions for you. Do you remember the last time you ate?"

Draco thought for a moment. He decided to be honest since there was no reason to lie. They all knew he hadn't eaten in a long, long time. "I had a piece of cheese on Wednesday," he said in a small voice.

"When was the last time you had a full meal?" Pomfrey asked softly.

Draco shook his head. "I don't remember. Before my parents… I suppose."

"That was in July, Draco," Harry said, his voice almost a whisper. Draco shrugged. He couldn't look at either of them.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"A couple weeks ago, I took a nap for maybe two hours, but I've always had trouble sleeping since sixth year," he watched Madame Pomfrey nod. She knew; he'd come to her for Dreamless Sleep before.

"So this is the first time you've been asleep until you naturally wake up?" Draco nodded at Potter, but couldn't face him. He couldn't bear to see what kind of emotions were floating in the green eyes.

Madame Pomfrey paused before asking the last question. "Do you remember what brought on your breakdown?"

Draco did remember. Those words the voice spoke never really got to him. They were repeated so many times Draco usually paid them no mind. But seeing Harry with her, then the voice saying there was no one but it…

"No," Draco said. The word came out dry and cracked, but Draco's eyes were filling. He blinked away the moisture, then looked up to Madame Pomfrey.

She looked disbelieving, and Draco thought she was going to call him on his lie, but she nodded and began to explain the potions.

"If you need me, or remember anything, you know where to find me." With a stern look towards Draco, Pomfrey went to her office.

Draco was very aware of the silence. He grabbed the spoon that sat next to his soup and stirred.

"Draco—"

"No. Don't," Draco knew where Harry was going with that tone, and he did not want to go there.

"Draco, you should really talk about it. I know something—"

"I said no, Potter. I don't want to talk about it," he said quietly as he brought the spoon to his lips and blew on the hot liquid.

"Something upset you, and—"

"Potter!" Draco yelled. He glared at Potter. "I said no! Now kindly shut up so I can eat."

Potter paused. He looked like he was about to argue, but must have thought better of it. "Fine. I just thought you'd learn your lesson, that's all." When Draco's glare turned questioning, he explained. "Look at yourself. With your height, you should be around 160 pounds. Granted, you've always been skinny, but you're barely above 100. That and you haven't had a good sleep in two years. You have kept all of it to yourself. Now, I don't know what set you off, but it pushed you over the edge, and if it had the power to do that, it can have the power to destroy you completely.

"You can't do it on your own, Draco. You tried, and you ended up in the Hospital Wing. You need help with whatever this is." Draco opened his mouth to argue that Harry couldn't help him with this, but Harry beat him. "And if help won't work, you need support. Point is you need someone. And I can be that someone."

Draco stared at Harry. He couldn't understand why the boy kept offering himself to Draco, kept trying to save him.

"Why do you care?" Draco blurted out before he could stop himself.

Harry stared at him for a long time, not saying anything. He fidgeted under Draco's gaze as a slow blush crept up his neck. Draco followed it with his eyes, and felt a blush of his own reach his cheeks.

"I don't know," Draco's eyes flashed up to Harry's. "I don't know why I care. All I do know is that I care about you, and I'll be damned if I ignore it because of the past. I want to help you."

Draco watched Harry for any sign that he might be lying. He was sitting straight up and still, no fidgeting whatsoever. His breath was calm, if not a little shaky. His green eyes never strayed from Draco's face.

Draco sighed. There was no getting away from him. The Gryffindor would follow him around just as he had been doing before Draco's fit. The man was stubborn, and as long as he thought Draco was suffering, he would be in Savior mode.

"You do realize what this means," Draco said to Harry. People will not welcome this new comradeship between the Hero of the Wizarding World and Draco.

"I know, and frankly, I don't care. I've done enough, and if I'm being honest, it was done reluctantly," Harry shrugged as he picked up his fork. "I'm going to do what I want now, and if people don't like it, oh well."

Draco frowned. How could Harry have such a blasé attitude about this? He's talking about the whole damn Wizard population. How could he not care?

An unsatisfied grunt came from beside him. Harry was frowning at his plate and swallowing the last of what he just ate. He noticed Draco looking and smiled sheepishly. Draco decided he really liked that smile, the way his lips quirked and how his eyes became a bit dewy as if he was embarrassed.

"The food's cold," Harry told him. Draco snorted, and reached for his wand. He was about to cast a warming charm on Harry's food when a yell stopped him. His wand flew out of his hand.

Harry jumped out of his seat. "Ron! What the hell, mate?"

Draco spun around to see the two Weasley's and Granger quickly walking towards him. Weasel's wand was out and trained on him. Granger's hand was on his shoulder trying to get him to lower his wand, and the Girl Weasley was observing, but staying very alert, although her eyes kept darting to Harry.

Draco subconsciously clenched his fists.

"He was about to curse you, Harry! You saw the little wand wave he did!"

"He was going to cast a warming charm, Ronald! If you ever paid any attention in class, you would know!" Granger yelled at her boyfriend. She was trying to get him to put his wand away now that it wasn't pointing at Draco. Draco rolled his eyes and ignored the argument as he looked for his wand.

He saw the tip sticking out from under the bed next to him. He eyed Harry, who had taken a protective stance near him, to make sure he wasn't paying Draco any mind. He pushed the tray away, carefully pulled away the covers, and slowly swung his legs over the side. Draco's movements were sluggish, and he was stiff from sleeping so long. Not to mention he was almost panting from such a simple movement.

He warily leaned forward to put weight on his legs, and watched as they shook. Sighing, he leaned back and took a deep breath before trying again. This time, his legs didn't shake. Smirking, he began pushing himself off the bed, but his arms didn't hold. He sucked in a breath as he watched the ground come up towards him.

Strong arms grabbed around Draco's waist before his face hit the ground. All the breath he had whooshed out of him as he was hoisted back up into his bed. He watched as Harry gently grabbed his legs and put them on the bed before throwing the blankets over them. He pushed the tray up to Draco, and after casting a warming charm, placed Draco's wand next to the bowl.

Draco looked into Harry's face. It was blank except for the angry blush that must have come up during his argument. The green eyes never once flashed to Draco's face before Harry turned around and started to walk away. Draco felt cold and called out.

"Where are you going?" His voice shook. He didn't want those Gryffindors taking Harry away.

"I'll be right back," Harry threw over his shoulder. He spun around and started walking backwards as he looked at Draco. "Stay right there. Eat." He turned back around and followed the Gryffindors out of the Infirmary.

"I am not a dog, Potter!" Draco yelled, but reached for the spoon. He brought the spoon to his lips.

Hello, darling.

Author Note: Okay, I'm going to be honest. I kind of hated myself for doing this. As I wrote that last little bit the voice said, I was just thinking, 'Oh. Shit.' Hope you enjoyed! Favorite and review!

Disclaimer: Yeah, no. Not mine.