Harry woke up and took his time to Analize his surroundings. The hospital wing. He groaned and tried to sit up but it was as if his body was spelled to the bed.

He remembered what happened when he'd caught the snitch. Yes! He'd caught the snitch. In your face Malfoy. He grinned for a short while and frowned. "Malfoy?" the name triggered something. A memory? A dream? Yes it's got to be a dream because there's no way Malfoy would tell him he cared for him and there is absolutely no way he even cared.

Instinctively, he reached across his forehead and felt a tingling there. "that's just my imagination" he mumbled, but then his whole face, at least the part that dream Malfoy touched, started tingling too "what the-" he reached into his hair and felt moisture. No,it could be sweat, water from a wet napkin or just moisture from the room. Or it could be tears from Malfoy's eyes. That subdued him and he sunk further into the mattress. He recalled the dream vividly, like it was real but it wasn't He felt the spell around him loosen and sighed. Not long after, Dobby came in with all his tears and sneezing and confessions. Jeez, what did he do to deserve that elf?

He only had enough time after Dobby had done the signature disappearing stunt to jump into bed just as Dumbledore, Madam Pomphrey and Mcgonagall brought in a seemingly dead Collin Creevey. His fears were alienated when Dumbledore had said that he'd only been petrified. Somehow, he was glad the boy was unconscious. There's nothing worse than waking up in a hospital bed with the flash of a camera in your face.

The year so far hadn't been all that great for him and he feared that Dobby was right to have thought that terrible things were about to happen and now, Dumbledore was saying that the school was no longer safe and the chamber of secrets has been opened again. Again. Which means it's been opened before.

His thoughts were drawn back to the blond-haired boy again and the last thing he saw before going to bed was the silvery eyes of Draco Malfoy.

-X-

The next day he was released from the hospital and he was glad that at least his bones would be going back to sat down with his friends to eat lunch as a couple of them welcomed him with happy cheers. Hermione seemed to be explaining something complex to Ron and he smiled. He looked up and saw Malfoy staring at him. Their eyes met and held for a while before Malfoy looked down at his plate and resumed eating.
"I see Potter's finally awake from his beauty sleep" Draco taunted after lunch when they met in the hallway on their way to potions.
"Yes, and I feel relaxed. Are you constipated? No? Jeez you need some of that beauty sleep and maybe, ,just maybe, you'll be able to catch the snitch next time around." Harry replied and the Gryffindors behind him "oohed". He left Malfoy standing there, surprised and- and hurt? No, that can't be. He refused to turn around and look back at him. God, he felt terrible and that did his head in. He knew he had to face his fears, as well as confusion about Malfoy.
So what if Malfoy loved him, which he didn't, what then? Nothing., was the automatic answer.
-X-

Snape paired them when lessons begun, much to Harry's horror. That evil man seemed to know exactly when they were at odds. Malfoy remained in his seat at the back of the class so Harry stood up from his and moved towards him. Ron gave him a sympathetic look and Harry figured Malfoy was going to make his life miserable for what he said to him earlier. He sat down stiffly and Snape waved his wand across the board to reveal the assignments. They were to brew a sleeping draught. Harry stared at the cauldron, then at Malfoy, who was yet to say anything or crink his nose like he always does " I'll read the steps and arrange the ingredients so you'll brew the potion." Harry offered.

"i don't need a book to tell me how to brew a sleeping draft"

"so what do we do first?"

" gather the ingredients and sort them with 4 sprigs of Lavendar, standard ingredient, flobberworm mucus and 4 valerian springs. We'll add them I that order. Don't worry, I'll do the brewing" Malfoy said softly. -Not at all like he normally does-

"Okay" Harry said. They worked in silence for a long time with Malfoy doing most of the work .Everyone, including Harry, was surprised. He kept stealing glances at the other boy and be didn't even snap at him like he normally did. They finished their potion in record time. Malfoy bottled it and took it to Snape for marking. The man stared at him strangely but said nothing. He returned to his seat and put his head on the table. Harry kept staring at him, openly now, with a worried expression on his face. He didn't want to be responsible for this new Malfoy but he knew he was.

If he thought he hated Malfoy when he was being a sharp pain in the ass, he hated this new person more, and he hated himself for the role he played in making it happen.

The class ended, and Malfoy left without a word. Harry hoped Malfoy would get over his mood soon.

That didn't happen.

As he sat at the table two weeks later, smiling and hoping not to be talked to, he looked up and saw Malfoy with a little frown on his face. He didn't stop smiling- he couldn't stop.

News of Hermione being petrifies got to them fast enough as Harry made his way with his Gryffindor teammates to the Quiddich field for practice. They rushed to the hospital to visit Hermione. With nothing to say he left the hospital and after McGonagall's long list of rules, headed for the quiddich field.

It was already dark. How had time gone by so fast and how had a relatively bright day turned so gloomy?