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I wake up hearing his voice, piercing my calm sleep. The next thing that hits me is pain shooting from my chest. I gasp, and footsteps run closer, the noise thundering across my aching skull.
A slimy, thick fluid is poured down my throat, and once I choke it down the pain seems to wash out of me. I sigh in relief, opening my eyes, blinking the room into focus. Malfoy (Draco?) is by the door, wringing his hands, talking to Dumbledore.
"Please let me stay, just until he wakes up," he begs Dumbledore, "He'll back me up! And...I want to make sure he's okay." He mumbles the last part, and I feel the heat rising in my face.
"Why Mr. Malfoy, he's awake right now, so I feel your wash can be easily granted." Malfoy spins around, bright red, so he can see for himself. I grin at him, and he becomes very interested in his feet.
"Potter." He mutters, blaring at the floor, while I try not to laugh.
"Harry, Mr. Malfoy has told me quite a story about how you ended up bleeding in the girl's bathroom. Would you care to tell me your version?" Malfoy goes white, and I start praying that we think in similar ways.
"Okay, well I, um...slipped! Slipped...outside the bathroom, and Malfoy was, um, walking by, so...so...so he dragged me in to try and patch up my head, and I gave him a spell I thought might work. But clearly, it didn't." At least the last part's true. But evidently I told a different story than Malfoy, for he's shaking and looks ready to bolt. Dumbledore looks between us thoughtfull, before, surprisingly, turning to leave.
"Two very entertaining stories, you've given me much to think about, gentlemen." Once he leaves, Malfoy collapses into a chair.
"Waiting for me to wake up?" I venture, and he grows redder.
"Shut up, Potter, I could be expelled!" I shake my head.
"If he was going to, he wouldn't have left, Dumbledore doesn't require time to think. You're safe." He grins before seeming to remember himself, and mutters "Thanks, Potter," then turns to leave abruptly.
"Malfoy?" I hesitate, before saying quickly, "Think about my offer, will you? No one should be alone." He nods once, then effectively bolts. I don't know if I want him to accept. I don't know how I can handle Malfoy being on my side. Would we be...friends? What are we now? Accidents such as trolls in the dungeon and other near death events do tend to bring people together.
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