Previously

His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing and every time he winced, he thought about what could have happened if Harry Potter had accepted his hand in friendship before the sorting in first year…

Draco could hear whispering above him, and by the sounds of things the whispers were about him. His head was throbbing slightly but apart from that he felt completely fine, he found this a bit odd since, if he could remember rightly, the last thing that had happened to him was that Potter had attacked him with unknown dark magic; unknown dark magic that had caused an invisible knife to slash through his clothing and flesh, scarring his pale complexion.

The whispers got louder and Draco couldn't help but listen in. There were two voices, a female and male by the sounds of it, they were familiar voices but not something that he could place immediately.

"But what if he doesn't wake up?"

Draco groaned inwardly at the concerned female voice, it sounded exactly like something Pansy would say. Even though he did occasionally enjoy the attention from her, he didn't want her to come rushing back to him just because he got hit by a dark spell whilst he was crying in the bathroom about a task the Dark Lord had forced upon him. Just when he thought that he was getting rid of her and that she was moving onto Blaise, she comes running back the second he gets into a spot of trouble and ends up in the hospital wing.

"Stop worrying, he will wake up. It was only a little fall."

Draco scowled slightly, wanting to open his eyes but sleep still overcoming him; his tired eyes refusing to open and reveal the two people beside his bed. What did they mean by little fall? He had been attacked with dark magic that had very nearly killed him if Snape hadn't turned up.

"Little fall? He could've died!"

Despite her annoying concern for him, this female did speak sense. He had nearly died.

"He only fell off a broom Hermione."

Draco felt the blood drain from his head and he began to feel dizzy. There was only one person in the whole school called Hermione and she was not supposed to sound concerned for him. She was a mudblood, a Gryffindor mudblood which made things even worse. She wasn't even supposed to talk to him or even stand anywhere near him, yet according to the voices around him, she was stood directly at the foot of his bed.

He willed his eyes to open and slowly the lids cracked apart. His vision was blurry from where he was still tired and the bright light that erupted from the windows surrounding the room didn't help his eyesight at all.

Finally he briefly made out two figures at the foot of his bed; they seemed to be bickering about something which gave Draco a headache.

"Harry, all I'm saying is that if he hasn't woken up yet, he might never wake up."

Draco nearly fell out of bed from the females words, did she just say Harry? But if that was Harry and he had called his friend Hermione. That must mean?

Oh shit.

He could finally make out what they looked like and nearly fell out of bed at the mass of bushy brown hair that belonged to the female in front of him, she was waving her arms around but that didn't stop him from seeing the flash of gold and red on her Gryffindor tie, her voice was still stern as she lectured the other boy beside her. Draco had to pinch himself slightly to make sure he wasn't dreaming as he spotted the boy's messy black hair and rounded glasses, he had a broom draped over his shoulder which was something that the female was also lecturing him about;

"You shouldn't be waving that thing around, what it you hit someone…?"

"Hermione cut it out for one minute would you? I'm kind of more worried about Draco than about hitting someone in the face,"

"But…"

"Hermione," the boy shook his head to silence her but Draco was more interested, or surprised, about the way the boy had so casually said that he was worried about him.

It was without a doubt that the two pupils in front of him were wonder-boy Harry Potter and his muggleborn friend Hermione Granger, the thing that was bugging him though was why they were there, they were supposed to hate him.

Draco decided the only way he would find out why they were there would be to wake up, he probably didn't even have his eyes open and it was probably all some concussion enhanced dream that made Granger and Potter feel friendship towards him. If he pinched himself now he probably wouldn't even feel it because he was dreaming, not that he would pinch himself because that would ruin his flawless complexion.

He jammed his eyes closed before opening them again. Nope, the two Gryffindor's were still stood in front of him. He repeated it.

Still there.

He was just doing the same thing for about the fifth time when Granger's head spun around and looked right into his wide eyes, her mouth hung open and grabbed Potter's arm, the Gryffindor's stared at Draco in complete and utter shock before Granger launched over to him and threw her arms around him, tackling him down onto the mattress as she hugged him.

Draco didn't know what to do so just sat there, not knowing whether to push her off or hug her back.

What are you talking about you idiot? Push her off! She's mudblood Granger!

Draco blinked a few times as the words ran through his mind before he lifted his arms, with great difficulty since Granger had pushed them down to either side of his body, and gave her a harsh shove on her shoulders. She lost her balance and toppled backwards, Potter latching under the crooks of her armpits before she collapsed completely.

"What are you doing?" Draco growled in outrage, his eyes flashing dangerously. He watched as Potter helped Granger to her original position, the pair of them blinking in apparent confusion. Then Granger reached forward to touch his arm, he flinched and pulled away, confused and surprised by the pairs sudden closeness to him.

Granger gasped slightly when Draco flinched away; then she turned to a gaping Potter.

"Harry, you don't think the fall gave him concussion? Or worse, made him lose his memory all together?"

Draco lay still in shock as Potter leaned forward so that their faces were nearly touching, then he waved a hand in front of Draco's face and spoke in a slow voice.

"Do you know who I am?" he droned and Draco had the sudden urge to throw a hex Potter's way that would make him speak like that permanently, that would be something he could laugh about whenever he heard him speak.

Draco pushed Potter's face away, wiping his hands on his bed sheets once it had been removed from the Gryffindor's face, he did not need Gryffindor germs all over his perfect pureblood skin. He began to wonder if his stupid thought from yesterday 'what would have happened if Potter had accepted his hand in friendship during their first year' was just a spur of the moment because he had been emotional. Seeing how weird Potter and Granger were acting today was not something he would want to be associated with every day for seven years.

Potter and Granger looked at each other with the same shocked look on their faces, then they both turned their faces to Draco how shuffled further back on the bed, afraid of their fixed stares. He ran his eyes up and down their bodies, perhaps Pansy and Blaise had stolen some Polyjuice Potion from Slughorn's supply and were playing a really nasty trick on him, he shook that thought from his head, Pansy and Blaise liked a laugh but they wouldn't even go close enough to the pair of Gryffindors to get some of their DNA to add to the Potion.

That was when Draco noticed the clothes they were bearing, it wasn't something he had thought of looking at before, since Potter was clearing wearing a Quidditch uniform and Granger her school robes. But it wasn't the type of clothes they were wearing, Granger's were exactly the same as her everyday Gryffindor robes, it was the colour of Potter's Quidditch uniform, since when did Gryffindors wear green robes with silver piping? They didn't, that's when.

"Been stealing uniforms off Slytherins for your friend Weasley have you, Potter?" Draco sneered. "In case you didn't realise, us singing Weasley is our King wasn't because we wanted him to join our side, it's because he's bloody rubbish."

Potter scowled, peering down at his green robes. "What are you talking about Draco, these are my Quidditch robes? And why would I take uniforms for that scummy little rodent."

Draco choked on the words that he was about to spurt, he didn't know whether he should be more surprised by the fact that Potter said the Slytherin robes were his or about the fact that he just called Weasley a 'scummy little rodent'? He decided to turn to Granger for support but was equally as shocked to witness the look of distaste on her face proving that she clearly agreed with Potter's statement.

He was just about to say something when Madame Pomfrey glided down the stairs to her office and into the wing, when she saw that Draco was awake she smiled and walked over to the trio.

"Ah Mr Malfoy, you're awake, okay, you can go now."

Draco flung his legs over the side of the bed, ready to leave the crazy pair of Gryffindor's, but was stopped as a hand placed on his shoulder.

"But Madame Pomfrey…"

Draco looked up at whose hand was on his shoulder and pushed it off when he realised it was Granger's.

"Yes Miss Granger?" Madame Pomfrey said impatiently, Draco was beginning to agree with her tone, he just wanted to get away from these madmen.

"I don't think Draco is fit to leave the hospital wing, he…"

"Just leave it Hermione," Potter interrupted. "Thanks for looking after him Madame Pomfrey,"

"Not at all Mr Potter, it was quite a nasty fall he had, now you three run along or you'll be late for dinner,"

Granger and Potter nodded as the older witch returned to her office, Draco stood up and brushed the crinkles from his clothes, which seemed to be the same Slytherin Quidditch uniform Potter was dressed in. He frowned.

"Are you sure you didn't steal the uniform Potter, it's a pretty anti-Gryffindor thing to do?"

"What are you going on about Draco; of course I didn't steal the uniform? And why do you keep calling me Potter?"

"Because that's your name, you should just be happy I call you that since I could think of many other names for you and Granger,"

"And why do you keep calling me Granger?"

"Would you rather I'd call you mudblood?" he drawled, expecting the usual reaction of Granger huffing and turning away, what he saw wasn't what he was used to though.

Granger's face fell and her eyes began to tear, Draco mentally kicked himself, he didn't mean to make her cry.

"What did you just call her?" Potter said, giving Draco and harsh shove backwards into the metal frames of the bed. "What are you playing at mate? First you call us by our last names and then you call Hermione… that word."

Draco scoffed. "I was only joking,"

Potter looked as if he was about to explode whilst Granger just sat down on the adjacent bed, breathing heavily as if she was hyperventilating.

"You were only joking were you, about that? You of all people should know that's not something you should joke about! Remember the incident with Montague in third year."

Draco's eyebrows burrowed together, what incident?

"I mean for Merlin's sake Draco, you're supposed to be our best friend?"

Wait what!? What did Potter just say? That the three of them were best friends, no way would that ever happen. They were best friends with Weasley so what happened to him? Weasley and Potter met on the train to Hogwarts so the only way they wouldn't be friends would be if…

Draco's eyes widened as he remembered what exactly happened when he arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry five years ago, he was waiting for McGonagall and asked Potter to be his friend, he only did it because Potter was famous. Fame meant popularity and even though Draco knew he would already have that in the bag with his surname, he still wanted to make sure it would actually happen. But Potter had to go and ruin everything by turning down his hand in friendship and becoming best pals with that giant ape Weasley and then later, brain box Granger. There was no way he would actually be friends with Potter unless… unless he had accepted his hand in friendship all those years ago.

"No way," he muttered to himself, the wish he had made yesterday, the thought about what would have happened if Potter had accepted to be his friend, there was no way it could have become true overnight?

But it all added together, if Potter, Harry, had accepted his friendship then he would most likely be in Slytherin, hence the matching green Quidditch robes. They would be close friends by now, Harry replacing where Blaise had been for the past five years.

But what about Granger? She was still in Gryffindor, that was made obvious by not only her uniform but also her blood status, so why was she friends with two Slytherins? It just didn't make sense.

"Draco, are you going to say something or just stand there like a lemon?"

Stand there like a lemon? What did that mean? It must be some kind of stupid muggle saying?

He shook himself from his daze before turning to the two Gryffindors, well one Gryffindor and one Slytherin. He saw Granger still sobbing on the bed and gulped, he did feel kind of bad now that he thought about all the things that had shot through his mind just then. If he really was their best friend, then Granger's best friend had just called her the worst thing you could ever call a muggleborn. No wonder Potter had been so angry.

"I… I'm sorry… Granger," he choked out, she lifted her head and he saw that her eyes were rimmed with red from her tears.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," he corrected and watched as a smile began to grace her lips. She shook her head, still smiling.

"It's okay; I know you didn't mean it."

Wrong.

"I forgive you; it was obviously just a slip of the tongue."

Wrong again.

Potter glared. "Yeah alright, just don't do it again."

Right you are Potter, I am never going to use that word again.

Potter helped Hermione up as she wiped her eyes clean, Draco watched as Potter's eyes scanned him for a moment before he produced something from his pocket and handed it over to Hermione. It was a handkerchief. Draco wondered if that was usually his job since Potter looked at him before bringing it out.

"Let's just all go back to the common room before dinner, I'm sure the Slytherins won't mind if you come in with us Hermione."

Draco stood stunned at the thought of his fellow Slytherins being okay with mud… muggleborn… Granger being in their common room with them. He followed behind the pair obediently as Potter led Hermione out of the hospital wing as if she was the patient. Draco wondered in his head if a victim was the same as a patient because if it was Hermione was definitely the patient anyway, especially after the way he treated her.

He felt odd as he walked through the corridors flanked by Potter and Granger, when people looked at them he wanted to run and hide so that news didn't spread that he was hanging around with them, then he remembered that the trio had apparently been friends for five years so nobody would care if they saw the unlikely threesome together. When they finally escaped the torture and reached the Slytherin common room entry, the only dirty looks they had received had been from some fifth year Gryffindors, and the looks had been directed at Hermione. Draco began to feel for her slightly, it must be horrible being in a house with people who hated your best friends just because they were Slytherins. Talk about judging people. He thought Gryffindors were supposed to be the kind hearted, non-judging, valiant type who loved everyone except Slytherins.

Potter opened the door to a loud ruckus that reminded Draco that he was at least still in Slytherin and hadn't been put in Gryffindor instead just because he was friends with the famous Harry Potter, he didn't know what he would do if he woke up to find out he was in Gryffindor, being friends with one current and one previous lion was enough.

"Draco you're back!" a familiar voice cried and his face stretched into a huge grin when he same the bronzed skin of Blaise Zabini.

"We were so worried about you," came another female voice and his grin widened, if that was even possible, when he saw Pansy waving from the sofa where she was sat next to Daphne Greengrass, Granger had also joined her which he found really odd. Potter high fived Theodore Nott who produced a butterbeer from his pocket and handed it over.

Blaise flung his arm over Potter's shoulder. "We've decided to skip dinner tonight, stole a load of drinks from a couple of Gryffindor second years who were taking it up to their common room for that goof Weasley's birthday."

"Which one?" Theo chimed in which caused a roar of laughter, even Potter and Granger joined in which was very odd considering in another time they were his best friends.

"Not going to the caveman's party Hermione?"

"No, for some reason I wasn't invited," she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh don't worry Hermione, you can stay and party with us. Way more fun,"

"And don't I know it," she said, responding to Pansy with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

After about fifteen minutes of watching Potter laugh with Theo and Blaise and Granger gossip with Pansy and Daphne, Draco felt extremely weird hanging around with two people they were supposed to hate, he quickly mumbled something to Goyle about feeling really tired before marching up the stairs to his dormitory.

He yanked off his Quidditch kit and pulled on his emerald silk pyjamas before settling into bed, as he looked around the dorm he noticed there was an extra bed that was most likely for Potter, shuffling down further under the covers he could still hear the loud noise that was the gathering in the common room. Usually he would be right on in there, laughing with his mates, probably trying to get Blaise to ask out his latest date, but today that just didn't feel right.

His eyelids drifted down and soon all he could hear was the distant boom as someone started up some music, maybe everything was just some stupid dream he had come up with because the spell Potter had fired at him had made him delirious. Maybe.

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