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Chapter 15

Harry opened his eyes and sighed to himself. He just couldn't sleep. He cast a quick Tempus and read 2:00. The things Draco had said really bothered him and he couldn't understand why Draco seemed so repulsed to be with his other friends. He, of course, wanted to spend time with Draco but... Harry groaned. Why did life have to be so difficult? He pulled his blanket as such that it covered his entire body and forced himself to fall asleep. Harry twisted in his bed and opened his eyes because of the sunlight from the window. He sat up slowly and looked around him. There was no one there, his eyes widened as he realized they must be all in their first period class by now. He cursed under his breath, thinking, why the heck didn't Draco bother to wake him up?! What was happening to them? Were they no longer friends. He was fuming as he put on his robes when he realized that Draco's curtains were still closed. Draco hadn't gotten up either! He cursed himself for thinking Draco would do that to him. He was just so confused these days. He just didn't know what to do anymore. He pulled up his trousers and walked towards Draco's bed and tried opening the curtain but realized Draco had cast a locking spell on it. Harry sighed. Why did Draco have to be so damned stubborn?!

"Draco! Wake up!" Harry yelled. After about 10 seconds Draco emerged from his bed looking horrible. Harry's eyes widened.

"What's the matter?" he asked, concerned. Draco coughed. He touched Draco's forehead and was surprised at how hot it was. Draco had a fever! But he seemed fine the night before. Harry stood Draco up and half carried, half dragged the other boy to the Hospital Wing.

Madame Pomfrey's eyes widened when she saw the two of them walking towards her.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I don't know. He seemed fine last night and now this." Harry replied, breathless. Madame Pomfrey helped Draco to a bed and gave him some potion to drink. Harry was filled with worry.

"Is he gonna be alright?" Harry asked.

"Yes, he just developed a fever. Couldn't figure out why though." the healer replied. "But off you go to your classes, Mr. Potter, only Mr. Malfoy is excused for the day." she continued. Harry sighed and took one last look at Draco then walked towards his classroom. He didn't bother going to Potions because he figured he'd be too late anyway and so headed for Transfiguration.

Harry was slowly eating his lunch when Hermione approached him.

"You weren't in Potions this morning, is something the matter?" she asked him. Harry simply nodded.

"What happened?" she asked concerned. Harry sighed and looked at her with pleading eyes. He needed to talk to someone and he just couldn't talk there. He stood and motioned for her to follow. They sat in the library in complete silence. Hermione watched him, patiently waiting for him to speak.

"He's sick and angry at me." Harry blurted out. A look of confusion swept through the Ravenclaw's face.

"He said he's here for me but that he doesn't want to have to spend time with me if I'm with you guys and..." Harry said and began sobbing.

"Maybe he just isn't so comfortable with us. You need to understand him, Harry, you're also not comfortable with Zabini." She comforted him. He sighed.

"Alright, I'm just gonna go see him again." Harry said standing.

"How is he doing, Madame Pomfrey?" Harry inquired.

"He's doing better, he's over there." she replied, gesturing towards the bed on the far left. Harry walked towards him and found Draco sleeping. Harry sat down beside him and discreetly kissed his forehead.

"Get better, Draco, I love you." Harry whispered so softly no one would have heard it...except Draco who opened his eyes and smiled at Harry.

"I love you too." Draco replied. Harry had missed his best friend so much.

Little do the two boys know that those little "I love you"s are going to be more some day.

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