Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table in the great hall, eating his food. He stood up to leave, but found himself staring at Harry Potter. Draco had always liked the boy- ever since the first year. In fact, whenever it seemed like Draco was making fun of Harry, he was actually flirting. It was just quite hard for Harry to catch on, which was why he probably hadn't yet. If Harry did know, he didn't tell Draco. Harry was talking to a girl in Gryffindor, who had been cursed recently; Katie Bell. Draco felt a twinge of guilt, since he was the one who cursed her. He suddenly had a jolt of fear, jealousy, worry, and was suddenly feeling quite distressed. Then Harry saw him staring. Draco ran up to the boys bathroom on the second floor. He stood by the sink, facing the mirror, and splashed water on his face. Then, he began to cry. He thought of all the bad things that could happen to him, his fear of death, and all his anxiety found itself being directly on the surface of his brain. His quiet sobs filled the room. Then he heard footsteps behind him.

"I know what you did, Malfoy."

Draco pulled out his wand, and he and Harry started firing random spells at each other. Harry shouted "Sectumsempra!" and as Draco was hit with the spell, his life flashed before his eyes. He saw everything that had happened, and had a moment of regret before cuts opened all over his body and his head hit the floor, knocking him out.

Harry had fired the spell at Draco, and was hoping it had done something awful to him, like making his face on the back of his head, or remove both of his pinkie toes. Instead, when Harry peeked over the corner, he saw something extremely different. Draco was lying on his back, unconscious. Blood poured out of his chest and spilled onto the floor. Harry stood there and stared. He hadn't meant for this to happen, not at all. He'd liked Draco since third year, he didn't want to injure him. Although, Harry wasn't sure it was even an injury. Was Draco... dead?

Suddenly, Snape rushes into the room, and kneels beside Draco, casting a healing spell on him. Harry runs out of the bathroom in shock from what he just did.

The rumours eventually circulate, and it get's around that Draco will be in the hospital wing for the next few days. As soon as Harry hears this, he rushes to the wing. He sits on the edge of the hospital bed, silently praying that Draco will wake up. Harry covers his face with his hands and cries into them quietly. He can't believe he's done this, especially to a person he's always liked. As if on que, Draco slowly opens his eyes and adjusts to his new surroundings. "Pottah...? What are you doing here?" He says drowsily, barely lifting his head up before collapsing again. "Dra- Malfoy! Y-you're awake now!" Harry says, in a slightly more happy tone than what he was going for. "Whaddaya think...?" Draco says sarcastically, before groaning in pain and asking Harry, "Why am I in the hospital wing again?" Harry freezes up. He has to tell Draco the truth, but he just can't bring himself to.

"We were fighting in the bathroom. I cast a spell on you. At first, I- I thought you were dead. But then Snape came, and he cast some sort of healing spell, a-and he took you to the infirmary."

"Arrrghhh..."

"Um, yeah. That's all that happened."

"I'll get my revenge, Potter... raaaahhhh..." Draco says, before deciding that he's yet again tired, and going back to sleep. He curls into a comfortable sleeping position, and sighs as he drifts off. Harry laughs a little, then walks off to the Gryffindor common rooms. He gets anxiety before he goes to bed, and now with heavy guilt about what he's done, but is slightly reassured by the 'confused adorable amnesiac' side of Draco Malfoy.

Once Harry finally drifts off, he does indeed sleep well.

Harry soon awakens in the morning and goes off to visit Draco in the infirmary before breakfast in the great hall. When he get's there, Draco is sitting up. He has a large bandage over his chest, and he's eating toast and cereal on a tray. "Why are you here, Pottah?" Draco asks him, clearly not remembering anything that happened yesterday. "I wanted to say sorry. Do you remember anything I said yesterday?" Harry replied. "Oh, yeah. I remember now. Can't really remember it happening, what with all the blood loss and hitting my head on the floor." Draco said, leaning back onto his pillows. "Has anyone else visited you?" Harry asks Draco, wanting to know who gave Draco the small pile of gifts on the bedstand. "I dunno. Do I have amnesia?" Harry finds this a funny question, and replies with "I dunno, do you?"

"I'll say yes, though I can't quite remember what Madam Pomfrey told me..."

"Well, you should be out of the infirmary in a day or two, or as soon as you start to remember everything else."

"Yeah... It's funny I still remembered you."

Harry blushes slightly at this comment, even though he isn't sure whether he's had so many bad run-ins with Draco that it's been ingrained into his brain, or if Draco remembers him for the good run-ins. Or it could possibly just be because Harry visited him yesterday, but it makes him happy to know Draco remembered him. "Well, I have to get to the great hall for breakfast, Malfoy, so I guess I'll see you later." Harry waves, and walks out of the infirmary.

Harry joins his friends at the Gryffindor table and they begin chatting away at the most random things while Harry loads his plate full of food. "Say, Harry," Ron says, mouth full of food, "where were you this morning?" "Oh," says Harry, figuring he can tell at least half of the truth, "I was in the infirmary." Ron's eyes widen. "What happened? Are you sick? Don't breath on me-" Ron begins to ramble, but Hermione cuts him off. "He was obviously visiting someone, Ron."

"Who was it, Harry?" Ron asks, seemingly curious.

"Well..." Harry silently debates whether he should tell the truth or not. It always bugs him, when, in books, the character will lie pointlessly, so he decides to tell Ron and Hermione. "I cast a spell on Malfoy yesterday, it put him in the infirmary accidentally, I was visiting him because I felt sorry, I guess."

Ron looks shocked. "Well, I don't know what spell it was, but I'd say that bloke deserves it. He's been nothing but bloody rude to us since I can remember!"

Harry is slightly annoyed with this, but drops the conversation and eats his breakfast, while Ron and Hermione talk back and forth.