AN: Thank you Sevfan from the hexfiles for the final corrections

Wednesday, 7th August 1996, St Mungo's Inoculation Room

Because Draco and Harry wanted to leave as soon as possible, they had set the clock to seven instead of the usual seven-thirty. That way, the two of them would be able to take a shower before they left their room.

Draco, of course, would not let Harry get away with the hand job offer the brunet had made last night unfulfilled, so he asked Harry when he was about to enter the bathroom, "Won't you join me in the shower to give me the hand job you offered last night?"

"No! I'm sure that you can get off on your own quite alright," Harry said from the bed, tying the back of his gown closed.

"But, Harry, you promised!" Draco said in an accusing tone, pouting.

Seeing the spare thermometer on Draco's bedside table, Harry answered, "No, I didn't. I was only joking. But if you really need help to get off, you could always take one of the thermometers with you. I'm sure that they work splendid as a dildo." And with this, the brunet threw the spare thermometer towards Draco, who because of his Seeker reflexes caught it easily. "And, for all I know, those things may even have a vibrator function for how much they look like a sex toy," Harry added mockingly as Draco disappeared without another word into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Harry only laughed, thinking, I could get used to this playful banter. It is far better than the disputes we had in the past; besides, a pouting Malfoy is a nice sight. It makes me want to erase the pout from his face with a kiss, Harry thought, before he was startled when he realised what he had just thought.

As Harry had been plagued by images of Draco and him doing things ever since he had come out of his fever daze, it was not surprising that while Harry waited for his turn in the bathroom, he was plagued by images of Draco actually wanking in the shower or even using the thermometer the blond had taken inside with him to fuck himself. It was not helping him that the sound of the running water was all that reached his ears and that in his opinion the blond took far too long in there to only be showering.

Not knowing whether Malfoy was really fucking himself with the thermometer right now or not made Harry agitated enough to consider walking in there and having a look. That thought troubled him even more. He did not know where the sudden sexual interest in Draco came from. It was not like Harry had not realised after the disaster with Cho Chang that he was bi, or maybe even gay, as he had started to fantasise more about faceless males than females in the last month. However, why he suddenly felt drawn to the blond, Harry could not explain.

Maybe it was because during their stay here so far he had encountered a completely new side of the blond boy. Over were the nasty comments, insults and hexing in the hallways of Hogwarts. Instead, they were replaced by reading fairy tales, playing games and being taken care of in the Inoculation Room of St Mungo's. Besides, Harry could not say that before their stay, he had had the opportunity to see Draco naked. Least of all without all the negative memories of Draco present in the back of his mind, tainting the blond's good looks with his poor displays of character. But now both¯Malfoy's good looks and his pleasant character—were in front of him, making Draco very desirable.

But before Harry could make a Peeping Tom out of himself, the sound of the water luckily stopped. And some minutes later, Draco emerged dressed in a fresh gown, his white blond hair still wet, making it darker than usual.

Before Harry could embarrass himself by asking if Draco had actually wanked in there—or worse, asking if the blond had used the thermometer as a dildo—he quickly got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom to shower. Draco gratefully did not comment on his red face.

When Harry was finished with his turn in the bathroom, having ended up wanking in the end as his mind had constantly provided him with ideas what Draco could have been doing in the very same place Harry was currently standing in, showering only a short time before himself, it was time for his last temperature check. At least they hoped that it would be the last one, as they did not expect Harry having a second fever so long after the first one cleared. Still, with Harry Potter involved, it was better to not expect anything to be normal.

So, both of them were relieved when Harry's current body temperature was a normal "Thirty-six-point-nine centigrade," as the thermometer's voice announced. Because Draco knew that the final check-up could take some time, he advised Harry to at least eat some of the delivered breakfast. Even if both of them would prefer non-hospital food, it was better than being hungry for who knew how long.

In the end, the two of them left their room at St Mungo's Inoculation Ward dressed only in hospital gowns at eight-thirty on the seventh of August, only taking the temperature pamphlet with them.

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Outside, they only had to wait for two minutes in the small anteroom where they had first met seven days ago, before both of their Healers arrived to greet them.

"Good morning," said Healer Yorkins joyously. "I hope the two of you are feeling well." When the two of them nodded, he went on. "Good. If I please could have the temperature pamphlet."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Casting a quick spell to copy Draco's writings from the original one to a second pamphlet he had brought with him, the Healer set the original on fire to destroy any lingering of the infectious dragon pox it might have contained.

"If you would please follow me to the next room," Healer Anderson addressed the two boys, directing them to the room where they had left their clothing and wands for safekeeping. Inside, they now saw that the room also had another door which they had not noticed before.

Opening the door, Healer Anderson instructed them to please take off their gowns, so that he could burn them too. The door turned out to lead to a small room with four open shower stalls. When the boys had taken off their gowns, Healer Yorkins set them aflame.

Healer Anderson asked them to please clean themselves thoroughly and then apply the cream he was giving Draco just as thoroughly as the ones which contained the weakend dragon pox. Both the cream and the special shower products had disinfecting substances so that they would not risk infecting anyone outside with the highly infectious disease.

Afterwards, the two of them were free to dress themselves in their own clothes, which the Healers would retrieve from their respective safes. However, he added that it would be better for them to only put on their underwear as they would be going to the examination room afterwards, so they would need to soon undress again anyway.

As they could do nothing other than follow the instructions the Healers gave them, both of them entered the shower and began washing themselves, having turned their backs to each other. One awkward shared shower was enough for that week. But, in the end, they were forced to not only wash each other's back, which was not so bad, but also to rub in the cream.

Neither of them liked that Healer Anderson told them to apply the cream as thoroughly as the dragon pox creams. But before Draco and Harry could embarrass themselves with getting aroused while the other covered their cock in the cream¯their previous morning wanks could only prevent an erection up to a certain point¯the two realised at the same time that for the cream to be applied just as the other two, they did not necessarily need to follow the previous process to the letter. Instead of rubbing the cream into each other's skins, it would suffice if they covered each other's backs and do the rest of their bodies themselves.

It seems like spending nearly a week in isolation with a great lack of sleep has lowered our thinking capabilities, both of them thought, laughing about their own stupidity when Draco voiced their mutual conclusion. Though Harry would have liked to change their positions from last Thursday, he still preferred to not have Draco touching him down there again, as he had a feeling that this time his body would react in a highly unwanted way to Draco's touch. At least I only started fantasising about Draco after he applied the dragon pox creams, Harry thought.

When both of them were finished, they dressed in their underwear and stepped outside with their remaining belongings still in their respective baskets. In the hallway, Healers Yorkins and Anderson led the boys back to their previous examination rooms.

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Healer Yorkins started the follow-up examination with simply checking if the nutrition potion had done its job by checking Harry's current weight. He was pleased that in only a week Harry had gained a bit over two pounds. After casting the same standard spells and Muggle check-ups he had done the last time to gain information on Harry's current health, the embarrassing part of the examination began.

Even if Draco had taken his temperature only two hours ago, Healer Yorkins insisted on another check. For this, he asked Harry to remove his boxer shorts and then to lie down on his back on the examination couch with his legs spread open. After quickly lubricating the thermometer, with years of experience he inserted it swiftly into Harry's ass.

Should I be worried that I want Draco to be the one doing this instead? Harry asked himself. Somehow, he did not like that the Healer was taking his temperature in such an intimate way. Even if, at first, Harry had not liked that he was exposing himself to Draco every time the blond had to take his temperature, over the days Harry had gotten so used to it that he did not care anymore. At least I'm familiar with Draco's way of doing this. Being on my hands and knees is way less embarrassing and hurts less, even with the lube Yorkins uses, was what went through Harry's head while he waited for the measurement process to be finally finished.

Harry got a bit fearful when the female voice, which he had heard more often than he wanted in the last days, began the announcement of the temperature with "Thirty-seven". But to his relief it was not followed by a number over four, which would have gotten him and Draco right back to the Inoculation Room. Instead, it was only followed by "centigrade".

After this little fearful moment, the Healer took a sample of Harry's blood and asked Harry to give him a sample of his urine too, so that both could be analysed for any remaining dragon pox residue. Harry was only glad that the Healer at least had the courtesy to step out of the room for a minute to give Harry some privacy to get the required urine sample.

Then, he allowed Harry to get dressed in his normal clothes while he would go and test the samples.

As neither of the boys' samples showed any lingering traces of the dragon pox, they were both allowed to go home. The necessary Ministry paperwork would be signed and owled by their Healers to the Health Department.

Both boys said a short goodbye to the other when they reached the ground floor and went their separate ways. Draco walked towards the visitors' Floo while Harry walked towards the Apparation point to meet the twins.

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Even if the two of them had gotten along rather well during their stay at the Inoculation Ward, Harry still left St Mungo's with the feeling that Draco was concealing something important from him. The hickey-like wound on his neck especially seemed to not let go of Harry, though he did not know why it bothered him so much. He would have to wait until they returned to Hogwarts to try and ask the blond again. Besides, he could always try to break into Snape's office and steal some Veritaserum if he got desperate enough or ask Hermione to brew it for him. Although, the later option would involve too many questions asked, which Harry would prefer to not have to answer.

Though, Draco seemed interested enough in the Muggle fairy tales that I might get him to open up to me through them. Either way, next school year already seems to be promising, Harry thought, before he greeted the twins, who Healer Yorkins had been nice enough to Floo-call at their joke shop so that they could pick him up.

For now, I will simply look forward to the trip to Disneyland with Sirius, was Harry's last thought before George Apparated him to Grimmauld Place.

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Draco could not wait to go to Hogwarts next month and see Harry again. Maybe, he would be able to get Harry to agree to read Muggle and wizarding fairy tales with him on a regular basis. The times they had spent reading those stories had been very enjoyable indeed, especially since it always seemed to include the two of them cuddling. And if the Light side turned out to win the war, it would not hurt to be involved with the Boy Who Lived.

Besides, Draco did not travel by Floo powder straight from St Mungo's to the Leaky Cauldron to go to the Muggle world to buy himself an extended, Collector's Edition copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales to not read it together with Harry while they were at Hogwarts. He even planned to bring some of his own magical fairy tale books with him. And maybe over reading those books they could become friends or even something more than friends—at least that was what Draco hoped for. The one time he had slept with Harry had made him crave for more. And what a Malfoy wanted, a Malfoy got.

But for now, he would finally go back to the manor and do some research on Disneyland. It would not be good for him to be unprepared when Harry started to talk about his own trip when they were back at school. Besides his mother had told him to practise his French over the holidays, so she could not say anything against him visiting France, even if it was Muggle France.

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AN2: A big thank you to everyone who reviewed this story so far, and an even bigger thank you to my beta Makoto. I hope you all enjoyed this story. And feel free to guess if Draco used the thermometer Harry threw at him as a dildo, or not.

Sequel: The sequel to this storie is called Dragon Pox-Relapse. Just go to my author page and continue reading the story.