Last one! Enjoy guys!

Draco had been doing homework in the kitchen when he heard a knock on the door to their rooms. Harry paused on his broom, hanging upside down and looking at Draco curiously. "Who's that?"

"Let's go see."

Harry followed him, hovering by his head. How he had broken the safety enchantments on that thing, Draco wasn't sure, but he knew Harry was more than capable on it. He wasn't worried about it anymore.

"Professor Snape," Draco said, moving to the side to allow the man in. He saw Harry glare a little, but a pointed look from Draco made him drop it with a mumbled apology.

"Any luck with the potion?" Draco asked. That's the only reason he would be here, surely. Harry perked up to listen.

Snape nodded curtly, holding out a thin bottle with a wide base, a turquoise liquid sloshing inside. "I believe if Mr. Potter takes this tonight, he should wake up tomorrow normal."

Draco's heart leaped into his throat. After a moment, Harry prodded the side of his head. Draco battled his hand away.

"Okay...okay, yeah," he took the potion, holding it delicately. "Why didn't you have a house-elf bring it this time?"

Professor Snape paused. "The potion was made in a similar fashion to Festina Tempus, the potion that caused this," he paused, "ordeal. Like a muggle vaccine. I found it while I was researching different types of cures. The muggles have advanced in medicine impressively without magic."

Draco had no idea what he meant, but he nodded anyways. "What does that mean for Harry, though?" He looked at the potion in his hand. The color did look very similar, if he was remembering correctly.

"That means that this potion could cure him, but it may also react negatively with what is already in his system. I added phoenix tears, which should ease the entire process."

Draco nodded again. Harry had dropped from his broom and was standing against Draco's side, somewhat hiding from Professor Snape. Draco put a hand on his back to sooth him, uncaring of the raised eyebrow his godfather gave him.

"You need to watch him closely, Draco. If anything seems unusual, take him to Madam Pomfrey immediately. Have a house-elf bring you. She knows exactly what's going on."

Draco could feel his palms start to sweat. He was beginning to think there was a much higher risk of something going wrong than Snape was telling him.

"Give it too him before he goes to bed. It will likely make him tired. Be careful, Draco." With a nod, Snape left, leaving Draco feeling lost and worried.

"Do I have to take it, Dray?" Harry asked, now holding onto his shirt.

"Yes, Harry." Draco said, still staring at the potion. This was the best Snape could create... but Professor Snape was the most talented potions master there was. Draco trusted him. Draco doubted there was another option Snape didn't know about.

"I'm scared." Harry whispered. He was looking up at him with wide eyes. Draco picked him up easily, feeling better as Harry wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist.

"I am too," Draco admitted, "but you are going to be okay. I trust Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape with my life and yours. I promise you'll be okay."

Harry nodded after a moment, though he didn't let go. Draco was okay with that. This may be the last time he would get to hold Harry like this. He was going to savor it.

He is going to be fine.

"Can I take it now?"

Draco paused. Harry hadn't even set his fork down from dinner. It was the first time either of them had spoken in at least twenty minutes.

"Why don't we relax first? Professor Snape said it would make you sleepy, so it'll be better for you if we're already laying down."

Harry nodded, hoping off the chair and walking calmly to his room. Draco felt like he was going to vomit. Harry would wake up normal tomorrow, probably hating Draco. They would go their separate ways, and it would be awkward, and Draco would be harboring affection for Harry that wasn't shared.

Draco dragged his feet. Harry had already changed into his pajamas and was under the blanket, holding the stuffed dog. Draco pulled the potion out of his robe so he wouldn't crush it, climbing in next to Harry. Draco smiled as Harry tucked himself into his side like he always did. Draco would miss this more than anything, he thought. It would be weird sleeping on his own.

"Is it going to taste bad?"

Draco laughed despite his nerves. "Yeah, probably. I think Professor Snape makes them all taste bad on purpose."

Harry wrinkled his nose. "That's mean."

"Yeah, he does stuff like that sometimes."

Harry didn't move. Draco wasn't going to give him the potion until he said something, wanting to wait as long as he could.

"Is it going to hurt?" Harry whispered.

"I... I don't know, Harry. I hope it doesn't though, and I'll be right here if it does. I promise you'll be okay."

After a moment, Harry nodded. "I'm ready."

Hand shaking a little, Draco pulled the cork off and handed it to Harry. He sniffed it delicately, grimacing. Draco didn't realize he had been holding his breath until Harry swallowed the potion and burped with a cry of disgust.

"It tastes like farts," he complained, snuggling tighter into Draco and handing him the bottle. Draco set it on the nightstand, wanting to laugh but feeling like he would vomit if he did.

He swallowed the saliva collecting in his mouth. "How do you feel?" He asked, feeling choked.

Harry frowned. "Kinda funny, it's weir-" Harry gasped, clutching his stomach and falling limp

Draco yelled, grabbing Harry and holding him to his chest. "Harry! Harry!" Draco shouted. Harry didn't budge. Draco waited for long moments, waiting for the shimmer, a shake, a change in breath, anything. It was similar to how Harry had reacted last time, but it sounded like Harry had been in pain and it scared him.

Draco waited, but as Harry remained unconscious and no shimmer covered him, Draco found his heart leaping into his throat, choking him. "Dinky!" He called, standing with Harry tight in his arms. The little elf popped up with a smile. "Hospital Wing!" He barked. Dinky jumped, taking his hand.

They arrived in the middle of the room. Madam Pomfrey bustled over from behind her desk upon seeing them. "Lay him on that bed there, Mr. Malfoy," she instructed, pointing to a bed next to him. Draco lay him gently, feeling like he was letting go of something precious when he stepped away.

He is precious. I'm going to lose him.

"What happened when he took the potion?"

"He-he gasped and clutched his stomach and then just went limp and wouldn't wake up. It seemed like he was in pain." Madam Pomfrey nodded, casting spells Draco didn't know.

"And what happened when he took the potion two weeks ago?"

"He only went unconscious that time, no pain or anything like that. Then this... weird shimmer covered his body and it then sunk in and went away. He woke up fine," Draco cleared his throat, feeling like he was going to start croaking.

Madam Pomfrey nodded again, muttering something under her breath. "Please sit, Mr. Malfoy," she told him gently, pausing. Draco backed up, realizing he had encroached her space and had been hovering. He sat on the bed next to Harry, feeling like he would vanish if he looked away for a moment.

Draco wasn't sure how long the nurse had been casting, eventually her wand stilled in her hand. She turned to Draco. "The potion is doing what it must. It seems that he is going to be sleeping for a while, I'm going to be keeping a very close eye on him."

Draco nodded, eyes flickering to her and back to Harry. "Mr. Malfoy, there is nothing you can do. You've done everything you can. You should be taking care of yourself, now." She placed a hand on his shoulder. Draco felt his lip quiver, but he clenched his jaw. He thought he would cry if he looked at her.

"I'm not leaving him," he said. "I'll have a house-elf bring my school work and anything else I need, but I don't want to leave. Please."

After a moment, he saw her nod out of the corner of his eye. He let go of the breath he had been holding. "Thank you." He didn't think he would have left even if she argued, but his nerves were so shot he was glad he didn't have to fight.

"Try and rest, Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey said quietly, drawing the curtains around his and Harry's bed to connect so other students wouldn't see. Draco watched her leave before looking back at Harry. His breathing was even and peaceful.

He doesn't look like he's in pain, Draco decided after a moment. He laid sideways on the bed so he could watch, feeling a bit creepy as he did so. He didn't care. There was no one to see him. No one to judge him. No one to know that he wanted Harry in his arms, even if he wasn't small anymore.

He's going to hate me. Draco's heart ached. At some point, it had stopped being an obligation, a chore, a necessity. At some point it stopped being only friendly. It had turned into real affection, which he thought Harry returned.

But that was Harry with the mind of a child. That wasn't the Harry that was almost an adult, that had hated him for years. Draco didn't think one person could change him so much, but Draco wanted to be better for Harry. Wanted Harry to accept him and be as close as his Gryffindor friends.

No, he wanted to be closer than them. He wanted Harry in his arms, tucked into his side. He wanted a grown Harry to smile at him and hold onto his shirt and call him 'Dray.'

Draco didn't think he loved Harry. But he was positive he was on the way to loving him. He was sure he could.

What if he doesn't even remember everything?

Draco's throat felt like it had closed. Would that be better? Worse? If Harry forgot all that he had done, the way he had acted, rescued him, and went on not having any idea of Draco's feelings? Maybe he could start over, try and win Harry's affections anyways.

Would Harry even give him a chance? Did Draco deserve a chance? Perhaps not. He had been a complete git until now. Draco had never regretted his actions as much as he did now. Draco thought he would be crushed if Harry woke up cursing him, whether or not he remembered.

As long as he's okay...

Draco would do what he could with whatever Harry gave him. If Harry didn't want him...

Draco swallowed the uncomfortable lump in his throat. He fell into a fitful rest in the early hours of the morning, unable to fall asleep until complete exhaustion took him.

Harry woke up with a bright light in his eyes. Flinching, he groaned. His head pounded something awful.

"Mr. Potter, good to see you like yourself," a voice spoke above him.

"Wuh-" Harry's eyes adjusted to the harshness of the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey stood above him, smiling.

"How do you feel?"

"Uhm... my head hurts pretty ba-" Harry paused, choking a little on his own words. "I... I was - I was small and-"

Madam Pomfrey held up a hand, silencing him and his whirling thoughts. "Please drink this first," she held out a bottle to him. He sat up a little to take it, grimacing.

"What happened? Where's-" he looked around himself, freezing when he spotted a white-blond head of hair. Draco was asleep on the bed next to him, curled around a pillow. Harry felt the air leave him.

"I take it you remember the events of the last several weeks?"

Harry nodded slowly. So many memories buzzed in his head, all seeming so different now that he was...normal? He looked down at himself to check. Normal feet, normal hands, normal legs. He looked back at Draco. "Is he..."

"He wouldn't leave." Madam Pomfrey told him. "Refused to. I didn't argue for long, since I saw how he was with you when he rescued you."

The memory clanged around his head like a bullet. It was fuzzy, like looking through frosted glass. "He stayed up almost the whole night, worrying about you I assume. I almost forced a dreamless sleep down his throat. Can you please face me?"

Shaking his head a little, he turned away from Draco. Madam Pomfrey cast several spells, a list Harry didn't understand appearing besides her.

He was so...confused. Draco seemed like a completely different person, Harry didn't know how to handle it. He had been so... sweet and gentle and caring and... so utterly different than anything else Harry had ever experienced from him.

"You seem perfectly fine," Madam Pomfrey declared. Harry looked up from his lap. "Even your teeth fixed themselves. I thought I might have to shrink them like I did Mrs. Granger years ago."

Madam Pomfrey looked at him for a moment when he didn't say anything. "Are you sure you feel alright, Mr. Potter?"

"Why hasn't he woken up?" Harry asked, gesturing towards Draco.

"I put a silencing charm around him so we wouldn't wake up from us speaking. I needed to make sure you were alright first, and it is much easier without a barnacle attached to my patient," she said with a smile. Harry's face turned red. He had been the barnacle.

"One more thing, Mr. Potter," she said, going to her desk. "Here is your wand - I had it brought here from your rooms after Mr. Malfoy brought you. If you would please cast a lumos charm for me."

His wand felt better in his hand. It hadn't felt right before, like it was wrong and didn't like him. This was like the first time touching it in Ollivanders.

"Lumos." His wand lit up normally. "Nox." It went out.

"And a Wingardium Leviosa."

That spell worked fine too, along with accio and expecto patronum. Eventually Madam Pomfrey was satisfied. "I would say you owe a very nice thank you card to Professor Snape, Mr. Potter," she said with a nod. "Do try and rest. Today is a Thursday, you aren't expected to start making up for your classes until Monday. I would visit the Headmaster soon." With that, she left behind the curtain and flicked it closed.

Harry looked back at Draco, flexing his toes. He needed to think for a bit, and was glad Draco was asleep. He wrapped his arms around himself as he thought. Harry had... adored Draco, had wanted to be around him constantly. Now he felt...

He felt lonely, and vulnerable. Draco had been safe and protective and had taken care of him. It felt so natural to cuddle and hug him. The fuzzy feeling he had in his chest was still there when he looked at him, but now it felt more mature.

Harry snorted at his own thoughts. Of course it's more mature.

Harry eased himself off his bed, testing his legs and balance. He walked slowly to Draco's bed. He wanted... he wanted to be held. He wanted to lay by Draco and be in his arms.

He lifted the covers gently, slipping underneath them. He was close enough to count Draco's eyelashes, but he hung off the edge of the bed, afraid to touch him.

Draco shifted, a hand reaching towards Harry. Harry caught it with his own softly. Draco tugged him, muttering a "come 'ere." Harry went, tucking himself underneath Draco's chin and feeling utterly safe as Draco's arms wrapped around him. He's still completely asleep, Harry realized, a happy smile on his face as he looked up. And still so comfy.

Harry moved so his head was against Draco's chest, one hand holding onto the collar of his shirt.

Draco woke up feeling much better than he had when he went to sleep. He was warm, and Harry's hair was in his nose, their feet tangled together. Draco buried his face into the black hair, feeling like a hole in his chest had been filled.

It was a long moment before he remembered that Harry's legs didn't reach his. He froze, afraid to open his eyes. Was he dreaming? Was he dead?

A long, tense moment passed. He hardly breathed. Eventually he opened his eyes, seeing nothing but black hair. Only moving his eyes, he looked around, seeing the outline of Harry's body under the blanket, pressed against his.

Harry was back to normal. And snuggling him. I must be dead.

He had to check. He started to pull away, Harry's hand fell off of his shirt. Harry shifted, and suddenly big green eyes were blinking up at him.

Oh...they really were that green before.

"Hi..." Harry whispered.

"Hi." He was frozen, unable to look away from Harry's face. It was so different, having him like this. Harry flushed from his gaze, which Draco liked quite a bit but didn't dare say.

"How did you sleep?" Harry asked after a moment, looking a little awkward. Draco laughed in disbelief.

"I... really good. I slept really good," he said. His hand had moved towards Harry's face on it's own accord, though he stopped it midair. "Can I..." he trailed off.

Harry nodded, watching him closely. Draco touched his face as softly as he could, feeling like if he pressed too hard Harry would vanish. But he was solid, and there.

"You're okay."

Harry smiled at him, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I am. Completely fine."

Draco almost cried.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry's voice was quiet, but confident. Draco nodded, watching his thumb stroke Harry's jaw. "When you said you could do anything for me... did you mean it?"

Draco's brow furrowed, not sure what Harry was talking about. "Of course, yes. Anything. Just ask," he prompted.

Harry gave him a longing look, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Can you kiss me?"

I must be dead. I've died, and gone to heaven.

Draco almost squealed. This is better than I could've ever hoped for. He wasn't about to squander it. He held Harry's jaw carefully, leaning forward slowly and watching for any sign Harry changed his mind. Harry met him halfway, grabbing his shirt and pulling him forward.

Harry's lips were soft and delicate. Draco was afraid he would crush them. Harry didn't seem to share his fear. Harry pulled him impossibly closer, making Draco's head spin and his heart race.

He couldn't get enough. Harry pulled away and Draco followed him, kissing his cheeks and nose and jaw and anything else he could reach, muttering all the while and listening to Harry giggle.

"What are you saying?"

"Thank you," Draco said, "thank you for everything." He kissed Harry's nose. "Thank you," his cheek, "thank you," his forehead, "thank you," his lips. Harry grabbed his face, holding him away.

"Draco," he started, his name sounding like heaven from Harry's lips. "Would you like to go to Hogsmead with me?"

Draco laughed, grabbing Harry and holding him close. "I would love that. Yes, Please. Absolutely."

Harry laughed into his chest, leaning into the hand Draco had curled into his hair. "Ron and Hermione are going to go off their rockers."

"They're going to think I brainwashed you," Draco said after a moment.

"I can make them believe me," Harry said with confidence, leaning back to look at Draco with shining eyes. "They'll have to adjust."

Draco smiled softly, stroking Harry's face again. "You are wonderful."

Harry leaned forward to kiss him again. Draco met him this time, letting the soft kiss sooth his frazzled nerves.

Everything was going to be fine, because Harry was okay. Harry was his, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

It's over! Wow! I had a blast rewriting this, I hope you enjoyed it! If any of you have read the original, I hope I lived up to my promise of improvement! Please tell me your thoughts! Have a wonderful day!