Having the discussion about what Madam Pomfrey had found and exactly how Harry had transferred the energy to Draco was possibly the most embarrassing conversation Harry had ever had. He was pretty sure he was still blushing several hours later as he sat beside Draco's bed holding Draco's hand and waiting for his lover to wake up.

Ron and Hermione had stopped by as soon as they'd heard, but Madam Pomfrey had been very firm on everything being as quiet as possible around Draco. Only Harry had been allowed to stay and he was on his best behaviour.

"That was a foul ball," was not what Harry expected Draco to say or do first.

Grey eyes flicked open and blinked at him.

"That was a ball spelled to try and kill you," Harry replied, just going with it, because he was so relieved to see Draco awake. "It is now in tiny little pieces."

"And the person or persons who charmed it?" Draco asked, frowning a little and gingerly moving.

Harry could tell the moment Draco realised he didn't hurt like he thought he was supposed to.

"Being chased and I didn't ask for more information or they'd probably end up in tiny little pieces too," he said.

"What happened and why don't I even ache?" Draco asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Has Madam Pomfrey started performing miracles while I was asleep?"

They were all familiar with magical healing and even magic usually left some side effects behind.

"The bludger knocked you out, you fell, I caught you and brought you here," Harry explained and then stopped talking, because that was the easy part.

"And?" Draco pushed, raising an eyebrow at him.

Harry had never been great with explanations.

"Found out what the lightning is," was what he decided to go for.

Draco gave him a less than patient look.

"It's healing energy," he continued when it was clear he wasn't going to get away with anything less; "seems I've been trying to make sure no one can hurt you in more ways than one."

"So what, it's just been floating around in me until I needed it?" Draco asked.

Harry really would have loved to say yes.

"Kind of," he replied.

"Kind of how?"

"It's been fixing you from the inside out," he admitted, "including some childhood condition that Madam Pomfrey didn't tell me what it was, but it's apparently gone."

Both of Draco's eyebrows all but hit his hairline.

"I knew those bruises from that fight disappeared too quickly," is what Draco said eventually.

Draco flopped back down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling for a while. He looked as if he was thinking deep thoughts, but Harry couldn't take it for long.

"Are you upset?" he asked, because he was feeling very human and very vulnerable right at the moment.

The sharp eyed gaze that came his way softened almost immediately and he found his hand being squeezed.

"Idiot Gryffindor," Draco said and sat up properly so they were much closer together, "why, by Merlin, would I be upset?"

"I didn't ask," Harry pointed out.

"You didn't even know," Draco countered. "At least now we know what's going on."

"So you don't mind having unknown magic bouncing around inside you?"

"It's not unknown," Draco told him in a very put upon tone; "it's yours."

"It could have unforeseen consequences."

"It did, I didn't die."

Harry realised he was growling quietly after Draco reminded him about that. Draco leant over and placed a hand on the side of his face.

"There is no point in worrying," Draco told him and then kissed him.

"You're the Slytherin, you're supposed to worry about things like this," Harry replied once he remembered that he was supposed to be thinking.

"It's to my advantage," Draco replied and almost sounded like he used to before, all superior and proud, "I choose not to worry."

There were probably many things Harry could have said to that, but he'd been on edge for far too long. It really wasn't a good idea to let himself become too worked up if he could help it. He knew if Draco had a problem his lover would tell him; Draco was that sort of person so he let it go.

Instead of speaking, he leant in this time and stole another kiss. Worry for him tended to come out in one of two ways these days, destroying things or making sure Draco was still very much his. He hadn't destroyed anything all afternoon which left only one avenue.

The kiss deepened and Harry wound his arms around Draco and pulled him in. It was only Draco breaking away that stopped him going further.

"You are aware if we have sex on this bed Madam Pomfrey will kill us both and no one will even ever find the bodies," Draco pointed out.

Harry almost didn't care, but only almost, which probably said a great deal about Madam Pomfrey.

"We need to get you discharged," he all but whined.

Draco had the gall to laugh at him.

The End

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