Dinky popped up immediately next to Dumbledore with a bright smile. Draco stood, holding Harry against his chest tightly. He thought Harry might push him away, but he seemed fine curled up against Draco, his little arms wrapped around his neck.

"Dinky, if you would please take these young men to their rooms," Dumbledore said with a smile. He adjusted Harry in his arms, freeing the hand that was holding the bag of potions.

"Yes sirs!" She said, next to Draco in a moment and holding out her little hand. Draco almost grabbed it, but an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach. He paused, feeling nauseous. Madam Pomfrey must have seen something in his demeanor change.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey looked at him closely, "are you alright?"

Draco gave her a strained smile, looking towards Dumbledore. "Headmaster... are-are our rooms safe?"

There was a pause. Dumbledore gave him a long look, and then a reassuring smile. Draco didn't feel much better from it. "The fireplace is completely blocked," he started quietly, "but I'm sure some extra precaution would help everyone's piece of mind. I will go with you, and ward it myself to the best of my abilities."

"Thank you, Headmaster," Draco nodded. His chest felt a little less tight, something he hadn't noticed until it was gone.

"Would you like a dreamless sleep potion, Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

Draco paused for a moment. "I... yes please, Madam."

With a soft smile, she added two to his bag. "Only one in a twenty-four hour period," she backed away, hands folding behind her.

Draco held out a hand for Dinky to take. She did so excitedly, almost vibrating with joy when Headmaster Dumbledore grabbed her other hand with a smile.

They landed in the sitting room. It felt like days since he had last been here, but it couldn't have been more than... two hours? Three? The fireplace was completely empty of wood, and seemed darker than it had ever been, even while unlit. The room had been cleaned by some house elf; the table was no longer overturned, the couch and chair were in place. The mugs and spoons had gone, no visible stain left, the blanket was draped neatly over the back of the couch. His book was gone, in his room or somewhere else.

Draco stood still as a statue even as Dinky popped away. "Mr. Malfoy, why don't you put Mr. Potter in bed and take your potions? I won't take long."

Draco nodded after a moment, feeling a bit like a ghost as he went to Harry's room. The mess he had made of Harry's trunk had was put away, the bed freshly made. Draco set the potion bag on top of the trunk, holding Harry with both hands for a moment. At some point Harry had drifted off, now drooling lightly on his shoulder. Draco tucked his face into his hair, allowing himself this moment of weakness with no one to witness it.

Harry will be okay. Harry will be okay. Harry is okay. Of course Harry would be fine. He was Harry Potter, nothing could really hurt him. Draco smiled faintly, remembering how pissed off he had been watching Harry win his first Quidditch match back in first year. Harry never failed to amaze, even as a first year.

A lone tear slipped down his face. He had been so...terrified. When had everything changed so much? When did it start feeling like Harry belonged with him, tucked into his arms and sleeping on his chest?

Please don't hate me when this is all over.

Draco set Harry down among the pillows, pushing the hair out of his face. He pulled clean pajamas out of a drawer -all Harry's, shrunken when they first moved in- to change Harry into. Draco looked for new bruises and scrapes while he did, thankfully finding nothing. He tucked Harry in, smiling when Harry reached out, grabbing a stuffed dog and holding it tight to his chest.

Draco changed his own clothes next, feeling almost like a new man with a freshening charm to get the grime from the tunnel off. Madam Pomfrey had cast one on Harry at some point, though Draco wasn't sure when. This day already felt too long.

Grabbing the bag of potions, he downed the ones Madam Pomfrey had given him, leaving the dreamless sleep. After a moment his body relaxed, his mind somewhat soothed. It felt more like he had taken a calming potion than anything else.

Draco moved into the living room, finding Dumbledore looking at Harry's toy broom that was propped in the corner. "I'm sorry Headmaster, I didn't realize you were waiting."

Dumbledore turned with a smile. "Quite alright. I have completely cleared the room of any traces of dark magic, and put up wards almost as strong as the ones on Hogwarts herself. You are safe, Mr. Malfoy. You both are."

"Thank you, Headmaster."

"Get some rest, I believe you need it." Dumbledore inclined his head, calling for Dinky. He was gone in a moment.

Draco turned in a slow circle. The room didn't feel any different. Though Draco wouldn't be surprised if Dumbledore could cast heavy protective charms that were undetectable without a spell. Or maybe it was Hogwarts herself. He had never been able to feel her wards like he had been able to at Malfoy Manor, but that could be because of blood.

Either way, he trusted Dumbledore to keep them safe. At the very least, he would do anything to keep Harry safe. That was enough. Draco went into the kitchen, feeling a little lost at seeing Harry's nutrient potions and the bruise cream.

Would they really be able to go back to normal after this? It felt like they couldn't.

He conjured a mirror, carefully applying the cream to the cut on his cheek. He hadn't even felt it, mostly. It felt so small in comparison to everything else. It started to scab immediately. Draco suspected it would be gone in a few hours.

He sat at the table for a while longer, head in his hands. He felt calmer than he would have without Pomfrey's potions, he was sure. But he still felt like something was...wrong. Did he need to eat? He wasn't sure his stomach could handle it right now. When was he last time he had eaten?

As he was counting the hours in his head, the soft padding of feet met his ears. "Dray?" A small voice asked.

Draco's head popped up. Harry stood in the doorway, still holding the stuffed dog, curling his toes.

"Hey Har," Draco said, holding his arms out. In a flash Harry was there, almost knocking Draco over with the force of it. Draco smiled so wide his face felt tight, eyes watering as Harry snuggled into him, holding tightly to his shirt. He clenched his eyes closed. He didn't need to cry right now. Everything was okay.

"Are you hungry?"

Harry nodded slowly, not letting go.

"How does breakfast in bed sound?"

Harry pulled away for a moment to stare at him. "You can do that?" He whispered. Draco laughed at him, tweaking his nose.

"I can do anything. Especially for you."

~~~

Harry had scarfed down his breakfast. Crumbs would've been everywhere if not for magic. But Harry had looked so happy eating while tucked under his arm that he wouldn't have cared anyways.

Draco picked at his own food, not feeling well enough though he was very glad Harry was. He didn't seem to notice the changes to his own body, and Draco wasn't sure if he should point them out. Harry never looked in the mirror, so he didn't think he'd realize it on his own. He probably wouldn't notice the scales if he kept wearing long sleeves and pants, since there were none on his hands. The only thing that had surprised him was that Harry didn't say anything about his teeth, which must have felt different in his mouth.

Selfishly, Draco didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to forget it had all happened, and didn't want to remind Harry of it either. Draco spent most of breakfast contemplating it, but Harry's little giggles made Draco decide it could wait. He thought they both deserved some time to rest and forget.

"My stomach hurrrrrttttssss," Harry groaned, making a grand gesture of flopping against Draco and giving him puppy eyes.

"Mm, I wonder if that could have been avoided by eating slower and not twice the amount you usually do," Draco told him with a raised eyebrow. He had warned Harry twice before giving up. Harry pouted.

"I was so hungry! That's not fair!" Harry draped himself across Draco's lap, looking at the ceiling. Draco wondered if he was the reason Harry was acting dramatic. The thought made him smile.

"It's fair when I warn you-"

A house-elf popped into their room, holding out a potion for Draco to take. "From Professors Snapes Sirs!" He popped away as soon as Draco took it from him.

A little note was attached.

For Mr. Potter. Tell me immediately if any changes occur.

Draco held it in his hand for a moment. This might have fixed Harry completely before everything had happened. It might be completely useless now.

"You need to take this, Harry," Draco said, taking the stopper off. Harry scrunched his nose at it.

"I already took my potion before breakfast," he complained.

"I know, but this is a different one. Please Har?"

Grumbling, Harry drank it while pinching his nose. It didn't even smell that bad, Harry just wanted to make him feel guilty. He handed the empty potion back with a grimace -which Draco was sure was also fake- and Draco set it on the bedside table.

"How do you feel?" He asked after a tense moment. Harry shrugged. Draco controlled his expression, nodding. "That's alright." Was he... disappointed? He had to be. That should have fixed Harry, should have returned things to how they were.

But Draco knew he didn't really want that. He didn't want Harry to start hating him again. Part of him was relieved, though he felt guilty over it. "Dray?"

Draco started. He had been staring into space. "Yeah, what's up?" He banished the plates and leftovers into the kitchen where the house-elves would take care of it.

Harry moved back under his arm, eyes falling close. "I'm-I'm sleepy," he mumbled, before going limp.

"Harry? Harry?" Draco called, shaking him. Harry didn't wake up. Heart racing, Draco watched him closely. Is this because of the potion? It has to be, it has to be. He's fine. He's okay. He's okay.

Draco stared at Harry until his eyes watered. Pressing his palms into his eyes until he saw spots and didn't feel like he was about to cry, Draco shook himself. Feeling like he couldn't breathe, he stared and stared, waiting for something to change, something to happen.

Draco was ready to bolt to the Hospital Wing the moment Harry's breath changed.

Finally, finally, a faint shimmer encased Harry's body, leaving him glowing for long moments. Draco saw the small scales on Harry's cheeks and neck fade, hoping that the scales on the rest of his body had as well. The shimmer receded into Harry's skin, leaving him sleeping peacefully. After a moment, Draco shook him.

Mumbling, Harry woke up yawning. Draco realized his tongue was normal, though his canine teeth were still unusually long. "Harry?"

Harry looked at him sleepily. His pupils were no longer slits. He frowned at Draco. "Why'd you wake me up?" he asked.

"I-I'm sorry, it's nothing. You can go back to bed, Harry." Draco said softly. Harry nodded, laying back down next to Draco. "Sleep well," he whispered, running a hand through Harry's hair. He was asleep in moments.

Draco waited an extra few minutes to be sure. He needed to write Professor Snape, but... but Harry was fine. The potion had done something, so Draco had high hopes for the next potion. Hadn't Madam Pomfrey said she could fix Harry's teeth without magic? Maybe Snape didn't need to account for the venom at all anymore. They could have another potion in two weeks, and Harry would be okay and back to normal and-

And Draco might lose him. His hand stalled. That isn't important, he told himself, shaking his head angrily. Harry didn't deserve to stay like this just because Draco wanted him too.

Pulling himself away gently, Draco went to his own room to write Professor Snape.

~~~

Harry slept for most of the day, only waking up for dinner and falling asleep again not long after. Draco took his dreamless sleep potion, holding Harry close. Harry held his stuffed dog. The time passed easily, though they hardly spent any of it in the sitting room. It was an unspoken agreement that they moved their lounging time to Harry's room, though Harry still used the entire space when he flew on his broom.

Dumbledore had sent him a short letter the next day, giving his hopes for Harry's recovery and reminding him to keep up their memory questions. Dumbledore had sent the note around noon, but they normally did their questions during breakfast. Draco didn't want to disrupt their routine, even if it was an unnecessary worry.

During breakfast the third day after Harry took the potion, Draco started the same way he always had the last few weeks.

"What is Hogwarts?"

Harry looked up from his eyes, surprised. "A school," he said after a moment. That was his usual response, Draco had probably said it enough for him to remember it.

"What is a snitch?"

"Uhm..." Harry trailed off. He'd gotten better at the Quidditch ones, but again, that could be because Draco always answered his own questions if Harry couldn't. He hoped to spark something, but it never did. "That golden ball-thing in that flying game," he said with confidence.

Draco gave him a soft smile. That was about the same too.

"Who is Professor Snape?"

Harry glared at his eggs. "A really mean teacher," he grumbled. Draco dropped his fork, making Harry look up and lose his glare. "Draco?"

Harry had never said Snape was mean. Draco had never said it. That was...

"Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked, looking worried. Draco shook his head vigorously.

"No! Not at all, not even a little bit. What else do you know about Professor Snape?"

Harry played with his fork, watching Draco nervously. After a moment, he shook his head, shrugging. Draco stifled his disappointment. That was still progress!

"Okay, how about Professor McGonagall?"

Harry shook his head.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Again, a shake.

"Hermione Granger?"

Harry looked like he was about to cry. Draco stopped himself, biting his lip. "It's okay, Harry. You did great, I promise. You're completely fine." Draco stood and came to Harry's side of the table, rubbing his back. Harry stuffed his face into Draco's ribs, shaking a little.

"M'sorry, I messed it all up," he mumbled.

"It's okay, you're okay. You didn't do anything wrong, that was my fault," Draco said quietly. He had been too harsh, pushed Harry too much. Usually they went about it much slower, taking time to think about it and explain. He had stressed Harry out. He felt horrible about it. They stayed like that for a moment, before he pulled Harry away and bent down to look at him evenly. He wiped the tears from his face with his thumbs.

"Are you done eating?" He asked. Harry shook his head, no longer crying but still looking teary.

"How does something so small eat so much?" Draco asked, gasping and holding a hand to his chest. Harry giggled. Draco tweaked his nose, smiling.

"Take your time eating, I'm going to shower, okay?"

Harry nodded, looking better. Draco kissed the top of his head, feeling like the most natural thing in the world. Harry gave him a shy smile as he walked away.

He had to write Snape first, but he was looking forward to his shower.

~~~

Draco took their questions much slower. Most days Harry wouldn't remember anything new, but sometimes Harry would remember little things. What house Neville Longbottom was in, what kind of bird Headmaster Dumbledore had, what his own patronus was.

Their biggest milestone had happened over a week after Harry had taken the potion. Harry had proudly declared that Professor McGonagall could turn into a cat; Draco thought that was a small detail, and was extremely happy Harry had recalled it.

Every few days Draco tried to get Harry to do magic, though it was still completely unsuccessful. Harry always felt horrible after, thinking he had disappointed Draco, but he bounced back to his happy self quicker each time.

It was during dinner about ten days after the potion that Draco caught Harry tapping on his canines. "Harry?" He asked. Harry dropped his hand immediately, giving Draco an innocent smile before shoveling potatoes in his mouth.

Draco stared at Harry for a long time, though he never looked up from his plate. Draco realized Harry knew about the teeth, knew that they were wrong. Really, how couldn't he? Draco was stupid to have thought he wouldn't notice. But he didn't think Harry wouldn't tell him that he noticed.

Draco was a little hurt Harry didn't say anything, but he realized that it was completely like Harry to do so. Harry kept things from people all the time, even his closest friends. He had heard multiple arguments about Harry not telling them things because of some stupid Gryffindor reason.

That, more than anything else, reassured Draco that Harry was getting better. That he would get better.

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Second to last chapter!!! Woo!!!