I wake up slowly. The chains held. Blood drips from my chest and arms. It worked! I look at the sun. It's barely risen. I guess the students are still in bed thankfully. I hope Draco comes soon. It is so weird to call him that. I like it. It sounds more formal. I hear him come in.

"Good. You're not dead Harry." He says.

He unties the chains with his wand. I fall. I stand up. I brush myself off. I look at my wounds and I jump. They're healing. Healing right before my eyes. I look at Draco. He shrugs and shakes his head. He's not enchanting my wounds. I'm not enchanting my wounds. It must be a werewolf and vampire thing. 

"At least no one will suspect anything." I say putting on my clothes.

"We have to keep this a secret." He says.

I nod. I doubt Hermione and Ron would be very pleased to have seen me and Malfoy kissing. I think we're dating. I look at him.

"About us?" I ask.

"Naughty, naughty Potter." He says.

"What? I don't think Hermione and Ron would be too happy about us." I say. 

"Of course, Weasley's don't understand and muggle-borns have a hard time accepting." He says.

I glare at him.

"I'll be back for lunch." He smiles.

I nod.