Draco sat on a bed next to Harry's. While Ron, Neville, Ginny, Seamus, and Dean had rotated in and out of the Hospital Wing, Draco had threatened to use the Crutiatus Curse on anyone who tried to make him leave.

Harry had been in some sort of coma for the past three days. His condition was unstable, and nobody was sure if he was going to be okay.

Draco sighed tiredly. "Please wake up Harry. Please. I'll do anything. Just please, say something. Open your eyes. Move a finger. Please, Harry, if you can hear me, give me a sign."

Harry did no such thing.

Madame Pomfrey bustled into the room. "Mr. Malfoy, you haven't slept in three days! Go to your dorm. Sleep."

Draco shook his head firmly. "I can't. Not while he's like this."

She huffed. "Fine. But when you pass out, I'm not helping you."

She checked Harry's vitals with a wave of her wand, and then left to help Pansy, who had some sort of curse Granger had shot at her that Madame Pomfrey had no idea how to heal.

Draco heard the door open behind him and tentative footsteps coming up.

He sighed. "He's still in his coma. He lost a lot of blood."

"Oh."

Draco had his wand out and pointed at Zacharias Smith's throat in under a second.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing here?" he hissed.

Smith was shaking. "I came to apologize. I had no idea what the curse did."

"Then why would you use it?"

Smith shifted his feet. "I heard Harry mention it to Granger and Weasley sixth year. He seemed pretty torn up about it, said he had landed you in the Hospital Wing. But you were back a few days later, so I figured it couldn't be that bad."

Draco advanced until his wand was pressed into Smith's throat.

"Get. Out."

Smith opened his mouth, but then closed it and nodded. He left quietly.

The door banged open again. Granger shot through it like a rocket.

Draco shot up. "Granger!?"

She ran past him to Harry's side. She collapsed next to his bed and grabbed his hand.

"Granger!"

She started sobbing. "Harry, Harry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have let something so stupid come through our friendship, you can like guys, you can like Malfoy, you can like bloody Voldemort if it mean you wake up, please, please, Harry, wake up!"

Draco winced slightly. Granger stood, wiping her eyes.

She sat on the bed next to him. "Will he be okay?" she whispered.

"I don't know," Draco replied coldly.

I don't know. Three simple words, but Draco hated them so much. They provided no answers, nothing concrete.

"Fuck," she whispered. "This is my fault."

"Yeah, it is," Draco answered coldly.

Harry stirred. Draco shot away from Granger and knelt next to him. "Harry? MADAME POMFREY!!!"

She rushed into the room as Harry stirred again.

Harry's beautiful, green eyes blearily opened. "Draco?" he whispered.

"I'm here, angel."

"Draco," Harry said firmly.

"Harry," Draco replied, a smile on his face.

"I- I want..."

Draco leaned forward. "What do you want love? Water? Ron? Food?"

Madame Pomfrey pressed a glass of water to Harry's lips. He took a small sip.

"I... want you.... to..." Harry coughed. "Punch Smith."

Draco smirked. "Consider it done, love. He hurt you."

Harry shook his head weakly. "No... That's not it.." He coughed again.

Draco stared at him, confused.

"He tried to hurt you, Drake. That, above... above anything else, is what pisses me off."

With those words, Harry passed out again.

Tears brimming in his eyes, Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry's forehead. "Anything for you, darling."

"Mister Malfoy!" McGonagall's voice rose as she marched in the room. "Did I just hear you agree to punching Mr. Smith?"

Uh oh. Draco turned toward her. "Um..."

She leaned forward and spoke softly so Granger and Madame Pomfrey, who was tending to Harry, wouldn't hear. "Make sure there are no witnesses around. Punch him hard, Mr. Malfoy."

And with that, she stood and walked over to Madame Pomfrey, leaving a stunned and grinning Draco behind her.

***************

Draco rushed out the door and up to the Gryffindor Common Room. He alerted the Gryffindors that Harry had woken and stormed to the Hufflepuff dorms.

He had heard that Zacharias was being held in in-house suspension and had detentions for two months, for this being his first offense and not knowing what the spell would do.. Draco knew that it was much too light of a sentence.

He marched up to the Hufflepuff dorms, by the kitchens. He looked for the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row, and tapped the rhythm of "Helga Hufflepuff." The lid slid open, and he crawled inside.

Once inside, he studied the disgusting yellow and black coloring that clashed horribly with the cream carpet. Several Hufflepuffs, who were playing cards at a table, looked up, as well as the two that were-ugh- snogging in front of the fire, the three that were eating food from the kitchens, and Zacharias Smith, who sat by himself in a black chair a little too similar to Draco's favorite green one.

Determinedly, he marched up to Smith, stared him dead in the eye, and when Smith raised a calm eyebrow, he punched him square in the jaw.

Two Hufflepuffs gasped, three laughed, one shouted "Nice hit!", and one called "That's what you get! You messed with Harry Potter!"

The last one, a seventh-year Hufflepuff girl who had been eating, smirked and said, "Never fuck with Draco Malfoy, Smith. You should have learned that a long time ago. Everybody knows that. You fucked up his boyfriend. You asked to get punched, and more."

Draco pointed at her. "You."

Her face turned terrified that she had said something wrong.

"I like you," Draco decided.

Her face relaxed with relief, and she laughed.

Smith groaned. "Fuck you Cecilia. Nobody fucking likes you. Potter can handle his own fucking problems without his ponce boyfriend stepping in. Fucking faggots. They deserve each other. I don't feel bad about what I did anymore, although I am slightly disappointed I hit him instead of Malfoy."

Cecilia's wand was out and hitting him with a curse before Draco could even blink. Smith shrieked in pain. She stalked past him to Smith, and grabbed his collar. Smith's breaths were becoming shallow.

"Listen here, Smith," she spat. "If you ever, ever say anything like that about Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or anyone else in this damn school, I'm going to take a switchblade and shove it down your throat. Then I'm going to Crucio the shit out of you and use the Sectumsempra curse on you and leave you in a closet to die. I also happen to like the same gender, I'm bi. So if you have a fucking problem with that, you can take it up with my boot."

And with that, she stomped on his face with her (admittedly very fashionable) combat boot, effectively breaking his nose and knocking him out.

The other Hufflepuffs laughed. A couple lifted him into a chair, where they began to put permanent, un-erasable tattoos saying "I love dick" and "Dick is life" on his face while several more turned his clothes rainbow and cursed his shoes to dance wherever he went.

Draco turned to Cecilia. "Hufflepuffs are hardcore," he said, stunned.

Cecilia laughed and nodded.

"What was that curse you used on him?" Draco inquired curiously.

"A diluted form of Crucio. I had Hermione Granger tutor me for a while."

His eyebrows shot to the roof. "Ooookay. What's your name?"

"Ceciliana ...." she hesitated before finishing. "Carrow."

He gaped. "You're related to Alecto and Amycus Carrow?"

She scowled. "They're not relatives of mine. They were my cousins, before my parents disowned me for getting in Hufflepuff."

Draco snorted. "Stupid. How did you get into Hufflepuff, though? You would make a good Slytherin."

Cecilia laughed. Hard. "My family is pureblooded Slytherins. My parents and everyone else expected me to get Slytherin. So I asked the Sorting Hat to put me in Hufflepuff. To piss them off, and so I wouldn't be related to the Double Trouble fucktards. Plus, Hufflepuffs never get blamed for anything because everyone thinks we're so innocent."

"Wow," Draco replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Shoo!" one of the Hufflepuffs said, pushing them aside lightly to put Smith on a table.

Draco grinned and left the Hufflepuff Common Room with Cecilia

"My turn to ask a question. What's your full name?"

"Draconis Lucius Malfoy."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green. But not Slytherin green!" he exclaimed at her smirk. "A bit lighter."

She smirked. "Like Harry's eyes?"

Draco covered his face with his hands. "Fuck."

Cecilia laughed, tossing an arm around Draco's shoulders casually.

Neither of them saw Astoria sneaking away.

***********

*Astoria's POV*

Astoria glared as she heard Draco's voice and a girl's laugh. What is Draco doing? I thought he and Potter were a thing?

She peeked around the corner and saw Draco laughing with a very pretty girl. Prettier than Astoria, or even Daphne.

The girl had long wavy blonde hair with dyed red highlights and gorgeous green eyes. She wore a casual red tank top and ripped skinny jeans with combat boots she managed to pull off. Her skin was flawless, and she had an arm casually wrapped around Draco's shoulders as she laughed at something he had said.

Astoria glowered with jealousy. She took a picture and darted away. She pressed her wand to the photo, carefully editing it to make it even better. For her, anyways.

She scribbled a note onto a piece of parchment, attached the picture, and walked to the Hospital Wing.

***********

*Harry's POV*

Pain.

Harry's chest hurt. He lightly touched it and yelped when a stinging pain shot through him.

He sat up slowly. He considered asking for Madame Pomfrey, but he wanted to be alone right now.

He frowned as he saw a piece of parchment laying on the table next to him.

He lifted it, and gasped when he saw the picture. What the hell?

A gorgeous girl had her arm slung around Draco- his Draco. She threw back her head and laughed, and Draco laughed with her. They both smiled, and Draco leaned in to kiss her. Then the image started over again. Harry glowered and read the note.

I would like to remain anonymous, but I heard you and Draco Malfoy are dating. I just though you would like to know what he's up to when he's not around you.

Draco was cheating on him? Draco wouldn't do that. But here was evidence, concrete proof that he had.

Harry felt sick to his stomach. He set the picture back on the table, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

***********

Draco walked to the Hospital Wing a while after he had left Cecilia with the Hufflepuffs and saw that Harry was still sleeping. He sat next to him and stared at his peaceful face.

Something moving in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked over and saw a picture. He picked it up and saw it was him and Cecilia laughing together. She had her arm around his shoulders. And then he turned and kissed her. Draco frowned, confused. This had never happened. Then he saw the note, crumpled up in Harry's sleeping hand. He carefully extracted it.

I would like to remain anonymous, but I heard you and Draco Malfoy are dating. I just though you would like to know what he's up to when he's not around you.

Draco stared at in in shock. He would recognize Astoria's handwriting anywhere.

And then it hit him.

Harry had seen this letter.

Harry had seen the picture.

"Oh no," he whispered. "Oh no oh no oh no."

Harry stirred slightly and opened his eyes to see Draco. His eyes went from adorable and sleepy to hard and angry in half a second. "Get. Out."

Draco shook his head. "No, Harry, you don't understand-"

"No, I do understand. I understand that this was all a joke to you. A chance to fuck with me. A chance to make The Boy Who Lived look like a total and complete idiot for falling for his worst enemy. I get it. Hilarious. Goodbye, Malfoy."

"Harry-"

"Please, just leave! Haven't you hurt me enough?'

Harry cried out with pain as raising his voice hurt his abdomen. He flinched away from Draco as he tried to help him.

The doors burst open. The whole Gryffindor crew, plus Luna and Blaise, stormed through, led by Ron.

Madame Pomfrey rushed out. "There are no visitors right now!" she cried.

Dean glared at her. "Unless you want to be a toad, you best back the fuck up."

Uh oh.

Seamus yelled "What the bloody fuck is this, Draco!", while Blaise just shook his head. Draco saw a copy of the picture on Harry's bedside table in Granger's clenched fist.

Ron stormed forward, livid. "Malfoy, what. The bloody. Fuck."

"Ron, seriously, I-"

The rest of his words were cut off as Ron slammed him into a wall, his forearm pressed against his throat.

"You fucking wanker," he hissed. "I can't believe we trusted you."

"Stupefy!"

Ron flew off of Draco, landing on the floor. Everyone stared at the girl in the doorway, blonde hair straying everywhere, green eyes flashing dangerously.

"Cecilia?" Draco squeaked, his voice still recovering from Ron's attack.

"You bloody whore!" Ginny launched herself at Cecilia. Draco shot an Immobulus at her.

Cecilia held up the picture. "You bloody Gryffindor idiots- oh, hi Blaise- this picture has been fucking edited."

They gaped at her. She rolled her eyes, and pointed her wand at the picture. "Finite Incantatem."

The picture shimmered and changed. Now it showed Cecilia with her arm around Draco casually, the two of them laughing. They stood in front of the Hufflepuff dorms. Cecilia said the password, and the door opened. Cecilia walked in, and they waved goodbye. Then the picture started over.

The room was silent. Draco silently removed his curse on Ginny.

Ron looked at him sheepishly. "Sorry mate."

Draco shrugged. "I would have done the same thing, if not worse."

He turned to face Harry, as did the rest of the room.

He sat there in shock, his black hair messily falling over his surprised green eyes.

And he moved.

One moment he was laying in bed, and the next he was flying at Draco, knocking him to the ground. He cried out slightly, as he had probably hurt his chest moving so quickly but moved past it rather quickly as he kissed Draco over and over.

"I'm-" kiss "-so sorry-" kiss "-should have-" kiss "-listened to you-" kiss "-never do that again-" kiss "-you upset-" kiss "-me-" kiss "-so-" kiss "-much!"

Draco laughed and kissed him back before gently standing and pulling him to his feet. Then he properly kissed him. "I'm sorry for scaring you, love."

Harry just hugged him tight. "Don't ever scare me like that again."

Draco chuckled. "I promise, angel."